Pressing himself flat against the wall for support, Matt whimpered; knees almost giving out again. Fingers tightening in Mello's hair, he rocked up against his mouth desperately, needing more. It had been far too long and with the added fact it was Mello, he couldn't bring himself to even attempt to hold back. It was just too good. Breathing coming in ragged pants, he cracked his head back against the wall again, ignoring the momentary pain, hormones completely washing it away in a wave of pleasure.

Matt gasped, back arching, hand sliding lower and scratching lightly at the nape of the blond's neck. Trying to keep his voice quiet, it came out husky and low. "Mello, god, fuck. I'm--" All warnings of his impending orgasm were lost in a moan when Mello dropped the teasing; Matt was officially a lost cause on verbal communication.