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This boy’s pretty.
He’s blond, and he dresses cool.
Matt’s not cool.
Matt has a mop of red hair, messily dyed; as though a child did it, and dull green eyes that aren’t a naturistic pretty green, just green like swamp water.
Matt has seen Mello’s type, and it’s the polar opposite of him.
Boys with piercings, tattoos—boys who dress cool, like Mello, with big heavy boots and leather, studded belts that have chains hanging off the sides, with layered jewelry like necklaces resting on their chests.
So, when the blond had him cornered, shoved onto a mattress while he straddled his lap, it was the biggest surprise Matt had ever recieved in his life.
It was also a dream come true, because he really, really wanted to fuck Mello, but gave up all hope since he was so far from Mello’s standards.
”You wanna fuck me?” Mello panted, breathless from the last 30 minutes of vigorous making out, lapping into eachother’s mouths as their hips rocked against one another frantically.
Matt had to note, that Mello had a tongue piercing, and knew exactly how to use it.
”Uh..yeah, that would be…uh, cool.”
”Just cool?”
”Hot. Fuck, you’re hot.”
Mello giggled at the strange boy underneath him, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. In one smooth motion, he flipped them over, Matt now on top of him.
Matt didn’t mind—or he did, because Mello seemed very difficult to impress, and Matt was very eager to please.
But still, he was not going to pass up this opportunity by any means, so he sucked it up and hoped for the best.
He started at the zipper on Mello’s vest, pulling it down with a controlled slowness. In reality, he wanted to tear all his clothes off, flip him over and fuck him senseless, but he didn’t know if Mello was a direct person or what.
He overthought every movement he made, from slipping Mello’s ‘shirt’ off his shoulders, to pulling his leather pants down his ankles.
Mello was quiet the whole time, expression unreadable.
”I like your, uh.. belly piercing.” Matt pointed out, unsure if he could touch it or not.
”Mhm?”
”Yeah. It’s cool. Did it hurt?”
”Not really. You stalling?”
”No—no! Just, uh.. observing.” Matt grinned hopefully, the blond giving him a judgemental look as he caressed Matt’s face.
He dragged his thumb along the plump line of Matt’s bottom lip, painted nail digging into the redheads gums.
Matt swore he could feel his dick twitch at that, and he flicked his tongue over the pad of Mello’s digit, taking it into his mouth willingly.
His lips created a suction as he swirled his tongue around it, coating it in saliva. Mello found this amusing, and gave another breathless giggle. Matt was hunched over Mello’s stomach, the position both submissive and humiliating as he kept licking at the other boys’ finger.
Idly, his fingers toyed with Mello’s waistband, tugging it and letting it slap against his hips.
Matt always wondered what underwear Mello wore, because surely he’d make certain it matched with whatever gothic attire he had on that day.
And Matt’s suspicions were right, because Mello wore panties with intricate laced designs for lining, and skulls stitched over the gusset. They were just as sexy as him, and Matt wanted to rip them off with his teeth.
Mello pulled his thumb out of Matt’s mouth, smearing saliva over his lips and down his chin. He tilted his head up, forcing Matt’s eyes to meet his.
“You look hungry.” Mello observed, eyeing Matt’s expression. He’d seen it plenty of times, each one directed at him. He knew he was a treat, and he made sure Matt knew that too.
“I’m starving.”
”Yeah? You want it?”
”So fucking bad.”
Mello opened his legs for Matt in response, Matt pushing his body up lazily to get a better view. He stared at the junction between Mello’s thighs, currently covered by a flimsy peice of cotton.
He was practically drooling, desperate to tear the fabric off and bury his face in-between his legs.
”Can I..?”
”Of course. It’s all yours tonight, baby.”
Matt nearly came to that alone.
He gripped the edge of his underwear, feeling the lace underneath his fingers as he pulled them down to Mello’s ankles, the blond kicking them the rest of the way off with ease.
Now, Matt had the whole meal infront of him; this extremely sexy goth boy with enticing curves in his hips and a skinny waist, a navel piercing that reflected in the light and long, parted legs that revealed his already leaking cock.
Matt swallowed thickly, forcing his eyes back up to Mello’s face.
”Well?” The blond said, cocking his head to the side.
”Well what?”
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off too? It’s only fair.” Mello pouted, legs falling closed lazily.
”Ah..yeah, yeah, sorry babe..” Matt sputtered, making quick work of his shirt. He slid it off, letting it join Mello’s clothes on the floor. His pants were next, sliding his belt through the loops in his jeans before unbuttoning them. They fell, pooling around his ankles, Matt stepping out of them easily.
Mello stared Matt’s body down, eyes locking onto his dick. Matt could feel himself pulsing under the weight of Blondie’s stare, and was positive Mello could see it.
“You’re way bigger then I thought.” He stated abruptly, wrapping his legs around Matt’s waist.
”I-I don’t know if that’s a compliment—“
”It wasn’t supposed to be.” Mello hooked his arms around Matt’s neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. Matt’s lips parted for him, insistent, letting him slide his tongue into his mouth. Matt was fixated on his piercing, lapping at it hungrily.
“I didn’t take you as a piercing type of person.” Mello said, scraping his nails along the nape of Matt’s neck.
”They’re cool.”
”How come you don’t have any?”
”I just don’t think they’d suit me. But I like them on other people.”
”Especially me?” Mello smirked.
”Especially you.”
This made the blond smile, a genuine, may-be kind smile, which Matt learnt was hard to achieve.
Matt slid his hand between Mello’s legs, pushing them open. He leant over him, reaching into the nightstand—
“Don’t waste time with prep. Fuck me raw. It’s more intimate that way, don’t you think?”
”I, uh—sure..I mean, whatever you want.”
Matt was reluctant, not wanting to hurt Mello—but at the same time, this boy seemed to be into the whole masochist thing; so maybe the more painful, the better.
He nudged the head of his cock against his entrance, grabbing the base as he guided himself in slowly.
Although, Mello stopped him, pressing his foot against Matt’s chest as he kicked him back a little.
”What’s the magic word?” Mello teased, licking between his fingers.
”Uh.. please?”
”Good boy.” His tone was condescending, and oh—new kink unlocked.
The stretch stung, and Mello gasped out a whimper, body shuddering as he gripped the sheets.
”Are you—“
”Fine, just fuck me!” He yelped, digging his nails into Matt’s back.
”Yessir,” Matt followed order, pushing in to the hilt. He was already dripping, so the slide wasn’t difficult, the redhead drawing back before thrusting back in harshly.
He thought he was dreaming. His head was spinning, the feeling of Mello’s tight heat enveloping him was like ecstasy, and Matt was hooked.
“You’re so big.” Mello moaned, throwing his head back. He scratched down Matt’s back, leaving inflamed marks along his pale skin.
”Yeah, it’s pretty impressive.”
Mello giggled, for the third time this night—which must have meant something, as Matt kept pistoning into him frantically. Pre-cum spilled out of Mello, dripping down his thighs and left a wet stain on the white sheets.
Matt’s eyes caught onto it, the sight making him throb as he got a hold of Mello’s hair.
He liked Mello’s hair because it was unique. Not many people could suit a style like that, but Mello wore it perfectly, and it always looked so soft to touch.
He’d never been much of a hair-puller during sex, or really aggressive, but this boy begged for it, and whatever Mello ordered, Matt made it his mission to deliver.
He yanked Mello’s hair back, biting up the column of his neck as he sucked prominent red marks into his skin. He sunk his fangs deep, like a vampire, leaving bruises he ensured would be there tomorrow.
This made the blond whine a constant stream of ‘yes’ and ‘more’, Matt pounding into him harder.
He licked a broad stripe up Mello’s neck, kissing his jaw before pulling away to stare at the boy beneath him.
He looked like the cover boy for a suggestively violent porno—his head tilted back and marks all over his neck the very hungry redhead had left, every muscle in his body pulled taut as his body bounced up and down with Matt’s movements.
Matt smirked at the sight, fairly proud of himself. He placed a hand over Mello’s abdomen, pushing down on it so Mello could feel him in his fucking guts.
It worked, the blond letting out a filthy moan as his pleasure heightened to another level—a deep, rolling, full body convulsion of bliss that Matt felt pulse around his dick.
“Mells, fuck—“ Matt’s head lolled back, a lewd groan escaping him as he dug his nails harshly into Mello’s hips, yanking his body back against him. He buried himself deep, fucking him harder, wanting Mello to feel this for days.
”Talk to me, baby. Do you feel good?” Mello rasped, stroking Matt’s cheek with his thumb.
”Yeah, fuck—yeah..”
”Best you’ve ever had?”
”By far.” Matt punctuated his words with a deep grinding push of his hips, earning a squeal from the blond. His back arched off the mattress, Matt watching the muscles in his stomach pull taught. His peircing glistened with the shift, the iridescent metal shifting through different hues of blue and pinks as his body flexed.
Mello had never felt anything like it before. This red-haired boy he wouldn’t even look twice at was actually a fucking animal in bed, despite how boring he looked. Never judge a book by its cover, he thought.
He thought, in past tense; because soon enough, his brain was scrambled—head swimming in bliss. This must have been heaven, every nerve ending in his body coiling tight before springing free as the world tilted on its axis.
He was drunk on pleasure, the only sensation washing over him one that reflected an unadulterated feeling of lust for the boy above him.
Matt, realising he needed to keep up, pulled nearly all the way out before shifting his hips, driving in at a vicious angle that made Mello’s eyes roll back into his head.
His cock brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside the blond, a movement that made the blond cry out. Matt, upon noticing this, pushed in at the same direction before nailing it repeatedly, Mello’s body bobbing up and down at the force.
The bedframe creaked, headboard slamming against the wall in a frantic rythym as Matt’s hips slapped against Mello’s thighs.
Mello screamed Matt’s name like a mantra as he came, making a mess of his stomach. Matt watched, hypnotised, gritting his teeth at the way Mello’s painted claws drew blood, the burn sending blood straight to his dick.
Mello felt him twitch inside him, and knowing Matt was close, he locked his legs around him, pulling him closer as he yanked on Matt’s hair. He kissed him hard, feeling a rush of cum flood his system as Matt came heavily inside him, filling him up completely.
”You’re fucking amazing, Matt..” Mello drawled, emphasising his name.
“You’re cool too..” Matt panted, pressing his forehead against Mello’s. Their eyes stayed on eachother, glazed over with satisfaction. They couldn’t look away if they wanted to, far too fixated on one another.
Mello strummed his fingers along the scars he left, Matt wincing at the feeling before quickly relaxing at the touch.
Matt pulled out carefully, landing on the bed next to Mello. He laid back against the pillows, throwing an arm over his eyes.
”Hey, look.. I have to go soon, but I’d really love to see you again.” Mello traced patterns on Matt’s chest.
”Yeah?” Matt leaned over, lighting up a cigarette. Mello had noticed this little bad habit, and honestly he found it extremely hot.
”Yeah. You up for it?” Mello grabbed Matt’s jaw, turning his head so their eyes met.
”Yeah.. that would be sweet.” Matt smiled, puffing his cigarette away from Mello’s face.
”Also, when you’re done, can you stub that cigarette out on me?”
”Excuse me?”