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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 laughed, hot breath against Matt's ear. One final nip, with an accompanying roll of his hips, and he moved on, sucking and licking his way across Matt's collarbones, slowly working his way down his body. He wasn't in a hurry, not yet. And he loved teasing Matt; his reactions were far too good not to want to coax as many of them out of him as he could.

And on that note, he moved back up his body, leaving a trail of kisses as he want. It wasn't quite time for more yet. "You're fun to tease," Mello whispered into the other ear, sucking hard on the lobe once he had spoken.

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Whining, Matt's hips rocked up to meet Mello's, trying to get a bit more friction before the touch was gone all together. Whimpering at the loss, he melted back against the bed when Mello continued his movements, wriggling beneath him a little, breath catching every few times. Lips parting, he attempted to speak again, words swallowed by a moan while Mello trailed kisses along his body. God why did he have to be so good at it?

Eyes rolling back a little when Mello's voice sounded across his ear, Matt closed them tightly. Breath coming in sharp pants, eliciting another moan from his throat when he sucked on his earlobe, Matt whined and whimpered, more sounds coming from him as he arched into Mello almost helplessly. Not even bothering to talk and having gotten frustrated with his cut off sentences, Matt slid his hands down over Mello's back, moving to grope his ass with both hands through the leather, pulling him up to rock their hips together.