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Character(s): Mello (chocolatefetish) and Matt (nicotinic).
Content: Matt shows up in Paixao with no idea as to what's going on, Mello comes to fetch him and explain. Hopefully.
Setting: At one of the cafe's close to the Vanaheim Gate.
Time: The afternoon of July 25th.
Warnings: They both have foul vocabulary, I'm sure. And later comments are definitely not appropriate for younger viewers♥

Matt poked at his journal a bit, lacking in things to be occupied with. Turning it over in his hands, he narrowed his eyes a little, evidently trying to see if he could get it apart without tools. Realizing, unfortunately, that there wasn't any possible way for him to, he turned it face up to look at the screen and see if there was anything from Mello. Noticing that was, in fact, negative, he flipped it over.

Leaning back in the chair, balancing it on its back two legs, he rocked back and forth on it. He seriously hoped he didn't fall. Dead again after two minutes of being alive; that'd take some real skill. Either way, he continued to move, back and forth, lazy rocking. It kept him entertained for all of five seconds before he stopped, checking the journal again before writing a response -- noticing his hands were shaking already from lack of nicotine -- and dropping it back to the table, leaning in to balance his chair again.

As he waited for Mello, he motioned the waitress over, ordering some baby tea; half tea, half milk, and lots of sugar. Debating on getting something for Mello, he thought about it for a moment before requesting a milkshake; chocolate, of course.

He just hoped the idiot would show up soon. Impatient much?

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Mello made a soft sound of amusement at Matt's reaction, but he didn't stop, sucking lightly on the head and tongueing the slit on top while he stroked slowly with his hand. He would have grinned or said something snarky, but it wasn't worth pausing. Mello wasn't hurrying, still taking his time, but his body made sure he didn't get too distracted with what he was doing; his free hand kept drifting towards the erection that was still revealed by the pants he hadn't bothered to relace. Anyone looking into the alley would probably think Matt had hired him and the very idea was amused him.

Humming impatiently, he shifted his position, taking him deeper into his mouth, sliding his hand downward to cup his balls and squeeze gently. Mello was too aroused to take all the time he wanted to, but he still wanted this to be good. He had a reputation to uphold.

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Matt's nails scraped against the brick of the wall he was pressed against, dragging over the hard surface before he rethought that. Instead, hand slipped down, fingers lacing in blond strands, fingertips pressing into his scalp as he wound a few pieces of hair through his fingers. Hips rocked forward again when Mello took him deeper, head dropping to the wall and choking back a moan when his hand found its way up to his balls, causing his hips to jerk yet again.

Breathing becoming ragged, he tightened his fingers in Mello's hair almost instinctively, eyes closing again. He didn't mind a bit of teasing but fuck it had been too long since anyone had done this for him. There was no way he'd last long no matter what pace Mello moved at. Whimpering his name again, Matt's free hand moved up to push his goggles off his face, trying to get his hair out of his eyes as he glanced down at his counterpart, another moan slipping out at the sight. "Oh fuck, Mello-- Christ."