A.N
I am such a perv.
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Matt
Fucking Misa, leaving me with this issue just when I was starting to give in. I'd never wanted anything more and it got interrupted. I locked the bathroom door behind me to take care of my 'problem', emerging fifteen minutes later to Mello's now dressed face. Flattening my hair I padded past him keeping my eyes glued solely to the floor. Pulling the sweatpants on that Mello had so keenly tossed aside, I took seat on the floor powering up my laptop ready for a good set of owning people.
Mello raised a brow at my collected composure before stepping out the door.
"Be back whenever." He called over his shoulder. I mumbled something in reply not entirely sure as a bout of bloody warfare erupted on my screen, text slang flying across the chat-box at a rapid speed. Threats about peoples mothers, sisters and even something about eyeball rape tossed around like an everyday occurrence (Which, I had to remind myself, in this world it was).
I didn't even notice when the door slid back open, quietly clicking shut after a few seconds. I jumped out of my skin when arms encircled me once more, lips pressing themselves to my bare neck gently biting on the exposed skin.
"Shall we carry on where we left off?" He purred into my ear, hand trailing down my stomach, thumb trailing over the crotch of the baggy sweatpants I was wearing, showing all too clearly how much I wanted him all over again.
He delved his hand under the waistband of the pants, taking me into his hand, running his fingers along the length forcing me to lose any sense of inhibitions I still harboured. "Stand up." He whispered, tongue running along my neck, a light shiver running down my spine. I did as he asked without question. The sly grin that I was sure was placed on his face was clear in his tone. "Tell me Mattie, still want to do this?" I hesitated for a moment, moaning quietly as he stroked me once more. "You're not answering me." My breath hitched as he sank his teeth into my shoulder.
"Y-yes, I do." I stammered, leaning back into him, craving more of the touch which he so graciously decided to give to me.
"But I feel sticky Mattie, I want a bath." I whined lightly, he'd already left me hanging before. If he did it again I would refuse to speak to him. Ever. "Want to join me." He murmured, blonde hair caressing my heated cheek. I was nodding before I was even aware of what I was agreeing to. He retracted his hand, the loss of friction making me cling to his arm tighter as he lead me into the bathroom, knees trembling lightly.
"Mello, please." I began to beg as he pushed the plug into the bath, turing on the hot water tap allowing steam to slowly fill the room.
"Calm down Matt." He told me, sitting on the edge of the porcelain bath, watching as the water filled the tub. I bit my lip in frustration as he flashed me his best arrogant grin. Leaning forwards he tugged down the scarlet sweatpants, gripping my erection and running his tongue along it. "Better?" He asked, only to receive a small moan from myself. Using his free hand he turned off the tap. "Bath's ready."