A.N
Pervert time!
Prompt: MattxMello public restaurant sex. This ensued.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
Mello shifted uneasily on his sturdy wooden chair, struggling with the dim lighting, which was trying and largely failing to create a romantic mood. How Matt had got both of them into this restaurant with no reservations he'd never know. But he had a feeling it had something to do with the furious typing the gamer had done at his laptop only hours before hand.
Mello let out a sigh, fiddling with the cutlery. Just because Matt had all but rubbed himself all over Mello did not give him liberty to throw the case files onto the floor and drag him out the door without warning. Matt was lucky the blonde didn't have his gun handy or a neat hole would be thoroughly embedded in his skull.
Mello tossed the menu to the side, seeing nothing that captured his mind and proceeded to glance around the crowded room. Trust Matt to not give a single thought for looked up at the waiter, amused by the unimpressed pout on Mello's face, ordering for both of them. Mello huffed and rested his head on his arms, ignoring Matt's shuffling across the table.
And then he felt it.
The soft pressure between his legs. Mello bit his lip and wriggled, looking across the table to meet the eyes of a very amused Matt. Mello looked down, shifting the table cloth only to realise that Matt had taken to stroking him with his foot. The pressure increased, forcing a soft whimper from Mello's mouth."Matt, stop it!" He hissed, a very visible erection pressing against his tight leather pants.
"Why? You're enjoying yourself if this-" Matt nudged the growing hard-on "-is any indicator."
"I…" Mello stammered, flushing a light scarlet as he couldn't form a protest quick enough, the grinding on his crotch only increasing by the minute making it difficult for him to keep comprehensible thoughts. Letting out a soft moan he tried to subtly rock his hips back against the delicious friction, earning stares from the tables around him. Mello could feel the glares burning into his skin, the heat going straight to his crotch, pooling until his head was tilted back, visibly panting from the relentless stimulation. "Fuck…" He moaned, eyes half lidded with lust but still able to see Matt's cheeky grin through them as the pressure stopped. "Why the fuck did you stop?" He growled, slender fingers curling into fists.
"If you want to finish. Then I'll fuck you here." Matt smirked.
"Fine, I'll meet you in the bath-"
Matt held up his hand, grin growing wider. "Not in the bathroom. Here. On the table."
"B-But there's people!"
"Exactly." Matt leaned forwards, tugging Mello into a standing position. "Do you want it?"
Matt ignored the hesitant pause Mello gave, bending him over the lavishly prepared table, knocking the vase over, flowers spilling onto the floor. Matt tugged on the form fitting leather, sliding it down the slender pale hips , exposing him to the eager onlookers. Mello flushed a violent red, crying out loudly as Matt unzipped his own pants, thrusting into him quickly.
Matt twisted his fingers into Mello's hair, tugging it roughly as he pressed further into him, angling his hips to hit the bundle of nerves buried inside the blonde that could make him writhe in ecstasy. Mello's needy moans filled the shell-shocked restaurant as he eagerly rolled his hips backwards to meet the rough thrusts that only heightened the pleasure of being used in such a place.
Mello's mouth fell open slightly as Matt's hand wound its way around his cock, stroking him in time with his movements. Mello gripped the tablecloth, crying out as his stomach tightened and he spilled onto his stomach and the table, feeling Mello follow inside him. Matt pulled out, readjusting his pants, grinning.
"Food's a bit late don't you think?"