Izar & Oracle [MelloMatt] [nc17]

(University can take away any pornish inspiration u.u *hugs*)

The smirk on the red heads lips was more then devious as Mello arched towards him. But Matt wasn't done with teasing yet, setting one of his hands onto the other's hip and pushing. He was the one in control he and he would make damn sure that that was clear to everyone present.

But as much as he loved teasing his lover, letting him hang on edge just beyond release, Matt felt his own need grow stronger by the second and it hurt, the burning heat straining against his jeans. In a moment of overwhelming passion he striped Mello off his tight shorts, before getting comfortable between his legs, rubbing up against him, returning the feaverish kiss in kind. For a split second the thought about the jar of lube, seated nicely on top of his bedside table crossed his mind, but the red head was quite sure that if he got up now, the mood would be runined.

And being honest with himself ... he wouldn't be able to properly walk over to the bedroom now anways. Too far gone he started to fumble with his zipper and button, still placing sloppy, wet kisses all over his friend's chest and throat. But it seem the zipper was sworn on denying him pleasure. "Damn it ... Mell ... can ... you ... can you help me? ... would be much appreciated ..." Any other given situation, Matt would have been embarressed to to ask for help on such a simple matter ... but right now he couldn't care less. He wanted the pants gone and knew Mello did too, so the blonde could as well do his part to get rid of the offending garnment.

( it's solved now! My pornish imagination is back XD)

The blonde smiled amused, "You seem to be a bit nervous, right?" Moving his hands between their bodies, he took advantage of the moment to caress the heatened skin of Matt's torso, scratching very lighly over those muscles marked below, and finally reaching the crotch. "I think you needed some help down here", he said, squeezing hard through the denim fabric. Matt's sex felt hard and big under the jeans, and Mello was enjoying the look on his lover's face, switching roles for a moment, but he was just to aroused for teasing, so he finally dcided to solve the problem, and, carefully, opened Matt's jeans zipper.

"This is better," now, Mello's voice sounded as a whisper, and he put a hand inside Matt's pants and boxers.

(Yeah! That's good!!! *__*~ Mine's at full speed too xD And I'm getting buzzed right now xD Good times *snort*)

A sharp intake of air was all the answer the blonde got for squeezing and then a relieved sigh as the zipper was finally lowered, the pressure on his poor straining cock finally eased a little. But only a little as just a second later, niffty fingers wound their way to greet the quivering mass of flesh. Again Matt drew in his breath through his teeth, his whole body shaking from the sensation.

With practised ease he wound his way out of jeans and undergarnment (boxers with tiny packman monsters on them, his favorite), descarding them sowhere near the TV set, almost hitting his beloved system in the process, before lowering himself once more onto his friend. The friction created between their bodies was delicious and the red head couldn't help a moan leave his lips. His feaverish gaze caught Mello's again and he smirked at his lover. How he loved to feel the blonde this close, their body heat mingling, sweaty skin on sweaty skin, rubbing, teasing, touching.

Maybe he was naive, but for him intimacy such as this was still more then just sex ... sex was quick, half-dressed fuck in a back ally (or bathroom, for that matter), no words, except those spoken in the heat of the passion. That was simply sex ... what they were doing right now ... well Matt hadn't found a term for it yet, as it was not quite what people considered 'Love-Making' but it wasn't raw sex either ...