Mello held him, biting his lips to stifle his own moans, digging his fists into the bed to keep from moving, no matter how much he wanted to. It hadn't been that long; why was he so impatient? But he was, far too impatient. Yet he made himself wait. No matter how much he wanted Matt, he'd wait until he was ready. Though God, his moans and the whimpering sounds he made were driving him nuts; Mello wanted desperately to flip them over and just fuck Matt into the bed, coaxing as many of those incredibly sexy sounds out of him as he could manage.