A/N: It's time for Matt to show Mello his professional side.
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Chapter Four: Infatuation
With a gentle swipe of his hand, Matt pushed the bottle of lubricant to the carpeted flooring, feeling a pleased smile form across his lips as he heard the object fall delicately. Mello had turned his eyes in the direction of the sound. He blinked up at Matt in a combination of confusion and query, as though silently demanding for the other man to explain his actions. Upon noticing his lover's inquisitive look, Matt chuckled, and passed a tender hand through Mello's locks of golden-blonde hair, watching the soft wisps tickle the back of his palm. His smile grew wider. He leaned his face close.
"I'm not using any lube," he purred. "I want you to endure it all."
Mello made a face. "'Endure it all?'" he echoed, his tone edgy. "Like Hell, I will."
"Oh, you will, and you'll see. It won't be that bad." Matt assured. "Why, you scared?"
"No! No, I'm not scared," retorted the other man, a little too quickly.
Mello averted his eyes from the bluish pair of his love, and instead let his own gaze wander over Matt's unclothed form, especially lingering on his awaiting member, imagining how it would feel within him. He leaned forward, almost coyly, to clasp the head of Matt's member, peering deep into the man's eyes as he thumbed across the very tip.
Matt shivered. He spread his legs wide, apart, and graciously accepted Mello's deed.
"Mmm', I knew you'd see through," he smiled.
The work of the man's hand was splendid. He made sure no one inch of flesh was untouched, and he kept his hand curled around the entire circumference of the member, remaining steady, but slow in his pumps. With each one he induced, Matt uttered a soft noise of pleasure in response. He would release a series of reverberating moans and groans, and each one grew louder than the one before it. All were telltale signs of his building erection.
Mello only further escalated the scale of Matt's impassioned moans by situating his mouth over the head of the member, massaging his tongue against the warm organ. Matt leaned his head back and released a prolonged cry of ecstasy, his hands clasping the sheets of the bed. He moved his legs wider apart, absentmindedly, and Mello scooted forward. One of his hands rested on Matt's thigh, and the other at the base of the member – stroking, pumping. Matt's moans grew more fervent and incessant. He forced himself to look at Mello. He met his love's electrifying, blue eyes. He could barely force a breath into his lungs, outstretching his hand to rake through locks of golden-blonde hair.
"Y-Yes…Good," he whispered. "Ohhh…That's good."
"Mm'hmm."
Mello took one last taste of the member before parting his mouth from the head, using the back of his hand to smother away a ribbon of saliva that had trickled from a corner of his mouth. His member, too, had been enticed, but the erection had great potential to harden further.
"You taste good," he told Matt, shifting onto his hands and knees.
He awaited Matt's entry, and in the time, took a glance at the bottle of lubricant lying on the carpet – the lubricant that Matt had insisted on not using.
He braced to experience a sick combination of pain and pleasure, for a sensation that promised to be intoxicating and utterly stimulating. He heard the linen sheets rustle as Matt prepared himself, then felt the man's hands on his sides, guiding him forward. Mello stretched across the mattress, his hips still elevated, his stomach hovering mere inches away from the bedstead. His arms stretched alongside his face and, unknowingly, he clutched the bed sheets, taking a glance at Matt over his shoulder.
Matt had the head of his erection at Mello's entrance. He smiled.
"Here I come."
Mello looked away.
He braced.
In a single, convulsive motion, Matt entered him.
"Ohhh!"
Mello shut his eyes as the erection protruded deep, and an acute sensation of pain rattled his entrance, but a feeling of pleasure accompanied. As Matt embarked on pumping, the sensation only, steadily, accumulated. Mello clutched the bed sheets tighter and moaned into the mattress, his heartbeat already accelerating.
Matt laid his torso on top of his lover with a great sigh. His pumping became inconstant. He would thrust slowly in one moment, but faster the next, his own moans rattling the sensitive vertebrate of the other man's spine.
He smiled. "Oooh. You're a little tight."
He brought his lips against Mello's back in a tender kiss, subsequently licking his flesh, releasing a lengthy sigh into him. He tasted an essence of salt, most likely due to his perspiration, and such a flavor compelled him to desire more. Matt pumped quicker, and kissed harder, moaning against Mello's back. Mello, in turn, echoed the low noises.
The climax was soon arriving.
It was just as Matt wanted.
He grunted. His member slipped deep into his mate's entrance, but he did not keep his erection there, instead pumping in quick, precise bursts, remaining far within. Mello felt himself tearing at the bed sheets as if in a futile attempt to lessen the pain that jarred his systems, as if to suppress the sensation of passion he was bound in. The other man's hardened erection would not cease until it released, and even then, Matt could still sustain – if he wished.
Mello cried out, breaking him from his fervent thoughts. He laid the side of his face into the mattress with a sound departing his throat in a shiver, something between a groan and a sigh. Matt echoed him, and his form tensed. He pumped quicker than before, panting.
"Uhnn'…Any moment now," his broken voice strained. "Ohhh."
The other man moaned. He bit his lip and drew in an unsteady breath, clutching the bed sheets tighter. "Faster," he demanded softly. "…F-Faster, Matt."
Matt sighed. His hands on Mello's hips held on. He pumped faster, and groaned. "Ahhh'…Mmmm."
Mello could sense it. The brink was arising.
"C'mon," he growled.
Matt opened his mouth to retort, but instead, a noise of ecstasy escaped him in a low reverberation, and he unknowingly clasped his love's waistline even tighter than before, keeping his erection protruded deep within the entrance. With a shiver, he felt himself release into the other man, and waited for the clearish liquid to moisten his member.
Then, he started again.
Mello's eyes grew wide.
Warm release oozed from his entrance, only to become smothered and further splattered as the other man's quick thrusting kept on. Matt pumped harder, and did not care if his crotch collided with Mello's bottom as he induced his powerful blows. The release made their lovemaking sloppy, wet, and even more electrifying – and all of these, both of them desired. Even so, they yearned more.
Matt thrusted faster in anticipation to release, once again, and such thoughts provoked him to groan.
Mello, too, longed to release. He parted one of his hands from the bed sheets and brought it to his own hardening member, taking the base of it before he slowly – and steadily – pumped himself. He worked in time with Matt, decelerating when he decelerated, quickening as he did so, clasping his erection harder when Matt thrusted rougher. Mello fluttered his eyelids and pressed his cheek into the mattress to let a groan slip forth. He listened to his own panting and his heartbeat resounding in his ears, craving a deeper sense of eroticism.
Matt thrusted deep and held there, sending a small moan from his love.
His form was shuddering, but he mustered to kiss Mello's spine, again, breathing quick, furious breaths against him. He outstretched the other man's form until he was almost lying flat on his stomach – until his torso had mere inches separating it from the mattress. Matt resumed his pumping, his blows sharp.
Mello cried out. The hand on his member clasped stronger, and worked at the same fast pace. His other hand clawed into the sheets.
"Ohhh, ohhh," the low sounds escaped him – prolonged, merged. "Uhnnn."
Matt grunted. "I'm gonna…release again," he breathed. "…S-Soon."
"Don't stop now," Mello replied in a gentle retort. "Keep going."
Although a sense of exhaustion had began to posses his form, Matt continued nevertheless, seeking to fulfill his love's fantasies, and satisfy his own desires. With each thrust he induced, he made sure to cover the entire depth of the other man's entrance – he would withdraw his pelvis until the head of his erection was near the hole, and then thrust into the depths before repeating. Each blow was sharp, and fast.
A fragment of Mello's mind despised the sensation of pain that struck him each time Matt thrusted, but another fragment adored such a sensation – pain and pleasure. The two contrasted, although in this situation, the emotions were absolute harmony.
Mello nodded at Matt's work, again biting his lower lip, pumping himself quicker.
The sensation accumulated and accumulated.
It became near-unbearable.
"Matt!" Mello cried out, subconscious.
"Uhnn'…I-I can't," he started. "…Ohhh!"
Matt stopped.
His fingers dug into Mello's sides, and he felt his knees quaver and bend, as a familiar sensation coursed through his systems. His erection seemed to suddenly grow even stiffer as he shut his eyes and leaned his head back, releasing an impassionate noise into the atmosphere. The sound provoked Mello to echo him. He clasped his member in desperation, and together, they released.
A chorus of moans lifted.
More rivulets of the clearish liquid oozed from Mello's entrance, and trickled down the length of his legs. Mello felt his own release discharging from the head of his erected member, trickling against the backs of his fingers, snaking between them and sliding against his palm. Mello surrendered.
He laid himself on the mattress with a quivering sigh, his eyelids falling, his blonde hair tussled unkemptly across his sweat-dampened forehead. He felt Matt lie down on top of his back, and he felt the man's heart thudding against his spine, as well as his chest heaving in faltering breaths. Matt breathed by his ear, but paused in his fit of pants to kiss Mello on the cheek.
Mello turned his face to meet the man's blue eyes. He groaned.
"Damn, Matt."
Matt's laughter was airy. He caught his breath. "Didn't I tell you?"
Mello was nonchalant. "I don't care," he whispered. "…That was awesome."
The other man smiled. His lips hovered by his love's.
"…I had fun." He kissed him softly.
"Mmm," was Mello's agreeing response. He parted his lips. "I did too."
He watched Matt's blue eyes flicker. The man smirked. He encircled Mello with a playful chuckle, and threw him an inquisitive grin.
"I wonder what could happen next time…"
We have yet to find out. xD Hahaha.
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