Gasping and crying out, one of Matt's hands immediately went up to clutch one of the rungs on the headboard, the other clawing across Mello's back. Breathing hard and rocking against him, Matt tipped his head back, moaning openly and repeating Mello's name. It was all he could think about, Mello, Mello, Mello. Whimpering as he buried his face in Mello's neck, Matt couldn't help but keep moaning on every thrust, pain mixing with complete and utter pleasure. Rough and hard and fast and so fucking good. Matt hadn't had sex like that in far too long, especially with Mello. He groaned as he rocked back against him to meet his thrusts before arching into his hand; too many things to respond to at once, and his brain had already shorted out ages ago.

Drawing his nails up over Mello's back -- hard enough to mark, maybe draw blood -- Matt stopped breathing for a moment before the blond slammed into him again, thrusting in hard and fast. He could hardly keep track of him, rocking in and stroking his cock and biting him, marking him. He groaned and dropped his head back again, bucking up against his hand and whimpering. Thrusting up into Mello's hand, he pulled at the rung of the headboard before gasping again, releasing it to wrap both arms around Mello's back; oh fuck. Why hadn't the fucking done this more often. Matt moaned the blond's name again, giving a guttural sort of groan. He didn't care why; they were going to make up for it and then some now that they were together again.