Mello's POV
I sat across the table from Matt in an awkward silence. I held a rubber band on my index and middle fingers and made scissoring motions with my fingers. Matt's dark green eyes studied me with a sexual intensity as a red blush flowered across his pale features. I continued to stretch the tight string, enjoying the heated and intense expressions that continued to grace his flushed face.
"M-Mello"? His voice cracked when he spoke to me, as he struggled to grasp his composure.
"Yes my dear Matthew"? I reply nonchalantly while turning my eyes to him.
"Mello are you trying to seduce me"?
"As a matter of face I am. I can tell it's working as well. Shall we retire to the bedroom"? Matt nods furiously, his dark red hair swinging back and forth violently. We push our chairs back, the legs scraping against the tiled floor of L's kitchen. Silently we walk upstairs our feet clambering noisily up the wooden steps to our bedroom. I lock the bedroom door and fold my arms over chest and look at him expectantly.
"What"? He asks sounding generally curious.
"Strip". I make sure audibly pop my letter p in that command. Matt's blush furiously deepens and he begins fumbling with the striped tail end of his long sleeved shirt. I sigh and stride to him; prying the criminal like cloth from his grasping fingertips I force it over his head and muss his hair. I whistle lowly, I didn't know Matt was as toned as he was. He wasn't a wall of muscle like I was; in fact he had a slight deposit of pudge in his lower stomach. Heh what a lazy ass, but otherwise Matt was pretty well built.
His hands found the zipper of my vest on my high collar and he slowly dragged it down. The sound dragging out in a long and painful noise, his eyes widened as my very muscular stomach was revealed.
"Like what you see Matthew"?
"You're a very attractive man Mello". His fingers curl beneath the shoulders of my vest, slowly inching it downward and eventually falling to the floor in a leathery heap. I pressed my hands against his pectoral muscles and push him onto his mattress. Our lips smash together in a bruising and passionate kiss, it is not romantic, nor is it beautiful. It is a wild and hungry fight for dominance. Our teeth began smashing together in a noisy pain as our mouths fall open and our tongues lace together in a sloppy and moist dance of desire.
Matt's POV
Mello's fingers crooked around the loops of my pants where a belt would normally rest. He began inching my jeans down my hips and knees till they lay in a pool of denim at the ground. The ache rested beneath the thin fabric of my blue boxers. The impressive and painfully stiff length continued to grow as Mello detached his mouth from mine and began suckling at my throat and collar bone. I shuddered at the feeling of heat and sliminess and whimpered at the cold once his mouth left. His lips trailed down my chest and stomach and stopped at my abdomen.
"W-Why'd you stop"? I whine and Mello turns his face to mine. His blue eyes gleam with a pure shining devilish nature and his lips turn in a wild and hungry grin.
"Because I am not going to suck you off Matt".
"You aren't"? I question
"No not at all". He suddenly grasps my waist and flips me over on my stomach. He then grasps the elastic of my boxers and quickly yanks them to my ankles.
"Mello what are you doing"!? I suddenly panic as a silence settles over the bedroom.
"I'm going to fuck you Matt".
Mello's POV
Matt's spine stiffens as silence settles over the two of us.
"You are"?
"Unless you scream rape, then yeah".
"Alright then, try to be gentle then". I grin and place my fingers in mouth, dampening them with my saliva. I plan to penetrate Matt, not split him in half. He lays completely naked before me and I'm about to get a feel of his virgin ass when he suddenly freezes.
"Wait Mello, you need to stop right now".
"What is it now"?
"Take off your pants and underwear. If you want to fuck me, you aren't going unzip your jeans and go. You're going to be completely naked when doing so". My mouth stretches into an even wider grin and I begin to take off my pants when his pale hand stops me. He's flipped over onto his stomach and he begins to tear off my pants.
"You go commando"? He asks as he's greeted with a hot length of flesh and blonde curled hairs.
"Bitch please; you can't wear these hot pants with underpants". I explain as Matt once more turns on his stomach, his lily white ass mine for the taking. I re-dampen my fingers and push them into the tight pinching hole of hot and constricting muscle. Matt whimpers in pain and discomfort as I add a third finger into his body. I begin probing my fingers, stretching the tight and constricted flesh. I scissor my fingers in a fashion mirroring the actions I had used with the rubber band prior to this event.
His body trembles and I ache with a throbbing desire to release my load into his body. Using the hand that is not rammed deep into the trenches of Matt's ass grasps his hot organ and I began toying with the tender flesh of his genitals. Matt groans, his voice rattles against the walls. What a pansy, I haven't even done anything yet. I suddenly remove my fingers from his heat and wipe the dampness against his cheeks.
"Are you going to do it now"?
"Yes, and without mercy". I raise myself to his entrance, and ram his insides with top speed. Our skin makes an echoing slapping sound as we begin to make love. It is not beautiful, it is primal and beastly. Matt begins howling with each violet thrust as I tore his innards apart.
"Mello… I'm going to c-cum"! Matt stammers out breathlessly. I grin, knowing I can hold out a few minutes longer. Matt appears to be moments away from toppling over the point of no return. I give a final thrust of his penis and he screams as a yellow fluid begins spilling wildly into my hand. Matt convulses, his head thrown back, his jaw agape as pleasured screams topple from his mouth. I soon realize it is my time of cumming. I release his genitals from my grasp and place them on his shoulders, sinking my nails into his pale flesh. My spine arches as heat and pleasure explodes from my abdomen and into the trenches of Matt's delicious and supple body. He topples to the bed, exhausted as I lay atop of him, my body drained of energy, and the heated liquid still dribbling from spaces of his body where we are no longer connected. I pull fully out of him; the sound is wet, disgusting and weirdly beautiful. Matt's green eyes have a pleasured glaze to them and I remove myself from the mount, stand before him, place my hands on my waist and glare.
"What"? He whines like a child begging his mother to allow him to sleep for five minutes more.
"Get up, now".
"Whyyy"?
"Because, I have to clean. This shit be nasty".
"Fuck you and your OCD".
"Well I and my OCD just fucked you".
"Always with the last word eh"?
"That is correct, bastard".