Possessive
"Nn..."
Locks of sun-coloured hair brushed against Matt's chest, tickling and teasing. Hot breaths on his neck, followed by a gentle nip; hands pushing and pulling the shirt off him in moments of barely-there conciousness.
"Did you hear me?" Mello's voice: harsh, demanding, desperate. He waits for an answer, (an acceptance of Mello's dominance) but Matt's mind seems fuzzy and confusing when Mello is like this (so addictive, so pleasing). Yet he tries to respond, nodding his head as his arms reach to pull Mello back down, back on top of him, a warm weight.
The movement isn't enough, and Mello tilts his head down, briefly brushing Matt's lips with his own, only to bite down. A shudder races through Matt's body, and he lets a small gasp of breath escape.
"Tell me."
Matt opens his eyes, slowly, regarding Mello's face. Hands trail through his long hair, and Mello tries to look impatient (the quiet purring betrays him), and Matt smiles a smile no longer broken by the presence of a cigarette.
"I'm yours, Mello."