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Matt knew the moment he walked through the apartment door, he was in serious trouble.
Not only had he betrayed Mello to go secretly smoke after saying he 'quit for good', completely fucked up on an invention costing Mello another loss against Near, but also because it's 11pm and he's late.
Matt promised he'd be home by 9. He left at 5.
It's 2 in the morning.
Matt hated going outside. Hated social environments, hated speaking to new people, and hated everything about having a social life outside of his spitfire boyfriend. Now here he is, bracing himself for what he might find the moment he walks through the front door. Because Mello knows this about Matt. And Matt knows exactly how suspicious it looks coming home at 2 in the morning without giving a word of warning as to where he went. All he said to Mello was, 'Going out, promise I'll be back by 9', which really doesn't give a lot of detail and is a completely empty promise.
And Mello hates untrustworthy people.
"Mells? I'm home! Look- I'm sorry I'm late. I just lost track of time—but I promise I'll make it up to you! Okay?"
...No response. He's dead. Mail Jeevas is a dead, dead man.
Mello was sat on the couch, one leg over the other in tight leather pants, a sleeveless cropped shirt showing his navel, and a chocolate bar wedged between his middle and ring finger. He barely looked up.
"Mells?"
Mello slowly looked over at Matt, blank, but says nothing. The fact that he's even awake at this hour means nothing good. Nothing good at all for Matt.
The TV's on idly in the background before he lowered the volume. And very stupidly, Matt took that as permission to speak.
"Mello look- I wasn't doing anything bad. I-if that's what your thinking."
...
Matt rubbed the back of his neck, "I-I mean.. I wasn't cheating! I would never. You know that right? Yeah you do..."
...
Matt could have twenty people surrounding him, pointing big guns at every angle of his body, and that wouldn't even scare him as much as the the ice-cold glare from his boyfriend did.
But this wasn't ice. It wasn't even cold. It was just blank. No emotion. An impossible to read poker face.
"M-Mello? How about this- how mad are you on a scale to 1 to 10? And we can talk about it like adults. Y-yeah? Adults. Cuz that's what we are. A-and you know I love you? Yeah? You're my boyfriend, and I love you, and I'll make up. Y-yeah? Capich-"
"Come here." Mello interrupted, patting his thigh.
Matt didn’t hesitate. He quickly shut up, walking over as he slipped off his vest and discarded it onto the floor, revealing his red and black striped shirt. But just as Matt's about to sit down—
"On the floor."
"W-what?"
"I said, on the floor."
Matt would usually make some sarcastic comment, maybe roll his eyes and scoff. But this time, he obeyed, dropping onto his knees in front of Mello. Slowly, Mello elegantly uncrosses his legs and spread them a little. Matt couldn’t help but stare at the bulge prominent through the clingy leather. Respectfully, of course.
"W-wow babe.. has leather always looked so hot on you?" The redhead boasted sarcastically. He already knew the answer.
"Shut up." Mello's voice was cold, but not distant. His eyes burnt holes through Matt as he lowered his head and, in an act of desperation, began crawling towards Mello until his head was practically between Mello's thighs. And, as if he couldn’t control himself any longer, he reached for Mello's zipper, tugging it down and letting out a breathly sigh at the black lace underneath. With faux permission, he began to kiss Mello's thighs still covered by the tight leather. He kissed up the seams, until he got to the inner part of his legs. And as if he just gained back all consciousness, he pulled back with a look of embarrassment in his eyes.
"Go on. Finish what you started."
"I- um.. okay.." Matt stumbled out before slowly parting his lips, raising his mouth to the spot right between Mello's legs. Matt looked up at Mello, who gave him a lazy smirk of reassurance.
"Fuck.." Matt whispered before leaning in and kissing over Mello's boxers through the gap left by the zipper. The brush of his lips becomes a flat stroke of his peirced tongue, gliding up Mello's boxers.
The blonde had allowed it, at first, before timely raising one of his worn Demonia boots against Matt's forehead. His eyes traced the movement, covered by his goggles.
He froze, looking up at the heavy leather pressed against his head.
Mello watched, eyes half-lidded as Matt’s blushed deepened.
"Did i say you could have a taste?"
"No-"
"So, who gave you permission to do that? Hm?" Mello tilted his head cruelly.
"I-uh.. m-myself?" Matt winced at the pathetic tone in his voice.
"Still sorry?" Mello asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes- I'm—I'm really sorry baby."
"Hmm.. not good enough." Mello pressed harder, pushing him back further.
Matt lowered his head pathetically. And extremely self-aware of how pathetic he looked, but way to horny to actually care.
"I'll be better. I promise. I'll be so good for you. I didn't mean to make you feel like you weren't important-"
"Mm? Really?" Mello cocked his head, his tone dripping condescension.
He had always been good at that. Belittling people to get what he wants. A master manipulator. Although he never used it with Matt, unless Matt seriously, seriously fucked up. And apparently coming home late was universal.
"Yes-yes really. So mega really." Matt grinned hopefully at Mello. The blonde wasn’t fazed.
Torturingly slow, Mello removed his boot from Matt's forehead, dragging it down to his chest and all the way to Matt's growing bulge. For a second, the gamer let himself bask in the attention paid to his manhood, even if it was just a couple seconds of bliss before Mello pulled away completely.
Matt stared up at Mello from his designated spot on the floor, a heavy pink blush covering his cheeks and his goggles hiding his eyes.
Mello would usually ask questions. All Matt was expecting was, in the best-case scenario, for Mello to be asleep. But scary mafia men never get much sleep anyway. So the next option, which Matt had already prepared for, was 'Matt, you said you'd be home by 9, and its 2 in the morning, and I'm very mad at you, so you're sleeping on the couch.'
Or Mello would have cocked his gun at Matt for emphasis on his anger. But this? This weird, dominatrix kink-play scenario? This wasn't on Matt's bucket
However, Matt would be lying if he said this degrading look Mello was giving him while speaking in the most patronising tone possible wasn't turning him on completely. You learn something new about yourself every day, I guess.
"I don't think I can trust you. I mean, you have already lied tonight. Who's to say you won't do it again?" Mello pouted.
"C-come on babe- you know I wouldn't lie- I mean- on purpose anyways. You know how it is. If you're really feeling that insecure about it, then you can—"
"Insecure? You think I'm insecure?" Mello snarled, his eyes narrowing further as his expression twisted into one of faux-anger rather than degradation. Matt knew the moment it left his mouth, that was a wrong move. A completely wrong move. And as if he wasn't fucked before, he was now triple fucked.
"I-I didn't mean it like- your so much better then Near you know. So smart. Literally perfect. I mean- your hair is just so- perfectly blonde. Golden like the sun. And those leather pants make your ass look amazing." Matt tried to charm is way out, his usual arrogance evident in his tone. Matt's inability to take any situation serious unless he was really genuinely pissed off— which isn't often—usually gets him into a lot of different problems that have a lot of different consequences. And tonight was about to be his biggest one yet.
Matt kept stammering out different compliments as Mello moved. He leaned over until he was face to face with Matt. Slowly, he grabbed one lens on Matt's goggles and pulled them off with precision, throwing them onto the floor until Matt's big blue eyes were staring up at him, half desperate and half very horny.
Mello took one of his gloved hands and brought it up to Matt's cheek, stroking it with his thumb before dragging the digit over his chin and across the gamers plump, rosy lips. Matt pursed his lips, kissing the tip of Mello's thumb before slowly taking it into his mouth, his saliva coating the gloved finger. He knew better than to resist his boyfriends urges, not that he'd want too though. This felt like the only salvation Matt was going to get tonight, and even that was an understatement.
The usually sarcastic redhead looked up at Mello, keeping his gloved digit in his mouth before pulling back just enough to lick a stripe up it. Mello runs the coated thumb down Matt's chin and tilts his head up further.
Then, with elegant precision, Mello uncrosses his legs and opens them back up, his zipper still down from Matt's earlier advances. Matt stared as if it was the most mouthwatering thing he's ever seen. And well—it is.
"Goddamn Mells.." Matt smirked, reaching out-
"Look, don't touch." Mello grabbed Matt by the wrist aggressively and yanks it back. Matt yelped but quickly put his hands between his thighs to hold them together and maintain the little self-control he has left. He couldn't stop being so arrogant even if he tried.
Matt whimpered, "But Mello-"
Mello slapped Matt across the face, hastily shutting the redhead up. He stared at Mello; mouth ajar, and quietly dealt with the fact he may or may not have enjoyed that.
"Come closer," the blonde barked. And the gamer does. He inches forward until his chest is pressed against the fabric of the couch, his back is arched slightly and his hands are in-between Mello's legs but not touching. The blondes legs are spread just enough for Matt to fit in the gap.
The things he would do to just bury his face between his sexy mafia boyfriends thighs right now-
"See- now good boys would have gotten a taste. But what have you been?"
"Umm.. misunderstood?"
Mello death glares.
"Bad. I've been so bad to you. But I can be so good. So much better. Just please let me-" Matt pleaded, voice cracking in desperation.
"See. Bad. And only good boys get to touch."
"Yes but-" But Matt knew better than to argue. Especially if he also knows that being obedient would get him what he wanted. "Okay."
"Mhm." Mello fisted a hand into Matt's dyed hair, raking his fingers through it and giving a soft tug, pushing Matts head towards the inner space of his thighs.
"This isn't fair." Matt sighed needily.
"Mh? Neither is lying."
"I didn't fucking- ngh.." Mello pressed the tip of his boot up against Matt's crotch again, shutting him up once more. Matt threw his head back and subconsciously let his hands slide down, trailing them up his own thighs before letting his fingertips trace the outline of his erection, curving his hand and flattening his palm against the denim of his jeans making himself moan. His blue eyes closed and his head nodded, mouth opening in a silent scream as his thighs clenched together with his hand still wedged between them.
"Mello please- I need you- fuck, I need you so fucking bad.. come on babe.."
Now he was getting desperate. Losing that calm, laidback demeaner he usually has. Yearning for it.
"You already look like your gonna cum. And I haven't even touched you. What does that say, hm? You don't wanna be my dog, but you act like one. Begging at my feet and touching yourself like you can't control it."
"I can't- I really fucking can't.. please-" Matt bit his lip, tugging the skin with his canine hard enough to draw blood. His pupils were dilated and his eyebrows curved upwards, a perfect representation of pure, unfiltered desperation.
"Matt."
"I-I'm sorry I- I just... so fucking bad.." Matt babbles, looking down shamefully before averting his gaze back up to Mello. He looks like a lost dog. A very desperate lost dog.
And Mello loves it. Not only is it about the power, but having the only person who isn't scared one bit of Mello on his knees practically begging for some kind of release. Some kind of touch. That was what Mello needed.
And God, was it euphoric. Those big blue desperate eyes, the self-concious yet also completely disregarding blush across his cheeks, it was all so much for Mello. So much and nothing at all.
"I'll do anything." Matt bargains.
"I'm sure you will."
"I'm really into this."
"I can tell."
"Oh- fuck, Mello.."
So lost in the sensation of his own desperation, Matt hadn't realised he was practically dribbling. He released his bottom lip from his fangs grip as saliva slipped from the parting of his lips and ran down his chin. Mello raised a gloved hand and swiped it away with his thumb. Before taking Matt's jaw in his grip, pressing the gloved digit to the plump lips of the gamer, slipping his fingertip into Matt's mouth. Matt takes it, kissing the tip of Mello's vailed nail before sitting back, pretty and flushed with his lips parted.
"You really are my dog, aren't you?"
"Y-yeah- I'm whatever you want me to be." He moans out around Mello's finger.
"Some dogs really do need a leash, don't you agree?"
"Mhm, I-I'd let you do anything you want to me." Matt fell breathless.
"You've already said this," Mello dropped his hand and let go of Matt's jawline. His head fell forward before he caught it, not realising how he'd let his body relax.
It was all too much for him. Less is more, he thought.
But it was also the sight. Mello, legs open, zipper down, keeping that degrading gaze while his touch was filled with faux innocence. Building Matt up just to knock him back down again. Matt hadn't even been touched yet he could feel himself dripping pre-cum into the pleasurable restraint of his boxers. Matt grinded his hips forward, brushing against himself slightly. He whimpered at the contact and did it again, having his hands between his thighs and his back arched. He was sat like a dog too. Right at Mello's feet.
"Look at you. I don't even need to touch you and you're already writhing at my feet. What's next? You gonna hump my leg too?"
"If you'll let me-"
"Thought so." Mello took a harsh bite of his chocolate before setting it down on the table next to the couch. The sensitive lamp on the desk flickered with the slight pressure almost as if it was mocking Matt.
Every sensation was too much. The ache between the redhead's legs had become unbearable, and Matt knew as long as Mello was in charge this was gonna go nowhere. All he had was his own imagination and the feel of Mello's harsh gaze hitting him perfectly.
Just as Matt was distracted thinking of any other scenario where this could have gone perfectly, where Matt could bend Mello straight over this stupid ratty couch and fuck him senseless, he feels a sharp jolt of pleasure come through him. He had been so involved in his detailed daydreams he'd barely noticed the way he was just barely grazing up the denim of his own jeans, rutting his hips just slightly against the carpet and his hands inside, fingertips grazing over his boxers.
His face formed into an expression of pleasure. His lips parted, letting out a loud moan as he tilted his head back and squeezed his thighs around his own arm. His lips fell shut enclosing a muffled moan as he bit down onto his lip again. Matt felt the substance spill into his boxers, the feeling being obscene and yet completely thrilling.
He unravelled fully for Mello, riding his own wrist as his back arched up further. He rolled his head back and moaned louder, feeling slutty with the pair of eyes currently on him. Not that Matt had ever been much of a performer, since that was usually Mello's job. But tonight, it felt like every shameless thought he'd ever had and kinks he didn't even know he enjoyed spilled out of him, leaving him restless and cum-soaked due to his own hand that had been driven by unfiltered desperation.
"Pathetic." Mello sat back and crossed his legs again, grabbing his chocolate and snapped off another bite. Matt whimpered at the degradation as Mello grabbed Matt's jaw and manipulating the position of his head just enough to slip his tongue inside the gamers mouth, melting the chocolate between them then pulling back. A string of saliva connected their lips before stretching and breaking.
"..Well I guess you learn something new about yourself everyday." The redhead panted, the aftershocks of his release leaving him breathless and embarrassed.
His cheeks flushed a deep red as he suddenly felt exposed on his knees against the matted carpet. His arm was still between his thighs, and he stared down at himself, letting the lack of self-respect settle in deep.
"Did you learn your lesson?"
"Yes-yes master."
Matt couldn't even tell whether he meant that sarcastically anymore.