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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 whimpered, whining at Matt's slow pace, squirming under him. He felt nearly frantic, desperate for more, but he was limited by Matt's movements and their position.

He didn't wait to be told twice, rolling the over immediately. Mello wasn't going to give Matt a chance to change his mind, not now. Not after he'd said that and teased him so damn long. He thrust into him hard, like this was someone he didn't care about hurting, fucked him roughly, with all the force and need of months of being without Matt behind it, as though this one orgasm had to make up for them all at once. Mello only spared a moment to try for the right angle, then left it up to Matt, abandoning himself to heat and raw need, to the fire raging inside of him that he was finally letting go, releasing in the unfettered thrusting of his hips, rhythm fast and ragged, and the stroking of his hand on Matt's cock, movement as desperate as he felt.

He'd abandoned all restraint, concerns about hurting his lover had completely receded before his own need and the permission Matt had given. Mello bit his neck roughly, without his usual care, whimpering. But he wanted to be louder than that. He lifted his head, moaning with abandon, repeating Matt's name in a voice whose volume he couldn't even begin to estimate and didn't bother to try. What did it matter? All Mello cared about was the primal need surging inside him, the desire for Matt that burned itself into his skin.

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Gasping and crying out, one of Matt's hands immediately went up to clutch one of the rungs on the headboard, the other clawing across Mello's back. Breathing hard and rocking against him, Matt tipped his head back, moaning openly and repeating Mello's name. It was all he could think about, Mello, Mello, Mello. Whimpering as he buried his face in Mello's neck, Matt couldn't help but keep moaning on every thrust, pain mixing with complete and utter pleasure. Rough and hard and fast and so fucking good. Matt hadn't had sex like that in far too long, especially with Mello. He groaned as he rocked back against him to meet his thrusts before arching into his hand; too many things to respond to at once, and his brain had already shorted out ages ago.

Drawing his nails up over Mello's back -- hard enough to mark, maybe draw blood -- Matt stopped breathing for a moment before the blond slammed into him again, thrusting in hard and fast. He could hardly keep track of him, rocking in and stroking his cock and biting him, marking him. He groaned and dropped his head back again, bucking up against his hand and whimpering. Thrusting up into Mello's hand, he pulled at the rung of the headboard before gasping again, releasing it to wrap both arms around Mello's back; oh fuck. Why hadn't the fucking done this more often. Matt moaned the blond's name again, giving a guttural sort of groan. He didn't care why; they were going to make up for it and then some now that they were together again.