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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]

He was going to seriously hurt him for this if he kept it up. Only one person knew how to piss Mello off better than Matt and he wasn't here, but Matt was doing a damn good job all on his own. Mello had been mistaken for a girl or called effeminate far too many times to take it well even now; he might have hit Matt had they been doing something else.

He didn't protest at being marked; however angry he was at him, Mello was far too glad to have Matt back to bitch about a tiny thing like visible marks. He wouldn't be embarrassed or ashamed of them in any case; Mello was the type of person more likely to display them proudly: a sign written on his skin that bragged of the quality of their sex life.

Mello closed his eyes, falling instantly silent mid-word as Matt licked him, breath escaping in a long sigh, loud in the sudden near silence. Finally.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

Matt drew a circle around the head with his tongue before allowing his mouth to close around, sucking lightly as his hand resumed the stroking it had been doing only moments before. He really tried his best not to tease, but it wasn't working out too well. Instead, Matt's hand slid down along his cock to his balls, cupping them in his hand again, massaging lightly and still only sucking on the head of his erection. Wanting this to last, but not feeling like having to make Mello wait, Matt's hands eventually found their way to his hips.

Holding him back against the wall, fingers curling into the leather, he glanced up at him before taking the entire length of his cock in and sucking around him; adding a bit of a hum for effect. Drawing back to tongue the slit, he sucked a little harder and then took him in again, effectively creating somewhat of a pattern; bobbing his head, sucking at varying strengths while occasionally licking a circle around his tip. He definitely wanted to repay Mello.