He grunts, hoping that she'll understand how much he wants to make her do what he says. “No.”
She bites his shoulder, hard, and he yells, making sure not to blink so that the tears don't think they have permission to come out.
He lunges to bite her back, but she sits up before he can reach her.
“Mello.” He vaguely registers that she seems focused on his name. “I could leave right now and you wouldn't get to finish.”
He smiles. “Go ahead.” It's a challenge that only his pride is backing up at this point.
“No,” she says quietly, thoughtfully.
She starts riding him, slowly, in a disjointed rhythm that is music to Mello's muddled senses. As she gets faster, his annoyance fades a little and is replaced with fingers and toes curling into the blanket and panted curses.
He can't stop his back from arching off of the mattress as her movements become more and more attuned to what his body needs. It doesn't take long at all for the tension in his stomach to become warm, then hot, and he knows what's about to happen.
She must know too, because she laces her fingers through his, and her shallow breaths are almost forming words. She speeds up slightly, and he lifts his back one last time, climaxing in a bright, blinding white behind his eyelids.
She tenses around him soon after, repeating his name in an uncharacteristically low voice. He watches in awe as her frantic movements cease, and she slides off of him onto the bed.
He rolls over and buries his face in the bed, embarrassed and hoping against all hope that when he wakes up in the morning this will all have felt much less awkward and confusing. He feels her arm snake across his back, fingering his shoulder blades carefully. She pulls herself against his body, kissing his cheek.
“You're so gorgeous.”
The hair on the back of his neck stands up.
“A gorgeous, wonderful, amazing man.”
He turns his head to look at her. “I -”
Before he can think of what to say, she pulls him against her body, and he welcomes it. She is warm, and comforting, and safe, and he needs that at the moment.
There's a part of him that wants to scream, to cry, to punish her for making him second, as always. But he knows that's just his ego, and for the moment it will have to wait, because he needs someone to hold on to.
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You Look Beautiful In Chocolate 3/3
Date: 2010-01-19 07:44 am (UTC)She bites his shoulder, hard, and he yells, making sure not to blink so that the tears don't think they have permission to come out.
He lunges to bite her back, but she sits up before he can reach her.
“Mello.” He vaguely registers that she seems focused on his name. “I could leave right now and you wouldn't get to finish.”
He smiles. “Go ahead.” It's a challenge that only his pride is backing up at this point.
“No,” she says quietly, thoughtfully.
She starts riding him, slowly, in a disjointed rhythm that is music to Mello's muddled senses. As she gets faster, his annoyance fades a little and is replaced with fingers and toes curling into the blanket and panted curses.
He can't stop his back from arching off of the mattress as her movements become more and more attuned to what his body needs. It doesn't take long at all for the tension in his stomach to become warm, then hot, and he knows what's about to happen.
She must know too, because she laces her fingers through his, and her shallow breaths are almost forming words. She speeds up slightly, and he lifts his back one last time, climaxing in a bright, blinding white behind his eyelids.
She tenses around him soon after, repeating his name in an uncharacteristically low voice. He watches in awe as her frantic movements cease, and she slides off of him onto the bed.
He rolls over and buries his face in the bed, embarrassed and hoping against all hope that when he wakes up in the morning this will all have felt much less awkward and confusing. He feels her arm snake across his back, fingering his shoulder blades carefully. She pulls herself against his body, kissing his cheek.
“You're so gorgeous.”
The hair on the back of his neck stands up.
“A gorgeous, wonderful, amazing man.”
He turns his head to look at her. “I -”
Before he can think of what to say, she pulls him against her body, and he welcomes it. She is warm, and comforting, and safe, and he needs that at the moment.
There's a part of him that wants to scream, to cry, to punish her for making him second, as always. But he knows that's just his ego, and for the moment it will have to wait, because he needs someone to hold on to.