It's been a while... Again ^^' Sorry... But I've had a rather amazingly happy few days and stuff, so I was in the mood to write a real, live lemon! AND the new MCR album comes out tomorrow! I don't know if this chapter's any good, my low self-confidence is telling me I cocked it up :) So, I want you guys to tell me~! Please XD This chapter is dedicated to ChocoAndCigs! I hope it lives up to expectations :D
I'm honestly not entirely sure what's going on right now. All I know is, I can feel Matt wriggling underneath my body, and he seems to be trying to eat my face. There's no logic in either of these things, of course; Matt's not my boyfriend, he's just the guy who gets me horny.
I decide to throw logic to the wind, drawing my concentration back to the redhead, pulling my lips away from his with a smirk. "You've got less technique than a ball of string, y'know."
Matt whimpers pathetically, seizing my cheeks and trying to yank me back down to kiss him. "But I was enjoying myself! Do it again!"
"I think I'm the seme in this particular situation, bitch!" I crow abruptly, instantly wondering what made me say it; especially in such cocky tones. "So I'll decide what I do and when!"
Matt looks mildly crushed by the firmness of my voice, but nods, his green eyes – so close to mine – glowing faintly. "F-fine."
I nod, pleased. "It is fine. Good boy."
I get the impression I'm having much too much fun with this. But... Never mind. Near doesn't have to know anything, and that's all that matters, right?
How differently I'd been thinking only minutes ago.
Matt accentuates this with a little chuckle. "Mello, Mello... You little slut."
"Shut up." I push our lips back together, pinning him to the floor with one hand on his chest, letting my other hand wander down across his stomach and towards his hips, digits slipping slightly in anticipation. My uke (apparently) groans softly, and I pull away again with a soft chuckle.
"Ok, ok, hold on. If I'm a slut, then you're a pervert. You are loving this, aren't you?"
"Yeah, all right..."
With a smirk I touch our faces together once again, lapping softly at his lower lip and pushing my hand slowly further down his body, pulling the fabric up as I go. As I'd hoped, he opens his mouth a little wider, and tentatively I press my tongue towards his. Under my free hand, I feel another groan resonating from deep in his chest, making his entire frame tremble under mine; a whine of my own slithers out and into his mouth. This is definitely much more enjoyable that it should be.
To my surprise, Matt pulls away after a moment, his eyes burning with arousal he clearly can't be bothered to suppress. I open my mouth to question this, but the promiscuous little ginger decides to cut across, expression almost affronted.
"Excuse me, Mello. I thought you were going to fuck me..? Isn't that what I asked for?"
I sigh heavily, my wandering hand coming to a brief stop, more to annoy him than anything else. "Honestly, Matt. Have you never heard of foreplay?"
"Of course I have! I know more about sex than you could even begin to imagine..!"
Silence falls for a moment, and Matt colours one of the most fascinating shades of scarlet I've ever seen. "Just... Get inside me?" he begs quietly, obviously hoping to diffuse the tension he himself created.
I chuckle softly, running the tip of my tongue leisurely along his jaw line, grinding slightly against his general pelvic area. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you..?" I murmur, amused, blowing cool air across the area I just licked. Matt throws me an incredulous look.
"Mello, have you looked in a mirror lately? I think most people would like you to make them convulse in throes of sexual ecstasy..."
I have to admire him; for someone who appears to have been brain-neutered at an early age, he can find the most fascinating ways of saying things sometimes. Even if, generally, they're ridiculously vulgar.
I sigh, and tug at his hospital gown with one hand, putting my lips close to his ear. "Get this off..." I request softly, grinning again and nipping at his soft flesh. He quickly obliges, flinging the unnecessary garment to the side, and I sit back across his thighs, giving a little chuckle of approval. A film of red slides across my vision for a moment; I have to admit, he's got a lovely body.
"That's what I like to see!" I praise happily, placing my palm over his racing heart and smirking, rising onto my hands and knees, staring mercilessly down at him. I can't help but notice how soft and smooth his porcelain skin is... I like it a lot. I could get used to more of this.
"Dear, dear... Just listen to that frantic thudding... I suppose you really want this, huh."
Matt whimpers, his lips curved in a grin. "I sure do. But I can't help but notice... You're still fully clothed. And I must say, I heartily disapprove!"
I blink, and quickly look down at myself. "Ah, you're right... Well," My rather malicious smirk widens still further. "I'll let you have that honour of undressing me, if you'd like..?"
Matt's returning smile is almost wobbling with delight. "I am so, so glad you asked that."
Before I can react (not that I was going to anyway), his fingers are fiddling impatiently with the zip of my vest, tugging at it in jerky, inelegant movements, his face set in determination. Presently I find the clothing being slid off of my back, joining the growing pile of clothes on the carpet.
Matt's eyes are practically glazed over in wonder as he stares at my chest, his smile vacant and retarded; just like his personality. I lean down to kiss his nose lightly. "There. Well done... Now, if you'd like to get my trousers off, perhaps..?"
"Yeah, I'm up for that," Matt agrees easily. I give a soft huff of laughter, and we both watch as he begins to tug at the lacing over my crotch, picking disdainfully at it. "Why do you have to have such complicated trousers..."
"Persevere..." I encourage, my legs trembling slightly with the anticipation, acutely aware of my cock throbbing like shit beneath Matt's hands. "Go on... You'll get there eventually..."
Preferably he'll get there sooner rather than later. It'd really spoil the mood if I just jizzed all over his hands.
Just like the last time I had a sexual experience with Matt, I just so happen to be without underwear just now. I wait patiently, groaning from time to time, for Matt to find this out. When he does, it's immediately obvious.
"Holy shit!"
I beam, wriggling my hips to help him slide my trousers down my legs, kicking them off as they reach my ankles and spattering congratulatory kisses all across Matt's face and neck. His answering whimper sends a ripple all the way down my spine.
"D'you think you could take your underwear off now, Matt? I'm more than ready to get off already."
He nods quickly, and I decide not to help him as he fidgets awkwardly with the mentioned underwear, thinking instead about what's actually going on.
I'm about to fuck my councillor, which I never expected would happen. Then again, I never expected to even have a councillor, I suppose... Either way.
And then, something that really should've crossed my mind earlier suddenly bobs up in my head.
Although I've been with Near for quite a long time now, we've never done it. And Near was my first love; until recently, my only love. So basically, I've never had sex before. And that's about to change, and not even with the person I expected.
I'm about to lose my virginity to a flirtatious gay redhead with a Nintendo fetish. How very, very unexpected. I'm almost nervous.
My thoughts are interrupted by a cough from Matt, and I look down to see that he is no longer sporting the troublesome undergarments that he had been a minute ago. I smile, happy that he's distracted me from my brooding, and press our lips together again, rubbing my own crotch over his entrance teasingly, gently pushing his legs further apart.
Even in my lusty haze, I hold myself back as best I can, pulling my lips away to stare him seriously in the face, my breath unsteady. "Are you sure... You're ready..?" I breathe, shuddering slightly; his scent is so warm and human, I notice suddenly; it makes it seem stupid that someone should need to smell of chocolate to turn me on.
Matt's eyes are remarkably soft as they fix my own. "I'm sure, Mello..." It would've been so touching and dramatic, but I suppose that was a little too much to hope for. "Because you're hawwwttttt..."
"I love you too," I whisper, and slowly push myself inside him, groaning loudly, my arms trembling violently as I try not to simply collapse on top of him. In the same instant, his hands, either side of his head, ball into tight, ashen fists, and his mouth suddenly opens in a silent yell.
"Oh my – God – M-Matt~!" I moan, trying to ignore his seemingly pained expression; honestly, it's not too difficult right now – I have a lot to distract me. "You're so – holy crap! S-so warm..."
Matt's eyes meet mine, shining brightly with what must be tears, his breath coming in ragged, shocked pants. I force myself to return my attention to this fact, and try desperately to force out some coherent words.
"Matt... Are you ok..?"
Matt remains silent for a few seconds more, his pallid lips trembling, eventually gracing me with a sentence which, although I didn't expect it, certainly helped me to relax a little.
"Wellthisisunusual..!"
I have to laugh at this, the sound almost like a growl, surprising myself as much as Matt. Slowly, uncertainly, I push a little more, trying to get the redhead used to more movement. His reaction is to groan, loudly, and taking this as a positive sign I thrust a little deeper, trying to satisfy us both and not cause him extreme agony at the same time.
"W-wow..." Matt murmurs after a few more moments, his voice shaking slightly. "I never expected this... It's – fucking – good, though..."
I smile at his disjointed sentence, nodding myself and rocking my hips again. He flinches, and I move a hand to gently stroke his cheek. "As much as I hate you sometimes... Please, tell me if I hurt you..."
Matt giggles softly. "I think that's probably inevitable, isn't it..? But yes, I understand... I don't mind, though, Mello. Enjoy yourself..."
I smile softly, picking up my rhythm a little and trying not to imagine how bizarre and uncomfortable it must be for Matt. His eyes brim as he continues to grin at me, and I find myself giving him a little mewl of admiration. "Oh, Matty-baby... You're so brave..."
"Not brave," he insists quietly, chuckling lightly. "I know that the second you hit my prostate I'll be practically writhing with elation... So I'm just waiting for that bit..."
We both laugh softly, and I lean down to kiss his cheek, finding myself moving a little faster, eager for this moment to come. "No, you are brave..."
"Pshh, whatever."
I rock into him again, gasping out a little. "F-fuck... You really do feel... So amazing, Matt..."
"Why thank you," comes the unexpectedly genteel reply. I smirk, my concentration wavering enough to let my hips give a sudden, more harsh jerk. We both cry out abruptly.
"Holy fucking shit! That was n-niiice..." Matt whines, less politely than his last words. I can't say this bothers me very much, though, as I'm a little preoccupied with thrusting into him violently at this angle he seems to enjoy. I can feel a warm sort of pressure building up below my stomach, and I can feel it getting hotter and hotter with every motion my hips make.
I could really get used to this.
Matt's face is soon mirroring my own blissful smile, and dazedly he whispers to me. "H-hey, Mello... I'ma jizz soon..."
I merely nod in acceptance. "Yeah, me too..." He looks pleased with himself. "Ah, awesome..."
I thrust a few more times, and myself and Matt's moans fall into a strange kind of sexual chorus with each other, and in due course, I reach the limit and spill into Matt with a loud, graceless grunt of exhilaration, my back arching helplessly. Soon, the redhead follows suit, and with interest I regard the newly emerged white fluid splattered across my stomach, grinning.
Cautiously, I remove myself from Matt, and flop down heavily onto the floor beside him, absentmindedly taking his hand in my own. He turns his head feebly to the side to see me, his eyes shining with happiness and something dangerously close to adoration.
"That was fun."
