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Mello was pissed off.
And what pissed him off even more, was that Matt didn’t even realise he was pissed off.
Because Matt had been ignoring him to ‘finish this level’, which apparently took six hours to complete, and he still wasn’t done.
And if there was one thing Mello hated more then Near, it was being ignored. Especially for a rectangle with low graphics. He’s worth way more then that.
”This is insulting.” He crossed his arms, staring blankly at the TV. Some re-run of The Office Matt had insisted on watching—even though he wasn’t actually watching it, because he hadn’t shifted his gaze from his DS for a quarter of the day.
”What is? Micheal Scott?”
”No, not fucking Micheal Scott. I mean you. You haven’t spoken to me in hours for that stupid game—“
”It’s not stupid.”
”Yes it is! You’d rather press some fucking buttons then talk to your actually real boyfriend that’s stood right infront of you—“
”Babe, you know I can’t multitask. Just let me finish this level—“
”You said that six hours ago!”
”Yeah, but I got caught up—“
Mello rolled his eyes, grabbing the game from Matt’s hand. Matt whined, trying to tug it off Mello to no avail.
”Mello, no—that’s not fair—“
“Awhh it’s not fairrr?” Mello mocked, holding the DS in the air, just out of reach.
”No—okay, I’m really sorry. Like, ultra, mega, super sorry. But I was so close to finishing—“
“Ohh, he was so close to finishing, was he?”
”Yess, he was,—“
Mello smirked, turning the handheld off. Matt just stared in horror at the sight, because he didn’t even get to save his game, and now the six hours of progress was all erased. Gone from the system.
”Seriously? Like, seriously? I can’t even have a hobby,”
”Gaming is the saddest hobby a 20-year-old man could have.”
”Hey—fuck you! It’s actually a profession, and people have made tons of money from competing in gaming tournaments for—“
”Matt. I really, really don’t care. You have all this, and you want that?” Mello meant himself, obviously. He was wearing his tightest leather vest, his skimpiest underwear, and Matt hadn’t even taken time out of his day to look at him.
”Can’t I have you both?”
”Thought you said you couldn’t multitask.”
”Ah. I guess you’re right.” Matt sighed.
”Soo.. what do you choose? But if you pick this, I’m leaving you and going back to my ex. Okay?”
”You can’t just threaten me with your ex every time you—“
”Decision?”
”You, Mells. It’s always you.” Matt rolled his eyes, slouching back onto the couch. Mello smiled, throwing the DS across the room as he straddled Matt’s lap.
“Mello! Don’t throw it! You have to be careful, they are really delicate, and—“
”I already told you I don’t care. Why are you such a loser?”
”I’m not a loser! Like I said, it’s my hobby. Atleast my favourite pass-time isn’t killing people or whatever, and it’s actually a normal, respectable thing that people do.”
”It’s boring, is what it is. Now stop talking and kiss me.”
”But—“ Mello cut Matt off with a kiss, cupping his jaw and tilted his head up. He stroked his thumb over Matt’s cheek, Matt’s hands coming up to hold Mello’s waist. He snaked his arms around him, pulling him closer.
Mello was wearing one of his leather vests and a thong. No pants, just underwear. Something that had gone completely unnoticed by Matt until right now.
“Now, say it like you mean it.” Mello encouraged, emphasising with a pleasant roll of his hips.
”It’s always you, chocolate-bear.” Matt caught Mello’s hand, bringing it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles.
Mello grimaced. “You disgust me.”
Matt giggled, giving Mello a toothy grin as he grabbed him by the cheeks and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Mello rolled his eyes in return, springing up and yanking Matt by the arm. He dragged him to the bedroom, Matt going without argument as he clung to Mello’s side.
”I can finish my game after, right?” Matt said hopefully.
”Only if you’re good.”
”Aren’t I always?”
Mello glanced back at him, smirking.
The minute they got to the bedroom, they were all over eachother like they’d never touched before. Matt’s hand reached down to squeeze Mello’s ass, the blond pulling his hair in response.
“See? Isn’t this so much better?” Mello pulled back, panting.
”Not really.”
”…Oh my god.” Mello shoved Matt down onto the bed, hard, the redhead landing with a bounce as he pushed himself up on his elbows.
“Joking, babe—“
”Stop talking.” Mello straddled his waist, unbuttoning his jeans without hesitation.
”Woah—okay.”
Mello made quick work of Matt’s jeans, not bothering with his short.
He pulled the denim down just enough to gain access to Matt’s crotch, grimacing at his Spider-Man boxers.
”What? He wasn’t expecting company.”
”’He’?”
”You know, my Mini Matt.”
“What is wrong with you?” Mello shut Matt up with a kiss, leaning down until they were chest to chest. He grabbed Matt’s arm, hand sliding up to his wrist as he pinned it to the mattress.
Matt shifted under him, hardening in his boxers. Mello felt it, obviously, and he smirked against Matt’s mouth.
“Can’t ignore me now, can you?”
”Wouldn’t dream about it, babe.”
”You better not. If you ever put a pixel before me again, I’ll kill you.”
”Uhm, correction: pixels, and you can’t kill me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t get to do this.” Matt bucked his hips up cruelly, at the same time pushing Mello’s lower back down with his free hand.
Mello gasped, rocking his hips to match Matt’s movement.
Matt had a horny blond currently grinding in his lap, hips shifting over his hard-on with a pleasant roll, and all he could think about was how he’d beaten the level he was stuck on for the better part of five hours, before all his progress had been snatched away by his cruel, cruel boyfriend.
Mello grabbed Matt’s cheeks roughly, pulling his head to face him. They looked directly into each others eyes, Mello bouncing slowly as he rolled his hips.
”Hey, babe.” Matt smirked.
”Shut up. You owe me.”
“Anything you want.”
Mello sat up on his knees, Matt’s eyes locking on the junction between Mello’s thighs. He made a show of it, because of course he did; it’s Mello.
Slowly, his hand came up to the zipper on his vest, dragging it down languidly. Matt watched every new inch of skin with laser focus, his hands coming up to grab Mello’s waist—
“No touching. You don’t deserve it.” He pouted, slapping Matt’s hand away. Matt whined in pain, flopping backwards.
Mello continued, sliding his vest off his shoulders. He was in nothing but that stupid lace, and Matt wanted to just tear it off and ravish him like a fucking animal.
But no, because Mello had him on probation, and he could always be a lot meaner.
Matt knew if he made any other stupid move, Mello would for sure kick him out of the bedroom and make him sleep on the couch in both chastity and shame.
”Focus.” Mello snapped his fingers in Matt’s face.
”Focused.” Matt nodded, gaze padlocked onto Mello’s bare chest, travelling down to his stomach, his hips.
Matt sighed, head tilting back. He closed his eyes before reopening them again, bleary vision zooming back in on Mello’s features.
He had his hands hooked on either side of his underwear, not pulling, just making Matt anticipate.
“You know, you’d make a really good pornstar.” He just really can’t close his big mouth.
Mello’s eyebrows furrowed, and a harsh slap landed on Matt’s cheek, turning his head to the side. Matt whimpered at the contact.
Mello put his hands on his hips, offering his hottest angry face.
”Really? You are so juvenile.”
”Wha—hey! It was a compliment. You love those, right?”
”That isn’t a compliment. It’s a crude statement.”
”Well I meant it as—“ Another slap crossed his face.
”Shut. Up. Or I’ll do it for you.” The threat went straight between Matt’s legs.
Matt sighed, hand absentmindedly sliding up Mello’s waist. Mello gasped, and it was far too late before Matt had realised his mistake.
Well, luckily, Mello hadn’t stopped, but Matt ended up cuffed to the headboard with a blindfold stuffed over his mouth.
With all the sex they have, they were surprised the only thing they owned that remotely mimicked a gag was a blindfold.
But anything could be used as one, if you were creative enough.
Matt didn’t know what was worse, getting thrown out or submitting, completely at Mello’s mercy.
Oh well. Atleast Mello was nice enough to let him look, he supposed. That was a luxury in itself.
Matt said something—probably sarcastic—that was muffled by the stupid fabric shoved in his mouth.
“What was that?”
“Mfff mf.”
“Speak up, Matty.”
Matt struggled against the cuffs, trying to remove the binds.
Mello helped, lifting the blindfold from his mouth.
“Fuck you—“
Mello shoved it back in.
“See? You don’t deserve privileges. I was nearly considering taking it off, too.” Mello tutted at him, pressing a finger up against his nose.
Matt made a point of rolling his eyes, twisting his wrist in the cuffs to flash Mello his middle finger.
Mello slapped his thigh in response, shaking his head.
As much as he wanted to play with Matt longer, the ache between his legs was desperate and wet, his heart beginning to pound against his chest.
Mello was painfully hard, already leaking pre-cum just from a few rolls of his hips. Feeling Matt get so turned on under him, seeing him so helpless as he stayed tied to the headboard with a stupid rag in his mouth was working him up, and he didn’t want to wait anymore.
Matt’s shirt was pulled over his navel, a sea of love-bites and hickeys painted over his lower stomach. The sight was adding to the pulsing need between Mello’s legs, and impulsively he sat up, tearing his own panties off himself.
They were a slick barrier between them, soaked with evidence of his own need.
All Matt could do was stare. He stopped struggling, the sound of the fabric ripping playing on repeat, swimming around his head.
The world stopped, zooming in on this stupidly hot blond perched over his lap. Matt was hypnotised, lost in a trance. His pupils dilated, growing 10x their size like black holes that wanted to swallow Mello whole.
”Don’t give me that look. We haven’t even started.” Mello sneered, crawling over Matt like a predator.
A muffled ‘fuck’ drew from his mouth, his head lolling back onto the pillow as he lost all strength to hold himself up.
Mello just smirked down at him, stroking his cheek faux-innocently.
He grabbed the waistband of Matt’s stupid boxers, pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring free. Mello ran his hands up the sides of his body, highlighting each curve. Matt tracked the movement, bucking his hips up to slide his dick against Mello’s ass.
Mello gasped, rearing back against the movement. He grabbed the base of Matt’s cock, guiding it to his entrance.
Matt said something, Mello making out a barely intelligible ‘that’s it’ as Mello sunk down.
No preparation, because Mello is a firm believer in feeling the intimacy of a raw experience. If Matt is really the one for him, their bodies would show it, fitting together like jigsaw pieces—which they do.
Matt moaned, head flying back against the pillow. He dug his nails into his palms, wrists pulling tight against the handcuffs.
If this was Mello’s idea of punishment, it certainly corresponded with Matt’s idea of heaven. Which, probably wasn’t the goal.
Mello bounced in his lap, looking all pretty as he bit on his finger, other hand bracing himself against Matt’s chest.
He swivelled his hips as he moved, twisting his waist with practiced expertise.
Matt watched the curves in his body pull taught, popping out more each time he moved.
Matt was panting against the rag that had been wrapped around his mouth, starchy fabric itching against his cheeks. He was salivating, drool falling from the corner of his mouth.
Mello smirked at that, grabbing Matt’s jaw roughly to get a better look at his face. His pretty green eyes were glazed over with desperation and lust, and his wrists were bucking against the handcuffs.
”You wanna touch?”
Matt nodded feverishly.
Mello pouted for him, “Too bad.”
Matt whined, loudly, breaking the confines of the gag.
Mello only rolled his eyes at that, grinding down on Matt with a cruel roll that earned another cry from the redhead.
”You’re pathetic. You know that?”
Matt nodded, eagerly, Mello noted.
“Disgusting.” Mello degraded playfully.
He didn’t actually think that. Nothing about Matt was objectively disgusting, except from, like, his hygiene habits. But that was a work in progress.
Matt’s dick twitched at Mello’s words, and he could feel himself nearing an end at just that alone, his hips bucking desperately into the blond.
Mello gasped, eyes rolling back as Matt hit him deep, though the surge of pleasure didn’t last for long before he leaned over, long limbs arching against Matt.
He grabbed his hair and yanked his head back hard enough the redhead saw stars, forcing their eyes to meet.
”You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
Matt shook his head.
”It’s sad. You’re so fucking desperate.” Mello said impertinently, slowing down the pace.
His hips were only rocking against Matt now, a barely-there roll.
Matt had been so close, and now Mello was just ripping the oppurtunity apart right infront of his face.
Matt whined again, a shamelessly filthy sound that almost made Mello reconsider. He violently tugged at the handcuffs, body getting restless.
Mello watched, coming to a halt completely. He shook his head disapprovingly.
Matt was embarassed, his cheeks flushing bright red, but in the moment he was too dumb to care. Drunk on the feeling of Mello’s velvet walls, tight around him, drunk on the ache pooling in his lower abdomen.
He was sure tears were rolling from his eyes, dripping down his face and forming wet spots on the pillows.
Mello smirked at the sight, cupping Matt’s cheeks. He smushed them together meanly, forcing his head to the side as he watched the wet trails glisten in the room’s light.
”Still wanna go back to your games, huh?”
Matt shook his head again, thrashing side to side.
He wanted nothing more then to touch Mello, and if he had the strength, he’d have broken himself out of these metal chains, flipped him over and fucked him mercilessly. To make Mello cry for it too, to make Mello feel half of what he’s feeling in this moment.
“Mhm. That’s what I thought.” Mello kissed his teeth, letting Matt go.
Matt spoke, words humiliatingly muffled.
”Got something to say?”
He nodded profusely.
Mello, surprisingly, reached over, pulling the blindfold down just enough to reveal Matt’s mouth.
His rosy lips were parted, plump and bitten raw.
Matt locked eyes with Mello, as if he was asking for permission to speak.
”Shy?”
Matt whimpered, stuttering over himself.
”I’m sorry.” He sputtered, voice ragged.
”What was that?”
”I said sorry.”
”Do you think that’s gonna make me feel bad?”
”…I was kinda hoping so.”
”Mm.” Mello hummed, pushing the cloth back against Matt’s lips. Matt resisted, shaking his head.
”No, Mello, please—can you just, I just—“ He could barely form a sentence, sobbing over his words.
Mello had never seen so much raw emotion shown from someone usually so stoic and composed, and though he’d use it against Matt for years to come, he found it extremely romantic.
Matt however, would disagree.
This amount of power should not have been given to someone so cruel. If Matt had it his way, he’d have Mello begging on his knees once in a while.
But unfortunately, he doesn’t, so he blindly follows along with whatever mean punishment Mello’s got for him next.
He sighed, staring at Matt’s face, drowning in tears, drool and blush.
“You’re so much better like this.” Mello said offhandedly, rolling his hips. Matt gasped sharply, his knee nudging against Mello’s back.
Mello pulled the blindfold over his mouth again, leaning in close to Matt’s face.
”This stays on. Okay?”
”Mhm.”
“Good.” Mello drew back, running his hands through his hair. He raked it back, the strands falling back over his face elegantly.
He looked like an angel. He was far from one.
Slowly, he dug his paws into Matt’s chest, arching his back like a cat.
He lifted his hips in a circular motion before grinding back down, feeling Matt stir inside of him.
Matt calmed slightly, erratic moans and cried turning into heavy, unregulated breaths.
”Took you long enough.” Mello said snidely, nails scraping against Matt’s skin.
The strokes got harsher, Mello bouncing rhythmically—up, down, up, down—hips swivelling with every movement. He twisted at the waist, Matt’s eyes focused on the prominent curve of his ass that jiggled with every movement.
Mello slapped him;
”Eyes up here.” He guided Matt’s stare to his face, cupping his chin. Matt nodded.
Both sights were beautiful, so he couldn’t really complain.
Mello’s face twisted into pleasure, losing himself in the feeling as his rhythm faultered.
His eyebrows were drawn together, lips parted showing off a pearly set of straight teeth and his eyes stared down at Matt, half-lidded, gaze unwavering.
Matt stared back, hearts springing out of his eyes. He felt as though he’d fallen in love all over again, the worlds rotation coming to a stop.
Matt came first. Hard, Mello taking him to the hilt as he felt a familiar surge of heat flood his body. Matt was practically in his guts, filling him up whole. Mello took it all, head rolling back as he exhaled with a soft sound.
Mello followed shortly after, body moving like water despite his erratic pace.
The bedframe shook, creaking back and forth as Mello rocked, fucking himself on Matt’s dick.
Mello gasped out a ragged moan, nails clutching at Matt’s chest, digging deep into the silky skin.
His orgasm hit like a train, parading over his body in a rush of deep convulsions that swallowed Matt whole.
He tugged the blindfold down, grabbing Matt’s arm as he crashed their lips together. Matt took it, lips parting insistently while Mello’s tongue probed at his mouth.
The blond clumsily reached for the cuffs, setting one free. That was all Matt needed, the other hooked uselessly around him as he rolled them over and pinned Mello to the bed, the kiss growing more heated.
”Touch me.” Mello murmured against Matt’s mouth, a languid moan drawing from his lips.
Matt complied, hands running greedily over Mello’s ass, grabbing and squeezing before hiking up his hips, his waist—anywhere he could reach.
They pulled away, panting, Mello staring up at him.
“Wanna go again?” Mello smirked, playing with Matt’s hair.
Matt only stared, incredulously.
“…Crazy bitch.” He muttered.
”What’d you say?”
”I said I had a crazy itch.”