"Wish I had," Mello panted, raking nails over Matt's chest and whimpering. God, this felt good. Matt was so hot and tight and Mello was so turned on and then he was biting and scratching him and he felt like he would melt into the sheets. Why the hell hadn't he done this more often? Kira, he supposed, but it seemed distant and unimportant at the moment.

Mello lifted his hips; he couldn't help it. Matt was driving him crazy. "God, yes," he gasped. "So much..." He couldn't deny it and didn't want to. It was no secret that he wanted him, ached for him. That Mello had gone too long without and Matt's word shot heat straight to his groin, bolts of lightning down his spine.