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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]

"Wish I had," Mello panted, raking nails over Matt's chest and whimpering. God, this felt good. Matt was so hot and tight and Mello was so turned on and then he was biting and scratching him and he felt like he would melt into the sheets. Why the hell hadn't he done this more often? Kira, he supposed, but it seemed distant and unimportant at the moment.

Mello lifted his hips; he couldn't help it. Matt was driving him crazy. "God, yes," he gasped. "So much..." He couldn't deny it and didn't want to. It was no secret that he wanted him, ached for him. That Mello had gone too long without and Matt's word shot heat straight to his groin, bolts of lightning down his spine.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

Matt whimpered a little. "Wish you had, too." Rocking his hips again, he rolled them soon after, crying out when Mello's cock hit the right place, rubbing over his spot briefly. Breathing a little harder, he shifted a little before lifting his hips slowly, lowering them back down achingly slow, sinking back down onto the blond's length. Sitting up, hands pressed to Mello's chest, he repeated the movement, giving a soft whine. He didn't want to go so slow, but the thought of teasing Mello was just too appealing.

Unfortunately, it wasn't appealing enough. Leaning back down, he stole a kiss, hard and deep, only lasting a few moments. He wanted it to be longer but he had momentarily forgotten the concept of breathing through his nose while kissing someone. Nuzzling at Mello's neck a little, he tilted his head up to whimper and moan into his ear. "Do it, then. God, Mello, want you to. Want you to fuck me like that."