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“What, so you’re not gonna start an argument with me?”
”Why? Do you want me to?” She pressed, scowling.
”I didn’t say that—“
”Sounds like you do.”
God, Matt’s girlfriend is a bitch.
She’ll complain and whine at him for hours, then demand stuff of him like he’s some sort of dog, or something.
He’d break up with her, but everytime he tries, she always hits him with the same line:
’If you break up with me, I’ll kill myself!”
”O-Okay! Okay! I don’t wanna break up!”
Then her eyes would get all hopeful, and she’d gasp; “Really? You don’t?”
”Are you gonna kill yourself if I do?”
”Yeah!”
”So I don’t have much of a choice then, do I?” Matt would chuckle, though he did not find it funny in the slightest. And she’d run up and hug him, and suddenly everything’s okay again.
Except, it’s never okay, because Matt is sort of desperate to get rid of her.
Maybe he’ll drown her. Or better yet, he’ll chop her up and throw her remains into the sea.
Throw a toaster in the bathtub, maybe? Slip 200mg of methamphetamine into her food?
Or, try his preferred method; bitch about her to Mello.
Golden-blond hair Mello with the pretty face; who sorta looks like a girl while at the same time a very hot guy. Yeah, That Mello.
Mello’s way sexier than Matt’s girlfriend, too. He’s funnier, and he’s easier to talk to, and he’s so unbelievably boundless when it comes to sex—Matt couldn’t ask for anything more.
“So then she said I’m ‘all she has’ and that if I leave her, She’ll seriously do it this time. And—how could I say no?”
”Matt, if she really wanted to die, then she’d’ve killed herself ages ago.” Mello said, rolling his eyes.
Mello couldn’t care less about Matt’s girlfriend. The sooner she’s gone, the better.
“But, on the off chance she does do it—“
”She won’t.”
”But if she does—“
”Can promise you it’s not happening.”
”—Then what would I do? I care about her a lot, you know. And I know how it feels to get abandoned by someone you love, and it’s totally not cool.”
”I thought you said you don’t love her.” Mello monotoned.
”I do. I mean, I get angry and say I don’t, and sometimes I hate her—but I do love her. She’s my girlfriend.”
How naive, Mello thought. Matt’s so stupid sometimes.
In an uncoordinated two seconds, Mello was on him. Like a cat, moving fast with a fluidity Matt couldn’t anticipate.
And suddenly Matt feels weak under Mello’s stare, unable to resist him. Like he’d been hypnotised by the blond, roped into a trance.
”If you love her so much, then why are you with me?”
And, Matt didn’t have an answer to that. He’ll let his dick do all the talking, because that seems really eager to start a conversation right now.
What with the huskiness in Mello’s voice; all low and sultry, and the look he’s giving Matt—pouting, blowjob eyes—
“Uh, I—uh, can’t… excuse that, can I?” Matt chuckled nervously, and Mello tilted his head to the side as he smirked at him. It was condescending, a little degrading—and, oh, Matt’s probably drooling.
“No, not at all.” Mello’s hand came down, thumbing over the front of Matt’s jeans.
If he hadn’t felt Matt’s arousal before, then he’s definitely feeling it now. And if that’s not enough proof of just how bad Matt wants him, then what is?
Everytime they do this, Mello makes sure to give it his all.
He never usually has to try and impress people during sex, because he’s naturally good at seduction and everything in that demographic. It kind of comes with the package when you have social skills as good as he does.
But, when it comes to Matt, he wants to prove that he’s so much better than his girlfriend. Which, has probably already been proven, but he won’t stop until Matt finally realises he’s being totally manipulated by his new bitch, and his real soulmate is right infront of his face.
And Mello will get him eventually, because Mello always gets what he wants, and he wants Matt.
”I don’t know, Mells. I mean, she is like, probably one of the worst girlfriend’s in the world—“
”Terrible.”
”—And she’s a borderline psycho—“
”Totally out of her mind.”
”—And sometimes she hits me; which, I’m not saying I like, but I’m also not saying I don’t like it—“
”Matt.”
”—But I really like her! Like, when it’s good, it’s really good. She’s sweet sometimes, and she buys me cigarettes and games and—“
”Matt. Stop talking.”
Mello doesn’t like listening to all this gushy talk.
Matt’s so hot-and-cold with her—and everytime Mello thinks he’s got him, that he’s finally convinced him to breakup with her—Matt comes back with some outrageous statement like ’She’s sweet’.
Which, from the way Matt describes her, she sounds anything but. And Mello knows that, because Mello knows best.
”Sorry. I just—“
”Ah, ah,” Mello pressed a finger to Matt’s lips, and Matt shut up. “I said stop talking.”
Matt nodded mutely, and Mello dragged his finger from Matt’s lips down to his chest. A little further, and a little more further—all the way to the buckle of his belt.
And Matt’s breathing’s getting shallower, and he’s getting giddy, and guilt and arousal are two sides of the same coin for him, and he’s struggling to tell which is which—
“Do you think she’s worried about me?”
”No. I don’t think she cares about you. At all.” All Mello wants to do his shut him up.
He can’t listen to his stupid hopeless voice anymore. All Matt’s attention should be on him, and he’s gonna make sure that it is.
”You don’t know her like I know her—“
”Didn’t I tell you to stop talking?”
Mello’s losing his patience now. Everyday, this girl seems to grow on Matt like mould, and Mello won’t settle for second-best.
Matt went to protest, but the words died in his throat the minute Mello pulled his zipper down. They nearly came back to life when Mello pulled back, though Matt was ultimately was left utterly speechless when Mello yanked his shirt off.
Mello’s gaze suddenly felt a little too heavy, and it took Matt only a few seconds to realise why.
Matt’s neck, all down to his chest were littered in hickeys—and fuck, Mello has never wanted to put a bullet in someone’s skull more. Who does this girl think she is? Like, seriously?
He didn’t show his jealousy, obviously. Though Matt could probably tell, since Mello’s face dropped a fraction, and he bit his lip a little too aggressively.
”Had fun without me?” Mello nearly scowled, and Matt blushed.
”I—uh… got attacked. By a dog.” He grinned, and Mello glared.
Matt supposed he’d let Mello wallow in his jealousy, because jealous Mello gets all angry and competitive, and Matt likes the idea of having someone fight over him.
”Mello—“
”Sure she wouldn’t notice a few more.” Mello bit down on Matt’s throat, hitting an area that made the redhead whimper.
The fact some other broad got to hear that sound other than Mello really got to him, and he bit harder.
”Ah—“
From Matt’s neck, to his chest, all the way down to his navel. Retracing a path someone had already walked, claiming it as his own.
Mello left a dozen nips along Matt’s waistline, all leading down to his sex. And everytime Mello sunk his teeth in to Matt’s skin, Matt would moan, tugging at Mello’s hair.
Matt’s lips trembled, and he stared down at Mello, pupils dilated. Mello pulled off Matt’s drawls with his teeth, just to prove he can.
He can be sexy, and he can be desirable, and he can be anything Matt wants him to be.
Matt doesn’t even need to ask.
“Ah—ah, Mello, Mells—“ Matt gasped, Mello’s warm mouth enveloping him whole.
His silky smooth hands wrapped around the base of Matt’s dick, and his lips were all slicked and plump as his tongue swirled and curled so skillfully.
Matt began panting, and writhing, desperately trying not to buck his hips into Mello’s mouth. Mello couldn’t care less, forcing himself to take Matt to the back of his throat.
He glanced up, eyes teary and half-lidded, and Matt bit his lip as their stares locked. Slowly, Mello reached out, clumsily grabbing at Matt’s hand. He guided it to his head, giving Matt full control of him.
And Matt obliged, catching onto Mello’s advances. He pushed Mello’s head down, gently at first—then applied a little more pressure, fully submerging the blond onto him.
Mello made sure to make it as heavenly as possible for Matt, giving him the upper-hand in the situation. He felt Matt’s fingers flex tighter into his hair, fisting at the strands, gentle tugs slowly turning into harsh yanks.
Mello loved every second of it. Loved feeling so needed, and so wanted, all for a pathetic, helpless gamer-boy with an abusive girlfriend.
Mello watched Matt’s eyes roll back, saw his head tilt, his lips part as he let out these cute little moans, usually gentle hands forcing Mello’s head down further.
Matt’s clearly getting lost in it, and Mello only wanted to keep him like that. All needy and squirmy, losing track of any coherent thought.
Mello’s making a mess of himself, and of Matt—and he can feel the redhead getting closer as he throbs in Mello’s mouth, both of his hands now dug into Mello’s hair; gripping tighter and tighter.
Mello let out a borderline pornographic moan, a very enticing and explicit sound that nearly made Matt cum alone.
”Fuck, fuck,” Matt chanted, couldn’t stop chanting, an illicit string of Mello’s name and curses, until finally—
“Ah… fuck, baby, come on… don’t do this to me—“
Matt’s tone made heat gather straight between Mello’s legs, and he had to fight tooth and nail not to give into that voice.
So breathless, and needy, and…
Mello smirked, kitten licking Matt’s tip. He pressed another kiss to the base of his cock, and Matt was immediately drawn into Mello’s lips; all swollen and red.
Matt deserves a release, because his girlfriend’s clearly not giving him any. Though Mello didn’t want him to break out of his horny, sexxed-up haze and get all emotional about her again.
He wanted to drag Matt’s climax out as long as he possibly could, ensuring the fun wouldn’t end for atleast another half hour.
Atleast.
He crawled up Matt’s body, slowly, all steady and feline-like.
The stuff of fantasies, that’s for sure.
Mello placed a hand on Matt’s cheek, running his thumb over his jawline.
“She’s not good enough for you, is she baby?” Mello cooed, lips mocking a frown.
Matt stuttered, stumbling over his words. He couldn’t get them out in the end, so he just shook his head. He’s all red, and flustered, getting a little shy as Mello speaks to him in that patronising, sugary voice.
”Can’t give you what you need, huh?” And Mello’s getting slutty. Arching his back, grinding against Matt, grabbing the redhead’s hands and guiding them exactly where he wants them.
And Matt’s eating it up, as Mello knew he would. He’s got a particular sweet-tooth for this type of action, and he’ll only ever get it from Mello.
“Uh—uh…” Matt stammered, face burning up.
Mello didn’t wait for a coherent response, already knowing the answer. He took Matt’s face in his hands and kissed him, acrylics lightly brushing over the ends of his hair.
He pulled away before Matt could really react. The redhead already looks pretty dazed, and Mello would’ve taken the time to marvel in his hazy expression if he wasn’t so preoccupied unlacing his pants.
He watched Matt’s eyes drop to the junction between his hips, tongue darting out to lick along his lips before he bit at them.
Mello nearly moaned at that reaction. Matt’s so painfully obvious when he wants something, and it’s like kryptonite to the blond.
”Mhm? Yeah? You want it bad, don’t you?” Mello teased, and Matt nodded.
Mello’s pants were down his thighs, and Matt was almost salivating.
Mello had pretty laced panties with a cute little bow, because of-fucking-course he has to show himself off to Matt.
”Fuck, Mel.” Matt breathed, hand instinctively reaching out to touch.
”Not yet.” Mello slapped Matt’s wrist away, rolling his eyes.
”God, what is it with women and being so fucking difficult?” Matt groaned, slouching against the headboard.
”I’m not a girl.”
”You act like one.”
”Do you want me to tell your crazy fucking girlfriend that your cheating on her with your best friend? Is that what you want?”
”No—no, I’m sorry.” Matt said lazily, not really meaning it.
Mello lightly tapped him across the cheek, and Matt sighed. He’s had enough of being bitched at. Like, seriously.
It’s hotter coming from Mello’s mouth, though. He has to admit.
Eventually, Mello’s little striptease had ended, and Matt had him in his lap wearing nothing else but those stupid, skimpy underwear.
And he’s rolling his hips so pleasantly over Matt’s bulge, and Matt has half a mind to tear those fucking panties off and pound Mello into the mattress, but he’s far too weak to really act on these desires.
Yeah, Matt’s in too deep. Any sense of morality’s been thrown straight out of the window, and he can’t stop thinking with his dick.
”You’re not thinking about her, are you?”
”Jesus, no. Don’t tell me you’re gonna start getting all jealous too. I get enough at home.”
Matt already knows of Mello’s jealousy. Even if he didn’t have any prior knowledge of it before, its been made pretty clear tonight.
Not to sound like a narcissist or anything, but he is pretty good looking. If you’re into the bare-minimum, that is.
“Never said I was jealous. Would just be nice to have all of your attention, you know?” Mello pouted, hands running over Matt’s chest.
He rocked his hips at a particularly sensitive angle, and Matt’s head tilted back a little, a small groan spilling from his lips.
”There he is,” Mello smirked, doing it again.
This time Matt sighed, his lips parted. One of his hands came to Mello’s waist, thumb brushing over his skin.
Mello giggled, all airy and light as he leaned into Matt. He jammed their lips together, raising himself from Matt’s lap as a cue for the redhead to take his underwear off.
Matt did it a little too eagerly, so urgent he almost tore a seam in the lace.
“Careful, angel.” Mello warned.
”Nothing about this is ‘careful’.” Matt rolled his eyes.
His attitude didn’t last long.
”Ah, fuck, fuck,” Matt panted, breathing getting heavier, more laboured as Mello lowered himself onto him. The stretch felt delicious for the blond, and even more mouthwatering for his companion.
Mello’s tight, and he’s wet, and Matt fucking craves it.
The thought of his girlfriend is still swimming in the back of his head, though now they’re getting a little more hazy, because Mello is just rocking his hips so perfectly, and he’s licking and nibbling at Matt’s ear—and Matt didn’t even know that was something he’d be into. Until like, right now.
Mello moaned, and Matt couldn’t help but tug Mello’s waist, guiding his movements.
Mello arched his back, hands travelling Matt’s chest, and he’s letting out a string of soft breaths, and whines, and—
“Mello, fuck Pretty,”
Oh. Oh, god. That tone is fucking devastating.
Mello just felt his whole world collapse and rebuild in the span of a second.
Yeah, that fucking ruined him. Matt thinks he’s pretty. Obviously, Mello already knew Matt thought that, but to hear him say it out loud…
Does Matt call his girlfriend pretty? Does Matt praise her like that?
Mello really hopes not. Mello hopes those words are reserved for him, and him alone.
Matt raked his fingers through Mello’s hair, brushing his bangs back before placing a heavy hand on his head and pulling him in.
Their lips met, Mello tilting his head for better access; and the way Matt’s tongue slid against his own felt almost euphoric, and Mello couldn’t contain himself as he dived in for seconds.
He was practically smothering the redhead, though Matt had little to no complaints. He’s encouraging it if anything, yanking the blond down on his dick.
Mello could feel him so deep; rearranging his entire system, rewiring his brain—
“Matt, oh my god, Matt,” Mello gasped, grinding down further onto the latter’s length, moving his hips in circular motions; up, down, side-to-side.
Matt’s eyes trailed to where their bodies were connected, watching Mello shift so seamlessly against him. He was amazed, to say the least, and the sight was so arousing he couldn’t surpress himself as he thrust up into Mello.
His expression was all blissed out, his eyes half-lidded, taking in the beauty in his lap. He saw Mello’s face whenever he was fucking his girlfriend, too—he saw his face fucking everywhere.
But fuck, did the real thing look so much better. Mello’s expression reflecting Matt’s own, the perfect representation of pleasure, and want, and hot, sultry seduction—
Matt tossed his head back, canines digging into his lip. His grip tightened on Mello’s slim waist, and he was practically orchestrating every move by now; using Mello as a means to get off.
Mello didn’t care. He loves being used, only by Matt. Matt’s satisfaction is his own, and it feels so fucking good anyway—so who cares?
Mello certainly doesn’t.
Not while he’s moaning Matt’s name; and not while Matt’s panting his, huffing out dirty pleas and groans against Mello’s ear. Mello’s.
“Ah, fuck, Matt, it’s so…” Mello couldn’t finish his sentence.
He moaned, loudly, rocking against Matt harder, faster—
And Matt whined in response, undignified, feeling Mello swivel his hips just like that. And suddenly Matt’s filling him up, cumming inside of him, and that pushed Mello to his own climax.
He felt a hot rush of liquid surge inside of him, flooding out just as pleasurably. His thighs were coated; and he couldn’t even bring himself to care, because he felt so dirty, all for Matt.
And Matt seemed to enjoy it just as much, a filthy moan escaping his lips as he stared at the space between Mello’s legs.
”Shit, baby…” Matt said, trembling. His voice came out wavered, all weak and shaky, and Mello lapped it up.
”Gonna break up with your girl yet?”
”Dude… give me a break.”
Matt needed a second to recover from that. He couldn’t even think clearly, especially not about his girlfriend.
What was her name again?
Fuck.