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Mello had jokingly suggested Matt get peircings, because it would make him look at least 10% less boring.
What Mello hadn’t anticipated however, was the redhead coming home one random Thursday with a pierced tongue, a lip ring, and a bar in his eyebrow.
”What the fuck is this?” Mello stood up fast, blood rushing to his head. Matt backed away a little, putting his hands up in mock defense.
“What’s it look like?” He said, like it was obvious.
”I mean—I was only joking! I didn’t think you’d actually go ahead and do it.”
”Hey! Who said I did it for you? And besides, you like it, right?”
”Baby, I would love any stupid impulsive decision you decided to make on your body, but why did you get three piercings on your face—“
”Well one of thems in my mouth, so—“
”—and nowhere else? You’re supposed to add, like, atleast a little variation.”
”Well, I wanted to get my nipple peirced, but then I thought you’d get mad at me for letting someone else touch my nipple, so.”
“…I’m not that petty.”
“Better to be safe then sorry, babe.”
Mello rolled his eyes and hooked his arms around Matt’s neck.
”Don’t you think I look cool?”
”You looked cool before. To me, anyway.” Mello leaned up and pressed a kiss to Matt’s now-peirced lip.
The redhead winced, and Mello pulled back to give him a questioning look.
”It still hurts…” Matt whined.
”Awhh,” He drawled, “Want me to kiss it better?” Mello cupped Matt’s chin, pulling his face closer. Matt smirked, eyeing him down.
”I think I’m gonna need more then a kiss. I’m in a lot of pain.”
”A lot of pain, huh?” Mello smirked.
”So much.” Matt pouted.
”And you need me to make it better?” Mello cooed, expression pitiful.
”Need you to.”
Suddenly, Mello pushed Matt down onto the couch, catching his lips in a harsh kiss. He didn’t care for the peircing, and nor did Matt—trying his best to disregard the pain. Their tongues slid against each other, Mello fixated on the bar stabbed into the muscle.
”Let me see,” He pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their mouths.
Matt opened up, sticking his tongue out. The jewel winked back at Mello, a pretty, sparkly flash of silver.
Mello moaned at the sight.
“You’re gonna put that to such good use tonight.”
”Mello, it’s new. It’s delicate. It’s—“
”It’s so fucking sexy, I wanna rip it out with my teeth just so no one else gets to see it on you.”
”No one but you’s gonna see it, babe.” Matt reassured.
Mello hummed, eyeing Matt down like he’s prey. He leaned in again, consuming him with another rough kiss, dragging his teeth over his swollen lips.
Matt struggled for a second, regaining himself quickly. He gripped onto Mello’s waist for support, hands sliding down to his hips and fisting at the perfect curve of his ass.
Mello moaned into the kiss, rocking against Matt’s lap, languid grinds that rolled perfectly over the redhead’s bulge.
The blond giggled as he felt Matt hardening in his pants. He pressed their foreheads together, fingers playing with Matt’s lips as his hand snaked down between their bodies, rubbing over the front of his jeans.
“Ah—fuck..” Matt moaned, hips bucking into Mello’s hand.
Mello squeezed him through the fabric, rolling the heel of his hand over his clothed dick, palming at his hard-on with satisfying precision.
Matt’s hold on Mello’s hips tightened, guiding his movements. The blond didn’t mind. For once, Matt could have whatever he wanted, because he looks so fucking good, and Mello wants to make sure he knows it.
“Does that feel good?” Mello teased.
”You know it does.” Matt snarled, attitude quickly crumbling into another whine as Mello’s hand worked in tandem with the rest of his body, fuelling the fire stirring in Matt’s abdomen. He lifted his hips helplessly, wrapping his arm around Mello’s waist to pull him closer.
“We should get these off, don’t you think?”
”M-Mhm..” Matt swallowed thickly, head tilting back against the couch.
Mello pawed at the button on Matt’s jeans, threading it through easily before working on his zipper.
“If I knew a couple holes in my face would’ve had this effect, I’d have done it way sooner.”
”Sure you would’ve, tough guy.” Mello shoved his hand down Matt’s jeans, squeezing his bulge through his boxers.
Matt gasped, fingers digging into Mello’s waist. The blond’s back arched; he was working himself up just from touching Matt.
Mello sat up on his knees, looming over Matt. He pulled the zip on his leather pants, the material rolling down his hips with struggle.
”The leather’s so hot, but it’s a bitch to get off.” Matt noted.
”Lucky you’re not the one taking it off then, aren’t you?” Mello scowled, pooling them around his ankles. He kicked them off effortlessly, because he’s Mello, and he can do anything.
”You make it look so effortless.”
”I know.” Mello leveraged himself on Matt’s shoulders, holding onto them for support.
Matt’s eyes trailed down Mello’s body, the blond wearing nothing but a vest and panties that left little to the imagination.
He had his own set of piercings too, but he did them because he liked the way they looked—a contrast to Matt, who only did it because he was told to.
A belly ring, an industrial that he didn’t even flinch at, and one further down his body he probably, definitely got for Matt’s eyes and Matt’s eyes only.
Matt purposely left this detail out, but he cried at all 3 piercings he got. Especially his eyebrow. Mello just seemed to have a high pain tolerance, or maybe the explosion and the burns just desensitised him from all pain.
Matt’s hands trailed to Mello’s hips, then back up to his waist, then back down again to grope at his ass.
He kneaded it like dough, Mello arching into the touch as he leaned in for another kiss, their lips gluing together like magnets.
He lowered himself again, the thin cotton of their underwear’s posing as a weak barrier between them. Mello offered a satisfying roll of his hips, Matt manipulating the movement with his hands on Mello’s ass.
Mello moaned languidly, pulling away from the kiss to lick a broad stripe up Matt’s cheek. The redhead grimaced, skin flushing deeply.
“What? It’s love.”
”That’s disgusting.”
”Don’t act like you haven’t done anything worse.” Mello smirked.
”I—shut up…” Matt said weakly, blushing harder in embarrassment, suggestive memories flooding his brain in copious amounts.
Most of them were just him begging, which really says a lot about his character.
Mello moved his hips in circular motions, rocking against Matt harder. They were both panting, skin glowing a vibrant red with every movement.
”Mello—“
”Patient.” He commanded, lightly tapping the tip of Matt’s nose. His fingers toyed with Matt’s waistband, peeling the fabric back to reveal his hard length, already leaking with pre-cum.
”Eager.” Mello tutted, though he was no better. He worked on his own thong, jaggedly pulling the lace down his thighs.
”Hypocrite.” Matt accused.
Mello gave a light shrug, pressing a kiss to Matt’s cheek.
They were both hard, flushed, and very, very turned on with an equal amount of want that coursed through their veins in waves of insatiable heat.
Mello grabbed the base of Matt’s cock, giving it a rough stroke before guiding it to his entrance.
He was already slick with cum, causing for an easy glide.
Though, Mello was tight, and with the lack of thorough preparation, the first few movements were clumsy and difficult.
Still, Mello managed to keep it hot despite the hardships—not ruining the mood, because he’s really good keeping everything in check.
Not like it would matter anyway however, because once he gets Matt going, the redhead won’t stop ‘til both of them are satisfied.
”That’s it.” Matt sighed out, feeling Mello’s velvet walls convulse and stretch around him.
Mello’s arms hooked around Matt’s neck, and he buried his face in the crevice as he sank down on Matt.
He moaned into Matt’s throat, the redhead feeling the vibration against his skin. It gave him goosebumps, hairs raising on the back of his neck.
Mello was so painfully turned on, trembling against Matt.
”There, there.” Matt patted his back comfortingly, greedy hands coming down to feel at every inch of exposed skin.
They ran over the curves in his waist, over his full hips, carefully manoeuvring him. Matt set the pace, lifting Mello’s body slightly, dropping it back down.
They fell into an easy rhythm, though Mello struggled to keep composure. He broke the bounds of Matt’s guidance, moving his body on his own accord, twisting and swivelling his hips how he wished.
Matt didn’t mind this either, because making Mello lose control was a cool skill he had, and seeing someone usually so sophisticated turn into a needy, aching mess in your lap was also pretty sweet.
Mello moaned, a loud and filthy sound that made Matt’s hips buck into the blond’s tight heat.
His cock dug deeper at the jerk, dragging over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Mello that made his eyes roll back.
Mello grabbed the back of Matt’s head, yanking it back by his hair as he sunk his teeth deep into his neck, harsh enough to draw blood. This earned a cry from the redhead, who, for revenge, shovelled hid nails deep into the pale skin of Mello’s waist.
A pretty bruise blossomed over the bite, and Mello repeated the action, nibbling on Matt’s throat before soothing it over with his tongue.
Matt’s whimpers twisted into satisfied groans, drowning in pleasure at the feel of Mello’s searing heat, a silky rise that threatened to undo him immediately.
His thumb ran over the scratches blooming on Mello’s skin, and Mello let out a surprisingly loud moan at the burn. His head threw back, jaw fixed open in ecstasy.
He grinded down harder, taking Matt to the hilt, cum pooling around where they were connected, slicking each movement.
They were getting messier, each of them losing their grip on reality. The world stopped turning around them, lips meeting as they sought to consume eachother whole.
Matt thrusted up into Mello, the blond meeting the movement as his hips rocked down against him, Matt tearing though Mello’s guts.
Mello was sure he could feel Matt all the way in his throat, or that might’ve just been his heart. Either way, he didn’t care—didn’t care about anything but the ginger boy who was fucking into him from underneath, anything but the ginger boy who was grabbing and squeezing at his ass as if it was his first time discovering what one was.
”Mello…” Matt moaned, the hottest symphony Mello had ever heard.
”Say it again?”
”Mello,”
”One more time?”
”Fuck, you’re so needy.” Matt grunted, words quickly turning into a whine as Mello gave a particularly cruel roll of his hips.
”Oh? And I’m the needy one?” Mello boasted.
Matt pushed up into Mello, pulling him down in time with the drive as he sheathed himself deep. The blond cried out, nails digging into Matt’s shoulders.
”Yeah. Still a fucking hypocrite, too.” Matt smirked, yanking Mello’s hair.
They wrestled, lips meeting as their razor-sharp tongues fought for dominance. Mello moaned each time the silver bell in Matt’s mouth ran over the underside of his tongue, and Matt moaned every time Mello chewed at his gums.
”That’s playing dirty.” Matt pouted.
”No it’s not. There’s no rules to sex.”
”There are. That’s a red card.”
”Oh. Is it really?” Mello tilted his head.
”Yes—“ Mello cut him off with another bite, this time on the center of his throat. Matt choked on a sob, though he encouraged it, leaning into the touch.
In one sudden motion, Matt flipped them over, roughly throwing Mello down onto the pillows. Mello gasped, arms and legs flying to wrap around Matt’s body, the redhead grinning as he drove in viciously.
The new position had him fucking Mello deeper, nailing the blond bitch into the couch.
”Ohh, he likes that doesn’t he?” Matt sneered.
”He fucking loves it.” Mello replied huskily, heels digging into Matt’s back, encouraging him to go further.
Mello’s body jumped at the force of Matt’s strokes, his hair styled wildly. A layer of sweat sheened over his forehead, and his expression was full of a lazy kind of bliss.
He was having the time of his life, eyes rolled back into his skull as Matt just fucked him into oblivion, something he was very good at doing.
“I’m gonna—oh my god, I’m so fucking close, Matt, I swear—“
”Yeah? Gonna get you there and bring you back, baby.” Matt barely registered anything being spoken, far too busy occupying Mello’s hole like it was his fucking job.
Which, in retrospect, it kind of was.
The couch had probably moved millimetres from its original position, the end-table next to it knocked over, its contents spilled over the floor; probably broken.
Mello was screaming, erotic yelps that sounded like someone getting brutally murdered and brutally fucked at the same time.
His leg kicked up, a manic laugh spilling from his lips as he came hard, making a mess of both he and Matt’s stomach.
His muscles fluttered around Matt, milking him for all he had, the redhead burying himself as deep as possible as his climax crashed over him, the desperate sounds from Mello and the cum drying on his stomach pushing him over the edge of release.
”Fuck me—“ He drawled, panting hard. He pulled out of Mello, watching the surge of liquid that dripped out of him, staining the cushions below in lewd evidence of their night.
He smushed up beside Mello, laying half on the blond’s chest. He lazily turned his head to look over at him, taking in all his pretty features.
”Hey…” Matt’s hand shot out, thumb stroking over Mello’s cheek.
”Hi.” Mello punched out, raggedly, wrapping his slender fingers around Matt’s wrist to ground himself.
“I might get a tattoo next.”
Mello practically drooled at the thought.