Work Text:
Matt smirked from the other side of the room, watching his boyfriend tear into chocolate wrappers as though they'd personally offended him. He took a large bite, a loud snap echoing through the room. The redhead took another slow exhale of his cigarette and pushed himself up from off the bed.
"What's up baby?" Matt asked, walking up to Mello and wrapping his arms around his waist from behind.
"These- ugh. It's just the mafia, and stupid Near- it's like whatever I do, he'll always be ahead of me somehow, and I-"
Matt half-listened to his boyfriend's angry rambles, the other half of his attention focused on kissing up Mello's jaw.
"Matt, I'm serious." Mello snapped, turning his head to glare at Matt from over his shoulder.
"Me too. Super serious." Matt replied, pressing a kiss to Mello's cheek. The blonde just grimaced, pushing Matt's head away.
"Come onnn.." The gamer droned at the rejection. Mello rolled his eyes, patience snapping thin as he shoved Matt back, freeing himself from the others grip.
"Woah. Didn't realise blondie had so much strength in him," Matt teased, which seemed to only rile Mello up more. He spun around and grabbed onto the tallers hair, jerking his head to the side.
"Stop it." He scowled. Matt however, completely unphased, just grinned, an arrogant thing that sent sparks of anger through Mello's veins.
"Wow.. you could do that again."
"Matt.." Mello warned. This just seemed to fuel the redhead further, as he grabbed Mello's hips gently and guided him back to the bed.
"You're always so stressed. Just give yourself a break for once, yeah?" Matt coaxed, the backs of Mello's knees hitting the bed as he let himself fall down onto it with a small bounce. He pushed himself up on his elbows, staring at the man above him.
Matt leant down, crawling over Mello and flashed that usual cocky smirk.
"See? Just let me take care of it. You're supposed to trust me, remember?"
"I-.. It's not that I don't trust you. I'm just fully capable of handling things on my own, and I don't need you to help me." Mello averted his gaze away from Matt's face.
"I know. I know you are. But if you really didn't need me, then I wouldn't be here, would I?" He cocked his head to the side, placing his hand over Mello's sternum and feeling the quickening pace of his heartbeat beneath his palm.
"I suppose not..." Mello said begrudgingly, voice turning into a soft murmur.
"Mhmmm. So that must mean I'm good for at least something." Matt implied, hand travelling down to the exposed line of Mello's stomach. He felt the soft curve of the blondes waist, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the silk skin.
Mello sighed softly, tilting his head to look up at Matt. Matt just smirked, pushing himself closer until he was face-to-face with the other, noses inches from touching.
Mello rolled his eyes, slightly impatient as he pulled Matt in by the scruff of his collar. Their lips met in a delicate kiss, Mello opening his mouth as a silent invite. Matt took it, licking into the other boys mouth, a languid exploration as he lifted his free hand to cradle Mello's cheek. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss further.
As they pulled away, Mello's lipstick had smeared slightly, a short streak of blue stain at the corner of his mouth. Matt stared, eyes tracing over the smudge before he dragged his thumb over Mello's parted lips, letting the pad of his fingertip run over the tip of the blonde's tongue.
He ran the saliva coated digit along Mello's bottom lip before wiping away the stain with his spit. Mello stared, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Always gotta make sure to clean up after yourself." Matt rasped imperiously.
"Shut up." Was all Mello could manage, tone lacking its usual bite. The hand that was on the toned lines of his stomach had travelled down, now resting over the leather on Mello's upper leg. Matt's fingertips traced absentminded shapes over the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to where Mello wanted him most.
As if reading his mind, Matt delivered. He slid his hand between Mello's legs, palming the growing bulge through his pants.
Mello tensed, his thighs squeezing around Matt's hand and trapping it. He let out a soft breath he didn't realise he was holding, dropping his weight from his elbows and lying back against the comforter.
"That's it. Relax, babe." Matt cooed, flexing his palm and applying more pressure to the area. Mello stifled a sigh in response.
Matt tapped his free hand against the side of Mello's thigh.
"Open up for me?" It wasn't a command, more of a question. If Mello wanted Matt to back off, he would.
The blonde would usually argue, never complying or doing what he's told. However, Matt was right there, and Mello couldn't deny he needed it.
Reluctantly, he spread his legs slightly. A small invitation for the boy above him. He looked away again, a pretty blush spreading across his cheeks.
"Shy?" Matt teased, the hand that was between Mello's thighs now working to push his legs further open.
"Should I be?" Mello challenged, turning his gaze back to Matt as their eyes locked onto each other. The warmth of Matt's palm felt heavy over Mello's covered skin.
"Hmm.. maybe." Matt grinned at the blonde, his other hand coming up to rest back on the plane of Mello's stomach. He leaned in once again, pressing a satiny kiss to Mello's mouth.
The gamer ran his tongue along the latters teeth, tugging the plump skin of his lower lip between his canines before pulling away.
Matt tugged the waistband of Mello's pants, listening to the leather slap against his skin.
"Matt..." Mello said through gritted teeth, half plea and half warning.
"I told you to relax. I got it." Matt assured, noticing the restlessness in Mello's tone. He didn't waste any more time, running his hand down Mello's leg and lowering himself till he was kneeling on the floor next to the bed. Mello sighed, letting his head drop back as his hair fanned out over the comforter.
Matt's hands framed the blonde's hips as he grabbed the waistband, pulling it down slightly and revealing the lace underneath.
"Ohhh? These are new," Matt breathed out, leering lasviciously at the lingerie. "They look good."
"Oh. So your implying I don't look good in anything else?" Mello twisted it, listening to Matt's desperate attempt to correct himself.
"No-no. Of course not. You look good in everything. You always look good. I meant like- like, their new. So I thought you should know you look good in it, so you should wear it more. Get me?"
"But how come that's the only thing you complimented? This vest is new. You didn't tell me it looked good. Does that mean I should stop wearing it? Because Matt didn't compliment it?" The name sounded like venom. Matt's favourite bait.
"Hey- heyy," Matt drawled, sitting up on his knees to rest his chin against Mello's abdomen. "I meant, this is new. You always wear vests, and you buy them because you know you look good in them. You don't need me to tell you that. You don't need me to tell you anything, for that matter. But if you really want reassurance so bad, then sure. You look amazing. Like- like a Minecraft sunset. Like that amazing."
"Oh. So now your comparing me to a video game? Nice to know I mean that much to you."
"Hey! You do mean that much to me! If it was between you or my DS, I'd choose you."
"That's the saddest thing I've ever heard. Is that the best compliment you could come up with?"
"Hey- I'm not- no- okay. Okay. You look better then...-"
"How about you just show me how good I look, hmm?" Mello encouraged, Matt blushing easily.
"Sure- sure but you got my point right? That I-"
"Down, boy." Mello lowered his hand to Matt's head and pushed him back down. Matt let himself sink back easily, returning to the opening of Mello's thighs.
He smirked, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the fabric of Mello's thong. The blonde hummed quietly in approval, head lolling back as he closed his eyes. His hand was still in Matt's hair, fingernails scraping against the redheads scalp in circular movements.
Matt continued his ministrations, pressing his lips against the tent of Mello's hard-on through the fabric.
He began to get impatient himself, already feeling the denim of his jeans begin to grow tight.
Matt dragged his lips up lazily, letting his tongue glide over the lace. He reached the waistband of Mello's underwear, grazing his teeth along the skin above the band of the thong before catching the fabric between his fangs and drawing it down agonisingly slow.
Mello lifted his head, resting on his forearm and stared down at the head between his thighs.
"God.. you're so good to me, aren't you?" Mello coaxed, the praise emboldening Matt as he tugged the lingerie over Mello's already-leaking dick.
His mouth began to water, hand wrapping around the length as he flicked his tongue out to kitten lick the pre-cum dripping from his slit.
"Mh... 's okay baby, you can have your dessert." Mello cooed, hand still tangled in Matt's hair.
Matt took advantage of the permission, sealing his lips over the tip and pressing a languid kiss to it. He went further, opening his mouth, keeping his top lip hooked over the head as his tongue darted out and licked a broad stripe up the blonde's shaft.
Mello moaned erotically, the sound shooting straight to Matt's core. He lapped at the skin like a man starved, greedily flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves at the slit before taking Mello whole.
He bobbed his head, working his mouth from base to tip before pulling off and licking the cum that began beading at the slit.
He came off with a vulgar pop, kissing the tip once again before lathering his tongue up and twirling it around his shaft. Matt groaned, the vibration a pleasant shockwave that shot through Mello's veins. His fingers and mouth worked in unison, digits strumming up the side in a feather-light touch as he traced his tongue over the veins.
The dual sensation sent sparks of bliss washing over Mello, his thighs tensing in response and tightening around Matt's head. The gamer hooked Mello's legs over his shoulders, grabbing onto the back of his thigh and spreading him wider. He wrapped his free hand around Mello's shaft, pulling his mouth away temporarily and jerking him off.
He dove straight back in, scraping his teeth lightly along the base of Mello's cock, his tongue working a deliberate stripe up to the tip.
"Oh- Matt, Matt- fuck-" The blonde panted, nudging Matt's head forward. He took the hint, dragging his mouth up and down hungrily as Mello guided his movements. He pushed the redhead down further, forcing Matt to take him deeper and watched the way his jaw flexed as he struggled.
Matt felt Mello hit the back of his throat, relaxing the muscles and swallowing him down. The feeling made Mello throb, a sinuous pulse that made the redhead gag.
Mello arched, spine bowing off the bed and his head tilting back as his grip on Matt's hair tightened. He forced himself to look back down, watching the way the redhead's eyes were glazed over with forming tears. A sick type of pleasure ran through Mello, the sight of Matt in pain a foreign, beautiful sight. He cocked his head to the side, brushing Matt's bangs out of his face and let his hand fall to the nape of his neck.
Matt didn't let up. He lapped at the skin, lips suckling feverishly as he adjusted to the stretch. He worked, wringing out every last drop of pleasure he could from Mello till he had the blonde seeing stars.
A fire pooled low in Mello's abdomen, rippling waves of ecstasy crashing over him. His hips jerked up, forcing himself deeper. Matt whimpered around his cock, gagging for it as thick ropes of cum shot down his throat. Tears brimmed his eyes, spilling over and rolling down his cheeks as he swallowed Mello's climax, working him through it and helping him ride out his high.
He let himself be used, an outlet for Mello's previous frustration. He wouldnt want to be anywhere else, he thought.
Mello convulsed around Matt's mouth, grip on his hair softening into a series of pets, raking Matt's hair back with his palm before trailing down to the back of Matt's neck.
He scraped his nails lightly against the skin, becoming more aggressive as his hand travelled back up and yanked Matt's head back by his hair.
Matt stared up at him hopelessly, the string of spit and cum connecting his lips to Mello's dick amusing. The blonde stared incredulously, hand sliding down to cup Matt's cheek. He smiled condescendingly, swiping his thumb over the mess at Matt's lips.
“Always remember to clean up after yourself.” Mello echoed.
Matt didn’t respond. His big blue eyes shone and his pupils dilated as he kept an unfocused gaze on Mello, drunk on the taste of him. He tilted his head, lips parting slightly.
"If I could die anywhere, it would be between your legs." He rasped, recovering from his haze.
"I'll keep that in mind for next time." Mello monotoned, pulling his hand away and collapsing back onto the mattress. Matt missed his touch, leaning his head trying to chase after it before giving up and lifting himself off the floor.
"Well? Did I make you feel better?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Mello and letting himself fall next to him, mattress bouncing slightly.
Mello turned his head to look at him, an uncharacteristically soft smile on his face.
"I kind of felt better when I saw you... that was just a bonus." He said quietly, looking away again.
"I like you." Matt grinned back at him.
"I like you too. Now.. don't you think I owe you back?" The blonde smirked, voice dropping seductively as he reached his hand up and began tracing it up Matt's leg.
If this was heaven, Matt wanted to die a million times.