GB: Log 04 Mello/Agito [1/2]
Christmas everywhere. Mello was sick of it. Most people in that place supposedly didn’t celebrate the Holiday back home, but because everyone was doing it, they decided to join in and find an excuse to just throw another party. This was no different from Grand Line, really.
He was standing inside the church.
Mello sighed, looking up at the crucifix on the altar, the whole church decorated for that special time of the year. While most people saw this as a special and loving season, for Mello was much more complicated than that and he came these feelings had nothing to do with his beliefs.
From November to January, those three months are filled with important dates on Mello’s life (aside his birthday); L’s Death, leaving the orphanage, the last plan, his and Matt’s Death. This time of the year wasn’t really all that pleasing for the blond.
With one last respectful glance at the altar, Mello left - a bag in his hand with Agito’s and Akito’s present - and walked towards his apartment.
Agito and Akito looked around the bedroom.
In Japan one didn't give that much attention to the occasion, only couples did. Which for Agito was a tricky question all over.
But not for Akito, who hided his present under the bed.
"I'll give this to him tomorrow morning." Akito smiled hopefully. He remembered that Mello had liked his previous gift, so he hoped that this one would match Mello's tastes again.
Agito took his gift from his jeans pocket, a small pack which figure easily came through that it was a book format. The other gift silently rested on his back pocket, since that one would only be shown later on.
At least if depended on him.
So, with all the shores done, they simply waited sit on Mello's bed.
He arrived some time later, walking to his room and hoping not to see anyone’s face right now. Of course the thought changed when he saw Agito sitting on his bed.
Yeah, he still wasn’t used to have the brat around all the time. Which meant Mello had no privacy.
“… they gave you the day off?” the blond was asking about work, of course.
"I asked for it." He looks up towards Mello, after this month of living with his lover, he didn't felt as weird or self-conscious around the blond anymore. That was, except when Mello did dirty things to him, but on day to day life he was a lot more calm than before.
"Are you fucking done for the day?" he hid his hand with his gift on his back, but as always, it was quite obvious the presence of the small package.
“yeah, even aliens celebrate Christmas. I’ve tonight and tomorrow off”. Mello walked to the table he had gotten to put his computer, and placed the bags on the chair. From there, he took a chocolate cake, placing it on the table “I brought cake.” Because even if he didn’t do anything all that special for Christmas, at least he remembered it was Christmas. “have you eaten dinner already?”
Agito observed the cake, sort of surprised at Mello. He looked away.
"No" he wouldn't say he was waiting for him, thought it was quite obvious he was… especially since they had done dinner.
"There is curry in the kitchen, if you feel like it."
Mello looked at Agito now.
“……. You cooked?”
Agito flushes from head to toes, he allows his hair to fall on his face, avoiding to actually look at Mello.
"You don't have to eat it if you don't fucking feel like it."
He was, indeed, surprised. “… it’s not poisoned, is it?” Agito never cooked. “Do you even know how to cook or is it pre-made?”
Agito gives a semi-frown, his head giving a quick movement to the side, as sulking "I had the sack with the sauce, so it can't be that bad."
“… Fine.” Mello rolled his eyes and left, walking towards the kitchen.
Agito followed the older man, walking in long steps in order to keep up, at the same time his face regaining the normal colour and planting an indifferent expression.
He waited the other to enter the kitchen first, to find the table with an simple white cover, the table already nicely placed, there was the two closed pans, one with the rice and another with the curry, sealed in order for the heat not to leave.
And on the sink, there was a candle, which gave in that it was probably Akito's idea the set, but Agito had tried to conceal the candle.
He waits for the other reaction.
…
Mello sighed internally. So much preparation, really? Japanese people weren’t even supposed to celebrate Christmas seeing they were Buddhists.
Even so, the blond sat on the table, and prepared his plate as if it was a normal day. He was not going to comment on any special preparations.
Agito sit on the table, opening the two pans, he doesn't say anything since he really didn't felt like touching the subject. The situation was awkward enough.
He extends his hand towards Mello's plate, in order to place the food on it.
“So, what? From now on you’ll be a house wife?” Mello had to comment on it. he couldn’t let it pass, of course not. The blond smirked wide, and he brought some food to his mouth.
And that was actually the kind of thing that in this situation would throw Agito to the edge.
So Mello received a portion of white rice in his face, which was the thing nearer to feel Agito's anger.
No words on that, just a glare and two flushed cheeks.
Mello’s eyes widen when he felt rice hitting his cheek. He turned to look at Agito surprised, and , of course, he frowned after. Under the table, Mello kicks Agito’s knee and he immediately moves after to throw him back so he’d fall from his chair “Fucker!”
Agito made a suffocated sound at the knee hit, his teeth grinding as he was thrown on the chair that fell. Still, his reflexes and his training made him do a backward roll and be on his feet the next minute.
"Fucking asshole!" his present falls on the floor, but he pays no attention to it, picking a full hand of the rice and throwing again.
“Stop that, bitch!” Mello got up. What the hell?! “How old are you, three?!” the older man grabs a napkin to clean his face - oh, just perfect he had rice inside his shirt too. “Fucking cunt” Mello hissed.
At that, Agito froze. Realizing that he had just completely lost his head over… the usual thing that he lost his head with, Mello's big mouth.
He looks at the floor, turning around and leaving Mello on the kitchen.
This had been the worst idea he had ever had. Seriously.
His head was such a turmoil that he didn't even noticed his present on the kitchen floor, just going to the bathroom sink to wash his hands, and trying to regain his cool by gaining some distance of Mello.
Mello let him go, as he tried to take the fucking rice off his shirt and from inside his shirt. Finally when he managed, he walked to the sink to wash his hands and faces and after drying them, he finally noticed the present. The man picked it up and put it over the table; he’d give it to Agito after, but right now he really wanted to eat something, so he sat to take few bites out of the food. I’d take a bath after.
Agito after cleaning himself (and calm himself down) silently returned to the kitchen.
Without a word he took the food into his plate as well, eating it in silence.
He notices the present, his present, on the table.
"It's for you." He grumbles between bites, quite fixated on the food as he ate it.
Actually, the curry wasn't exactly bad, despite not being quite as good as Akito's cooking, it wasn't unpleasant to the taste.
“I figured that much” he said as he finished eating. Mello didn’t eat much, he never did, so he finished quite fast. Once he was done, he moved to wash the plate and the fork. “I’m going to take a bath.” He was, after all, dirty with food because of some little fucker that flipped out.
Awkward.
Agito allowed Mello to go without a word, slowly finishing eating.
Afterwards he takes his gift and places it next to Akito's present, under the bed.
With that he guessed enough that he would have to give the other gift first.
So he took his shirt and air treks, waiting with his upper part exposed on Mello's bed.
He lays on it, his head softly shaping the pillows. And he waits…
Until he falls asleep.
In his sleep, his body rolls, accidentally dropping his other surprise on the bed, which were actually a pair of metalic handcuffs.
Sleeps soundly.
Mello finished his bath and dressing soon after, walking out of the bathroom and noticing the kid sleeping on his bed. Tsh, like always, the brat just falls asleep there “Oi, asshole!” as he walked closer, finally Mello noticed the handcuffs.
Blinking, the man grabbed them and looked back at Agito. Were these Agito’s? Really?
The blue eyes looked at the sleeping ne for a second, and then he moved placing the handcuffs around Agito’s wrists, both of them, and like that, bringing the two together. Sure he’d love to wake the brat up, but knowing him, the ship could be exploding and he still wouldn’t wake up.
… he could leave him like this whole night, the morning next would be fun.
Agito wrinkles his eyelid, a few minutes after he half opens his eye, meeting Mello in his front.
Oh damn, he was going to hear about having fell asleep on the bed again.
He was about to move when he noticed he was stuck.
"huh?" he lazily looked at the top of his head, where both his hands were handcuffed with the toy he had brought… Oh, it was just-
WHAT!?
Agito immediately opened his eye, feeling his backpocket empty.
Oh fuck, how- This wasn't what he planned!!
He tries to free himself, but just like the sexshop owner had warned him, they were quite sturdy.
“Ah, so you are awake” Mello smirks wide, poking at the handcuffs, ignoring Agito’s struggling. “Where did you get those? Did you buy them yourself?” he was going to torture him now “You buy these, you make dinner. Agito, you are such a wife.”
Agito gave yet another show by changing skin colour in a matter of seconds, his eye still wildly open.
He struggles again in vain, grinding his teeth in complete shame. "Fuck you! Fuck your freaking dipshit!!" he cursed in panic "Delusional freak, asshole, LET ME GO YOU SHIT!!"
Mello frowned, and he reached for Agito’s hair, pulling it hard. And after that, a fist came to hit Agito’s face - not breaking his nose, but it probably hurt a lot, since Mello made sure it would “Fuck you. I don’t care what kind of stick you have up your ass, but you are starting to get on my nerves, Agito.”
Agito looked at the other, his teeth still closed inside his jaws, that hurt on the side Mello had punched him.
"I'm… not your fucking wife…" he turns his face to the side.
Agito really flipped out about the wife thing. The blond wondered if it was because he was calling the other woman, or if it was due to the subjacent meaning to it. “Thank God you aren’t.” a smirk came to the blond’s lips and still pulling Agito’s hair and forcing him to turn to the blond.
Agito let Mello turn his face towards him, mainly because he didn't had a choice.
At the smirk, his frown soften.
"You were the one supposed to be fucking handcuffed, idiot." He grumbled.
“Me?” Mello snorted. What was the brat even babbling about “Right.” As if he could ever have the initiative for that sort of thing.
Mello climbed on top of Agito, releasing his blue hair “Falling asleep half naked like that is like asking for this sort of thing to happen.”
"It wasn't on fucking purpose!" None of that day had gone even one bit according to what he had first planned.
Then again, Mello seemed to be enjoying his gift, even if it was completely the other way around that he thought of doing this.
He sighs "Do as you want" as he always did.
“I’d uncuff you, but I don’t have the keys. So I guess I’ll just do this instead” Mello bent towards Agito’s lips, kissing them on a full mouth kiss, tongue hungrily searching for Agito’s.
Agito surrendered, his lips spreading in order to kiss the other better, his hands stopped struggling against the cuffs, just laying as his body moved slightly to brush against his lovers.
"You will see… someday…" he promised between kisses, raising as he managed to steal a kiss from Mello.
He was learning, he was getting bolder, more aware of what Mello liked as their sexual life became more frequent.
Mello didn’t say anything about it - mostly because he didn’t believe Agito could ever do it - and simply kept kissing the other. He moved towards his chin, then through his jaw and finally landed kisses and bites at the neck. “Spread your legs” even if he ordered Agito, his hand went low to do so.
The younger boy obeyed slowly, giving way as the other lowered his hand. He sighs at the caresses and the touching, his face slightly leaning towards one of the sides, yet, his half opened golden eye observing the other’s movements.
His lips kissed Mello's hair before the head went out of his reach, his hands moving and struggling against the shackles, his body wanting to follow Mello on his exploring.
Mello’s hand moved under Agito’s pants to feel his crotch and cock under the underwear. Meantime, the older man had moved to Agito’s naked chest, sucking hard on one of the nipples and biting it after, enough to bring some pain.
Finally, the older man’s hand managed to go under the underwear and touched the hardening member directly, stroking it.
Agito released an non-human grumble between his teeth, the shackles being tested again and enlightening the silence of the bedroom with high metallic noises of hitting against each other.
His head moved, looking down and observing the other involving his member with the hand, being concealed this action when Mello's hair got in the way of his vision.
At the bite the younger boy shivered, his member growing and stiffing on the white pale hands, his control slowly slipping away as the pleasure built inside him.
The wet muscle played around Agito’s chest, licking, licking and leaving small trails of saliva here and there as Mello played with the skin. After, he slowly went lower, now teasing the other’s belly with the same bites and nibbles, avoiding the bellybutton since he knew Agito felt ticklish there and didn’t enjoy it.
His hand meantime stroked the organ and before Mello started moving lower, he pulled it out from the underwear and tried to pull down the other’s pants.
Agito gave a heavy sigh, straightening his legs so that Mello would take his garments easily.
However, despite feeling quite good on that position, Agito raised himself using his elbows, making his back meet the back of the bed to which he was stuck on.
He felt quite self-aware naked on that position, as a reflex he joined his legs again, trying to cover himself someway.
He flushes, but somewhat makes the effort to maintain his gaze at Mello.
"… don't take just my clothes." He voices.
Mello rolled his eyes and took off his shirt. And that being enough for him, after he tired to force Agito to open his legs again “Don’t close them, idiot.” One of the blond’s hands left Agito’s knee to move lower and feel up the boy’s leg, moving to his ass.
Agito makes a sort of light irritated expression, he closes his eye and again opens his legs, allowing the other’s hand to go further.
"I fucking wanted to see you naked also, idiot" Mello rarely took all his clothes, and with Agito trapped like that he couldn't exactly do it himself.
Mello frowned back at the other “it’s not like you can see much with your eyes closed all the time.” When Agito spread his legs once more, Mello bent down between them, reaching for his cock. A hand grabbed it and stroked the hard member, while the lips enclosed around the tip and smooched it.
Agito opened his eye, maintaining his irritated expression, despite when he felt the other kissing his dick his body shivered lightly.
He opened his mouth to protest again, but from it the only thing that came out was air, as his breathing became heavy.
The man sucked on the head at first and soon his hand left the member to land at the leg which he squeezed. Pretty soon, Mello’s yellow head was bobbing up and down, taking the member into his mouth and sucking each time it went deeper.
"Mmm" he tried to contain his sounds, but after his suffocated moans grown higher, along with the shackles sounds of metal clashing against each other.
His body shivers lightly, his hips giving small bumps into Mello's throat, while his head dropped in submission.
He looked down, he was unable to touch Mello like that, so he just stared at his lover head going up and down on his hard dick.
When he felt Agito moving his hips, the man deep throated his lover, allowing the hard dick to go deep into his mouth. Careful so he wouldn’t choke, after the blond pulled out and licked down the member towards the testicles, which he licked and sucked on.
"Ahh-hh" Agito moans became frequent, his tone changing as his control slowly slipped away from his lips. His legs bend up, his back curling against the handcuffs, giving his lover more space to touch him. The sweat glued his hair, and after a while it glued the fabric that occasionally touched him.
"M-mello…" he groaned, his eye observing his lover with lust, craving to touch the white skin, the blond hair, yet unable to.
At the licks on his testicles small droplets of pre-cum fell on his erected member, Agito closed his eyes as a reflex, knowing the other would soon tease him.
As Mello’s blue eyes noticed Agito’s cock dripping, his mouth quickly moved to the tip again, drinking the pre-cum that had formed hungrily. The tongue lapped around the skin and soon a hand joined again this time to stroke the base and force more of Agito’s pleasure out to taste it. His eyes were closed right now, simply enjoying the other’s taste and feeling the member twitch in his mouth and hands.
The blue haired moaned out at the teases in his dick, his eye taking a peek, observing his lover-
He had never exactly noticed how much Mello seemed to enjoy sucking him, since he usually felt way to awkward to look at it too much. His cheeks flushed violently, as he felt his body tickling and wave in the joy.
"Mello- I am..gonna cum…" he voiced, breathing in Mello's hair.
And when the other said that, Mello just begun to suck harder, his head dropping further to take the hard organ into his mouth. Both his hands gripped on Agito’s legs, so he wouldn’t let them push up against Mello and like this control the movements better.
And at that Agito came hard inside Mello's throat, keeping his eye half open while his body shivered, trying to notice the changes in Mello's expression has he drank his cum.
"Mello.." he groaned in the after waves, his arms feeling sore from the restraining, since he had pulled them again when he had climaxed.
Mello drunk the other’s cum with hunger and finally when he drunk all of the white warm liquid, he pulled away and licked his lips clean. He did the same to Agito’s member, licking the head and giving a small suck after, and a hand quickly reached for it to stop the boy from going limp.
The older man moved his face closer to Agito’s, kissing him hard and forcing the other to taste his own cum in his mouth. “Tastes good, hm?” he smirked.
Agito had a pretty satisfied expression before the sentence, to which he makes a sulking thrown, closing his eyes and getting advantage of the proximity to steal another kiss.
His legs moved, brushing on Mello's sides with his toes, somehow provoking Mello in a very weak way.
Mello’s hand moved to Agito’s chin “You’re always frowning. Do I piss you off that much?” the smirk only grew wider and Mello moved low again so he could bring the member back to life with few sucks.
"Don't take that much credit" he looks annoyed at the other, but gasps at the sucks, loving the slow waves of pleasure that mixed with the aftertaste of the previous orgasm.
“Ah, so it’s just your face, then. Pity.” Mello stroked the cock few more times and once it was finally hard, he moved to grab the lube on the nightstand.
"Fuck you" Agito replied, his annoyance softening, as he felt the strokes.
When the other did a break, Agito's eye followed him, observing his lover as he went to fetch the lub.
"You don't ask me to suck you off today?" he makes an indifferent expression despite the usual flush in his cheeks intensify as he spelled that sentence.
Mello blinked, looking at Agito as he returned to his place between the kid’s legs “What, want to suck my dick?” Mello opened the bottle and let the liquid drip to his fingers, moving them after between Agito’s ass and pressing against the hole without penetrating yet.
Agito flushes, his eye trembling, for a moment thinking of turning his eye away.
But he doesn't, instead, he moves himself in order to lay on the bed once again. A good position for a 69 if Mello went along with it.
"Maybe I wouldn't fucking mind it… today." His skin becomes scarlet red, almost letting out white smoke from the difference of temperature, however the boy maintained his indifferent expression.
… Mello didn’t say anything for a moment there, and his finger stopped. “My, that’s new. Is this sort of like a Christmas present?” he had to laugh after, stopping what he was doing and moving over his lover “Thank you for the present. In return I’ll also give you something” Mello approached of Agito’s ear, sucking on it, nibbling the earlobe before he whispered “I’ll make you cum a lot tonight.”
Sure, Agito usually came twice during sex. Tonight, Mello would double that; four times. And with that idea on his mind, the older man moved so he could be on top of Agito in a 69 position, face turned to the boy’s crotch and his ass turned to the other’s face, after he unzipped his leather pants and pulled his underwear down.
He was standing inside the church.
Mello sighed, looking up at the crucifix on the altar, the whole church decorated for that special time of the year. While most people saw this as a special and loving season, for Mello was much more complicated than that and he came these feelings had nothing to do with his beliefs.
From November to January, those three months are filled with important dates on Mello’s life (aside his birthday); L’s Death, leaving the orphanage, the last plan, his and Matt’s Death. This time of the year wasn’t really all that pleasing for the blond.
With one last respectful glance at the altar, Mello left - a bag in his hand with Agito’s and Akito’s present - and walked towards his apartment.
Agito and Akito looked around the bedroom.
In Japan one didn't give that much attention to the occasion, only couples did. Which for Agito was a tricky question all over.
But not for Akito, who hided his present under the bed.
"I'll give this to him tomorrow morning." Akito smiled hopefully. He remembered that Mello had liked his previous gift, so he hoped that this one would match Mello's tastes again.
Agito took his gift from his jeans pocket, a small pack which figure easily came through that it was a book format. The other gift silently rested on his back pocket, since that one would only be shown later on.
At least if depended on him.
So, with all the shores done, they simply waited sit on Mello's bed.
He arrived some time later, walking to his room and hoping not to see anyone’s face right now. Of course the thought changed when he saw Agito sitting on his bed.
Yeah, he still wasn’t used to have the brat around all the time. Which meant Mello had no privacy.
“… they gave you the day off?” the blond was asking about work, of course.
"I asked for it." He looks up towards Mello, after this month of living with his lover, he didn't felt as weird or self-conscious around the blond anymore. That was, except when Mello did dirty things to him, but on day to day life he was a lot more calm than before.
"Are you fucking done for the day?" he hid his hand with his gift on his back, but as always, it was quite obvious the presence of the small package.
“yeah, even aliens celebrate Christmas. I’ve tonight and tomorrow off”. Mello walked to the table he had gotten to put his computer, and placed the bags on the chair. From there, he took a chocolate cake, placing it on the table “I brought cake.” Because even if he didn’t do anything all that special for Christmas, at least he remembered it was Christmas. “have you eaten dinner already?”
Agito observed the cake, sort of surprised at Mello. He looked away.
"No" he wouldn't say he was waiting for him, thought it was quite obvious he was… especially since they had done dinner.
"There is curry in the kitchen, if you feel like it."
Mello looked at Agito now.
“……. You cooked?”
Agito flushes from head to toes, he allows his hair to fall on his face, avoiding to actually look at Mello.
"You don't have to eat it if you don't fucking feel like it."
He was, indeed, surprised. “… it’s not poisoned, is it?” Agito never cooked. “Do you even know how to cook or is it pre-made?”
Agito gives a semi-frown, his head giving a quick movement to the side, as sulking "I had the sack with the sauce, so it can't be that bad."
“… Fine.” Mello rolled his eyes and left, walking towards the kitchen.
Agito followed the older man, walking in long steps in order to keep up, at the same time his face regaining the normal colour and planting an indifferent expression.
He waited the other to enter the kitchen first, to find the table with an simple white cover, the table already nicely placed, there was the two closed pans, one with the rice and another with the curry, sealed in order for the heat not to leave.
And on the sink, there was a candle, which gave in that it was probably Akito's idea the set, but Agito had tried to conceal the candle.
He waits for the other reaction.
…
Mello sighed internally. So much preparation, really? Japanese people weren’t even supposed to celebrate Christmas seeing they were Buddhists.
Even so, the blond sat on the table, and prepared his plate as if it was a normal day. He was not going to comment on any special preparations.
Agito sit on the table, opening the two pans, he doesn't say anything since he really didn't felt like touching the subject. The situation was awkward enough.
He extends his hand towards Mello's plate, in order to place the food on it.
“So, what? From now on you’ll be a house wife?” Mello had to comment on it. he couldn’t let it pass, of course not. The blond smirked wide, and he brought some food to his mouth.
And that was actually the kind of thing that in this situation would throw Agito to the edge.
So Mello received a portion of white rice in his face, which was the thing nearer to feel Agito's anger.
No words on that, just a glare and two flushed cheeks.
Mello’s eyes widen when he felt rice hitting his cheek. He turned to look at Agito surprised, and , of course, he frowned after. Under the table, Mello kicks Agito’s knee and he immediately moves after to throw him back so he’d fall from his chair “Fucker!”
Agito made a suffocated sound at the knee hit, his teeth grinding as he was thrown on the chair that fell. Still, his reflexes and his training made him do a backward roll and be on his feet the next minute.
"Fucking asshole!" his present falls on the floor, but he pays no attention to it, picking a full hand of the rice and throwing again.
“Stop that, bitch!” Mello got up. What the hell?! “How old are you, three?!” the older man grabs a napkin to clean his face - oh, just perfect he had rice inside his shirt too. “Fucking cunt” Mello hissed.
At that, Agito froze. Realizing that he had just completely lost his head over… the usual thing that he lost his head with, Mello's big mouth.
He looks at the floor, turning around and leaving Mello on the kitchen.
This had been the worst idea he had ever had. Seriously.
His head was such a turmoil that he didn't even noticed his present on the kitchen floor, just going to the bathroom sink to wash his hands, and trying to regain his cool by gaining some distance of Mello.
Mello let him go, as he tried to take the fucking rice off his shirt and from inside his shirt. Finally when he managed, he walked to the sink to wash his hands and faces and after drying them, he finally noticed the present. The man picked it up and put it over the table; he’d give it to Agito after, but right now he really wanted to eat something, so he sat to take few bites out of the food. I’d take a bath after.
Agito after cleaning himself (and calm himself down) silently returned to the kitchen.
Without a word he took the food into his plate as well, eating it in silence.
He notices the present, his present, on the table.
"It's for you." He grumbles between bites, quite fixated on the food as he ate it.
Actually, the curry wasn't exactly bad, despite not being quite as good as Akito's cooking, it wasn't unpleasant to the taste.
“I figured that much” he said as he finished eating. Mello didn’t eat much, he never did, so he finished quite fast. Once he was done, he moved to wash the plate and the fork. “I’m going to take a bath.” He was, after all, dirty with food because of some little fucker that flipped out.
Awkward.
Agito allowed Mello to go without a word, slowly finishing eating.
Afterwards he takes his gift and places it next to Akito's present, under the bed.
With that he guessed enough that he would have to give the other gift first.
So he took his shirt and air treks, waiting with his upper part exposed on Mello's bed.
He lays on it, his head softly shaping the pillows. And he waits…
Until he falls asleep.
In his sleep, his body rolls, accidentally dropping his other surprise on the bed, which were actually a pair of metalic handcuffs.
Sleeps soundly.
Mello finished his bath and dressing soon after, walking out of the bathroom and noticing the kid sleeping on his bed. Tsh, like always, the brat just falls asleep there “Oi, asshole!” as he walked closer, finally Mello noticed the handcuffs.
Blinking, the man grabbed them and looked back at Agito. Were these Agito’s? Really?
The blue eyes looked at the sleeping ne for a second, and then he moved placing the handcuffs around Agito’s wrists, both of them, and like that, bringing the two together. Sure he’d love to wake the brat up, but knowing him, the ship could be exploding and he still wouldn’t wake up.
… he could leave him like this whole night, the morning next would be fun.
Agito wrinkles his eyelid, a few minutes after he half opens his eye, meeting Mello in his front.
Oh damn, he was going to hear about having fell asleep on the bed again.
He was about to move when he noticed he was stuck.
"huh?" he lazily looked at the top of his head, where both his hands were handcuffed with the toy he had brought… Oh, it was just-
WHAT!?
Agito immediately opened his eye, feeling his backpocket empty.
Oh fuck, how- This wasn't what he planned!!
He tries to free himself, but just like the sexshop owner had warned him, they were quite sturdy.
“Ah, so you are awake” Mello smirks wide, poking at the handcuffs, ignoring Agito’s struggling. “Where did you get those? Did you buy them yourself?” he was going to torture him now “You buy these, you make dinner. Agito, you are such a wife.”
Agito gave yet another show by changing skin colour in a matter of seconds, his eye still wildly open.
He struggles again in vain, grinding his teeth in complete shame. "Fuck you! Fuck your freaking dipshit!!" he cursed in panic "Delusional freak, asshole, LET ME GO YOU SHIT!!"
Mello frowned, and he reached for Agito’s hair, pulling it hard. And after that, a fist came to hit Agito’s face - not breaking his nose, but it probably hurt a lot, since Mello made sure it would “Fuck you. I don’t care what kind of stick you have up your ass, but you are starting to get on my nerves, Agito.”
Agito looked at the other, his teeth still closed inside his jaws, that hurt on the side Mello had punched him.
"I'm… not your fucking wife…" he turns his face to the side.
Agito really flipped out about the wife thing. The blond wondered if it was because he was calling the other woman, or if it was due to the subjacent meaning to it. “Thank God you aren’t.” a smirk came to the blond’s lips and still pulling Agito’s hair and forcing him to turn to the blond.
Agito let Mello turn his face towards him, mainly because he didn't had a choice.
At the smirk, his frown soften.
"You were the one supposed to be fucking handcuffed, idiot." He grumbled.
“Me?” Mello snorted. What was the brat even babbling about “Right.” As if he could ever have the initiative for that sort of thing.
Mello climbed on top of Agito, releasing his blue hair “Falling asleep half naked like that is like asking for this sort of thing to happen.”
"It wasn't on fucking purpose!" None of that day had gone even one bit according to what he had first planned.
Then again, Mello seemed to be enjoying his gift, even if it was completely the other way around that he thought of doing this.
He sighs "Do as you want" as he always did.
“I’d uncuff you, but I don’t have the keys. So I guess I’ll just do this instead” Mello bent towards Agito’s lips, kissing them on a full mouth kiss, tongue hungrily searching for Agito’s.
Agito surrendered, his lips spreading in order to kiss the other better, his hands stopped struggling against the cuffs, just laying as his body moved slightly to brush against his lovers.
"You will see… someday…" he promised between kisses, raising as he managed to steal a kiss from Mello.
He was learning, he was getting bolder, more aware of what Mello liked as their sexual life became more frequent.
Mello didn’t say anything about it - mostly because he didn’t believe Agito could ever do it - and simply kept kissing the other. He moved towards his chin, then through his jaw and finally landed kisses and bites at the neck. “Spread your legs” even if he ordered Agito, his hand went low to do so.
The younger boy obeyed slowly, giving way as the other lowered his hand. He sighs at the caresses and the touching, his face slightly leaning towards one of the sides, yet, his half opened golden eye observing the other’s movements.
His lips kissed Mello's hair before the head went out of his reach, his hands moving and struggling against the shackles, his body wanting to follow Mello on his exploring.
Mello’s hand moved under Agito’s pants to feel his crotch and cock under the underwear. Meantime, the older man had moved to Agito’s naked chest, sucking hard on one of the nipples and biting it after, enough to bring some pain.
Finally, the older man’s hand managed to go under the underwear and touched the hardening member directly, stroking it.
Agito released an non-human grumble between his teeth, the shackles being tested again and enlightening the silence of the bedroom with high metallic noises of hitting against each other.
His head moved, looking down and observing the other involving his member with the hand, being concealed this action when Mello's hair got in the way of his vision.
At the bite the younger boy shivered, his member growing and stiffing on the white pale hands, his control slowly slipping away as the pleasure built inside him.
The wet muscle played around Agito’s chest, licking, licking and leaving small trails of saliva here and there as Mello played with the skin. After, he slowly went lower, now teasing the other’s belly with the same bites and nibbles, avoiding the bellybutton since he knew Agito felt ticklish there and didn’t enjoy it.
His hand meantime stroked the organ and before Mello started moving lower, he pulled it out from the underwear and tried to pull down the other’s pants.
Agito gave a heavy sigh, straightening his legs so that Mello would take his garments easily.
However, despite feeling quite good on that position, Agito raised himself using his elbows, making his back meet the back of the bed to which he was stuck on.
He felt quite self-aware naked on that position, as a reflex he joined his legs again, trying to cover himself someway.
He flushes, but somewhat makes the effort to maintain his gaze at Mello.
"… don't take just my clothes." He voices.
Mello rolled his eyes and took off his shirt. And that being enough for him, after he tired to force Agito to open his legs again “Don’t close them, idiot.” One of the blond’s hands left Agito’s knee to move lower and feel up the boy’s leg, moving to his ass.
Agito makes a sort of light irritated expression, he closes his eye and again opens his legs, allowing the other’s hand to go further.
"I fucking wanted to see you naked also, idiot" Mello rarely took all his clothes, and with Agito trapped like that he couldn't exactly do it himself.
Mello frowned back at the other “it’s not like you can see much with your eyes closed all the time.” When Agito spread his legs once more, Mello bent down between them, reaching for his cock. A hand grabbed it and stroked the hard member, while the lips enclosed around the tip and smooched it.
Agito opened his eye, maintaining his irritated expression, despite when he felt the other kissing his dick his body shivered lightly.
He opened his mouth to protest again, but from it the only thing that came out was air, as his breathing became heavy.
The man sucked on the head at first and soon his hand left the member to land at the leg which he squeezed. Pretty soon, Mello’s yellow head was bobbing up and down, taking the member into his mouth and sucking each time it went deeper.
"Mmm" he tried to contain his sounds, but after his suffocated moans grown higher, along with the shackles sounds of metal clashing against each other.
His body shivers lightly, his hips giving small bumps into Mello's throat, while his head dropped in submission.
He looked down, he was unable to touch Mello like that, so he just stared at his lover head going up and down on his hard dick.
When he felt Agito moving his hips, the man deep throated his lover, allowing the hard dick to go deep into his mouth. Careful so he wouldn’t choke, after the blond pulled out and licked down the member towards the testicles, which he licked and sucked on.
"Ahh-hh" Agito moans became frequent, his tone changing as his control slowly slipped away from his lips. His legs bend up, his back curling against the handcuffs, giving his lover more space to touch him. The sweat glued his hair, and after a while it glued the fabric that occasionally touched him.
"M-mello…" he groaned, his eye observing his lover with lust, craving to touch the white skin, the blond hair, yet unable to.
At the licks on his testicles small droplets of pre-cum fell on his erected member, Agito closed his eyes as a reflex, knowing the other would soon tease him.
As Mello’s blue eyes noticed Agito’s cock dripping, his mouth quickly moved to the tip again, drinking the pre-cum that had formed hungrily. The tongue lapped around the skin and soon a hand joined again this time to stroke the base and force more of Agito’s pleasure out to taste it. His eyes were closed right now, simply enjoying the other’s taste and feeling the member twitch in his mouth and hands.
The blue haired moaned out at the teases in his dick, his eye taking a peek, observing his lover-
He had never exactly noticed how much Mello seemed to enjoy sucking him, since he usually felt way to awkward to look at it too much. His cheeks flushed violently, as he felt his body tickling and wave in the joy.
"Mello- I am..gonna cum…" he voiced, breathing in Mello's hair.
And when the other said that, Mello just begun to suck harder, his head dropping further to take the hard organ into his mouth. Both his hands gripped on Agito’s legs, so he wouldn’t let them push up against Mello and like this control the movements better.
And at that Agito came hard inside Mello's throat, keeping his eye half open while his body shivered, trying to notice the changes in Mello's expression has he drank his cum.
"Mello.." he groaned in the after waves, his arms feeling sore from the restraining, since he had pulled them again when he had climaxed.
Mello drunk the other’s cum with hunger and finally when he drunk all of the white warm liquid, he pulled away and licked his lips clean. He did the same to Agito’s member, licking the head and giving a small suck after, and a hand quickly reached for it to stop the boy from going limp.
The older man moved his face closer to Agito’s, kissing him hard and forcing the other to taste his own cum in his mouth. “Tastes good, hm?” he smirked.
Agito had a pretty satisfied expression before the sentence, to which he makes a sulking thrown, closing his eyes and getting advantage of the proximity to steal another kiss.
His legs moved, brushing on Mello's sides with his toes, somehow provoking Mello in a very weak way.
Mello’s hand moved to Agito’s chin “You’re always frowning. Do I piss you off that much?” the smirk only grew wider and Mello moved low again so he could bring the member back to life with few sucks.
"Don't take that much credit" he looks annoyed at the other, but gasps at the sucks, loving the slow waves of pleasure that mixed with the aftertaste of the previous orgasm.
“Ah, so it’s just your face, then. Pity.” Mello stroked the cock few more times and once it was finally hard, he moved to grab the lube on the nightstand.
"Fuck you" Agito replied, his annoyance softening, as he felt the strokes.
When the other did a break, Agito's eye followed him, observing his lover as he went to fetch the lub.
"You don't ask me to suck you off today?" he makes an indifferent expression despite the usual flush in his cheeks intensify as he spelled that sentence.
Mello blinked, looking at Agito as he returned to his place between the kid’s legs “What, want to suck my dick?” Mello opened the bottle and let the liquid drip to his fingers, moving them after between Agito’s ass and pressing against the hole without penetrating yet.
Agito flushes, his eye trembling, for a moment thinking of turning his eye away.
But he doesn't, instead, he moves himself in order to lay on the bed once again. A good position for a 69 if Mello went along with it.
"Maybe I wouldn't fucking mind it… today." His skin becomes scarlet red, almost letting out white smoke from the difference of temperature, however the boy maintained his indifferent expression.
… Mello didn’t say anything for a moment there, and his finger stopped. “My, that’s new. Is this sort of like a Christmas present?” he had to laugh after, stopping what he was doing and moving over his lover “Thank you for the present. In return I’ll also give you something” Mello approached of Agito’s ear, sucking on it, nibbling the earlobe before he whispered “I’ll make you cum a lot tonight.”
Sure, Agito usually came twice during sex. Tonight, Mello would double that; four times. And with that idea on his mind, the older man moved so he could be on top of Agito in a 69 position, face turned to the boy’s crotch and his ass turned to the other’s face, after he unzipped his leather pants and pulled his underwear down.