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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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[chocolatefetish.livejournal.com]

Mello didn't mind; hell, he considered it a compliment that Matt couldn't speak. And he was both horny and cramped from kneeling on the concrete anyway; he wasn't going to complain that Matt didn't take longer before coming. Since it was Matt, he took more trouble to finish it, drawing it out with slow licks of his tongue, swallowing instead of just spitting it out, showing few signs of the impatience he felt in his actions.

Finally, he looked up, grinning, licking his lips ostentatiously, even if the effect was probably ruined by the circumstances. "Welcome back."

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

"Nnh," was about the only thing Matt could muster up in response at first. Instead of attempting speech again, he pulled Mello up and kissed him again, working at doing his pants back up, whining quietly against his mouth. That had definitely been one of the best blow jobs he'd ever had; he also had every intention of returning the favour. Well, after he'd gotten a bit of payback first, of course.

Grabbing the blond's hands, he spun so that it was Mello against the wall, using one hand to pin both wrists above his head. He doubted he need to hold them tightly; he had no reason to believe Mello would struggle to get away, it was all for show, anyway. Free hand moved down over his chest, smirk curling across his lips as he broke the kiss and dipped his head, nibbling up along the crest of his ear. Hand sliding a bit lower, it stopped just short of his cock, not yet touching him.