"No, I'd rather you weren't." Scowling, he poked him in the side (gently). "If you treat me like a dick I'll start kicking you in the shin." He probably wouldn't, but he'd most likely try and beat the hell out of him until his attitude adjusted accordingly. He liked Mello and all, even if he was a dick, but Matt preferred the foul part of his personality to be directed at other people, rather than himself. Made things easier, it did.

Fingers stroked over his back, touching the expanse of his scar, traveling up and then moving down over his arms. Matt was imprinting every possible thing into his mind. What if Mello disappeared like he had? Matt had lost him too many times without being able to properly remember things about him. He wasn't going to make the same mistake. He'd already remembered the way he smelled. His face, his hands, his mouth; everything that had touched him today. Now he was moving on to everything he hadn't encountered so far.

Moving back up, once he was satisfied with the current memorization, he lowered his head close to Mello's. Closing his eyes, he whispered against his cheek, breath ticking against it. "Kiss me?"