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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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Shivering in anticipation, Matt watched as Mello grabbed the lube, getting ready. Debating on the answer and trying to reign in his breathing, Matt sat up a little, leaning over to kiss Mello; heated and possessive. Moaning against his mouth, Matt tugged on him a little, hand drifting down over his chest to brush his thumb over his tip. Barely ending the kiss, Matt whined a little, whispering against Mello's mouth. "None." He kissed him quickly. "Want it to hurt." Just a bit of a masochist.

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Mello thought that was crazy, but he wasn't about to complain. He rubbed the lube over his erection quickly, stopping himself from stroking it too much even though damn, did he want to. It helped knowing that he didn't have to be satisfied with just his hand, but it didn't make him less impatient. "Come on. If we're doing it this way, you should be on top." He reached for Matt automatically. He'd just take him if that's what Matt wanted, but he didn't want to hurt him too much. If nothing else, the more he hurt him, the longer until they could do it again, and Mello was sure they'd want to have sex frequently.

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Head swimming from hormones and lack of blood flow to his brain, Matt was dazed at first as Mello pulled him up. Shaking his head to clear his vision, despite it still being a little hazy, Matt turned and leaned over Mello, pressing him back to the bed and kissing him, urgent and needy. Shifting a little and straddling the blond's hips, Matt nuzzled into his neck, biting it gently before shifting to a proper position. Lowering himself against Mello's erection he whimpered quietly as it pressed against his entrance, breath catching as it slid inside. Panting against Mello's neck, Matt moved down, sinking a little more before rising back up again. Repeating it a few more times, going lower with each movement of his hips, Matt whined a little. Deciding slow and gentle wasn't how he wanted it, Matt rocked his hips down against Mello's, sinking down on his cock all the way. Crying out against his neck, moaning and breathing hard, Matt didn't move at first, body trembling a little.