Slow Dance With a Stranger

AN: See I didn't forget about this! I had just been having a problem getting in the mood to write it and then BOOM DiabolicaJeevas and LawlietKeehl go on vacation and what they got as souvenirs inspired this chapter. I'll leave it up to your minds as to what they got XD

Suggested Listening: King of the World by Porcelain and the tramps

4 Months, some odd hours earlier: King of the World

Mello narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms across his bare chest as he let out a wholly unimpressive 'woof'. Matt couldn't help the small laugh at the poor attempt. He supposed it couldn't be helped as Mello was strong willed to begin with as well as still having a raging hard on and no form of immediate relief in sight. Matt would have been a little annoyed too.

"You'll have to do better than that if you want me to suck you off. I'll give you one last chance and if you fail I'll make you wait until I've been satisfied."

Mello glared at him, though Matt suspected it was his form of an open mouthed gape. Matt had attached a leather collar around the blonds neck, complete with a metal loop where he could connect a leash to it should he choose. The leash was currently draped across the bed for later use.

Matt had decided to start off with something light, though definitely of a kink variety. Mello looked like the type to need to be in control all the time, and Matt wanted to slowly take it away from him, and have him enjoy it. The slight pet-play being the first of many steps of the night.

Mello continued to glower at him, though he did crouch down and move to all fours. The blond crawled towards him on his hands and knees, lithe body moving gracefully, muscles rippling beneath his flesh, despite the degrading nature of acting like a dog.

"Good dog." Matt cooed and pat Mello on the head; the slight pull at the blonds lips suggested he was hardly amused. Well he would be even less amused in a few seconds, Matt thought. He pulled the medium sized object out from behind his back and grinned at Mello's utter look of disdain.

Matt tossed it across the room and told him to 'fetch'. From the look Mello gave him, he was thinking something along the lines of 'go fucking fetch it yourself' and yet he crawled on all fours to retrieve it. Though he acted more like a haughty cat than anything else; it was as amusing as it was arousing, because really, who couldn't look at that beautiful naked body and not feel the heat pool downwards?

The chew toy was dropped by his feet moments later and Matt cocked an eyebrow as Mello let out a small whine, nose running along his outer leg and looking up at him with what Matt supposed were 'innocent' eyes. Mello couldn't quite pull the look off as there was an edge of deviousness lingering in those steel colored orbs.

Matt was however, mildly surprised when Mello's nose nudged his cock, nuzzling the hard muscle and running his tongue across the underside like it were a coveted bone; though by that definition Matt was happy the blond hadn't decided to chew on him, especially after what he'd just made him do.

Mello gave him a few more soft licks, each one slow and infrequent in pattern. He was being teased, and he knew it, but didn't mind much as the blond would get his own later.

That soft tongue curled around the tip and even dared to dip into the slit, sending shivers down Matt's spine. If he didn't pause his own pleasure they would never get to the good stuff later. And Matt was beginning to think that he would have to bust out the heavy stuff to get Mello to loosen up; he was just too stubborn otherwise.

Before Mello could go any further Matt took a step back, watching as Mello's eyes narrowed. Matt smirked at him and kneeled before the blond who was still on all fours. "Sit boy." his smirk widened at the low growl that Mello released, but was more than pleased when the command was followed.

"Good boy, I think I might give you a treat." he pushed Mello so that he was leant against the wall, legs spread, and before Mello could make more than a small muffled protest he had wrapped his lips around the blonds aching member.

He sucked the tip softly, listening to the quiet moan from above him, and darting his tongue out as far as it would go to lick at the underside. The vein pulsed and Matt reveled at the feeling of it under his tongue.

He pulled away though, withholding a laugh at Mello's sigh of frustration, but to do what he wanted he needed to switch his position just a hair. And in doing so he descended once more.

Mello's finger's dug into his scalp, not harshly but certainly noticeable, as he took the saliva coated erection back into his mouth and let it slid in as far as he could take, his throat muscles stretching to accommodate. He let Mello's slightly labored breathing fade to the background as he concentrated on sucking him off.

Matt had a slightly difficult time bobbing his head with Mello practically doubled over him and hands tangled in his hair, legs spread impossibly far, and Matt would have grinned if his mouth hadn't been full. It didn't matter about technique so much as long as the recipient enjoyed it.

And with all the rapid breaths and nearly silent moans Mello was enjoying it.

With a few sucks he brought Mello to orgasm, choosing to swallow rather than spit on a floor he was too lazy to clean. He pulled back, a string of saliva snapping in the air, and surveyed his work.

That slightly flushed skin, and muscles moving underneath from the harsh breathes, eyes half lidded and mouth parted slightly. He wondered if Mello even realized how utterly tantalizing he looked at that moment.

He hadn't known him for that long, but damn if he hadn't fallen completely in lust with that body.

"Can you keep up Mello?" he asked teasingly, holding back a grin as Mello glared harshly at him, as though his pride had been wounded or perhaps ego...

"Yes!" the blond hissed, fists curling by his sides even as his breathing calmed.

"Good, because the next round starts now."

-End Part 5-