to: VILANI; from: LILS
For: Vilani
From: Lils
Prompt: Death Note: Mello/Matt, videogames or fighting or kittens (any of the three really)
Note: So sorry this took ages, I hope you love it.
"What are you playing?" Mello asked, sliding over the arm of the couch to sit next to Matt, trying to peer over his shoulder as he bit into a bar of chocolate.
He quickly closed the Nintendo DS wit an audible snap. "Nothing."
"It's not nothing. People don't react like that when it's nothing. You looked so into it, what was it? A dating sim?"
"No. Those are for fat, acne-ridden mouth-breathing virgins who still live wit their parents."
"I'd say two out of five is enough for you to qualify."
"Try zero out of five."
"Want to bet?"
"I'm going to win."
"We'll see about that..." Mello smirked.
"The stakes being?"
"When I win, you have to show me what you were playing. And if you win..." he paused a moment before continuing. "It doesn't matter because you won't win, but I'll do anything of your choosing. Deal?" He held out his hand and took another bite of chocolate.
"Deal," Matt replied as he shook on it.
Still gripping his hand, Mello hoisted himself up and onto Matt's lap, straddling him. "Prepare to lose," he said, taking one last bite of chocolate before discarding the half-eaten bar onto the couch cushion he'd just evacuated. He pressed their lips together, slipping the half-melted chocolate into Matt's mouth as his hands slid up under his striped shirt, fingers dancing teasingly over his skin.
Matt moved his hands to Mello's hips, shifting them downward until his fingers hooked just under his thighs and pulled him closer. He closed his eyes as the chocolate finished melting on his tongue, humming in appreciation.
Pinching what little fat there was on his stomach, Mello smirked against his lips. "See? I told you. That's one out of five. Fat."
"I'm not fat."
"Then what do you call this?" He pinched harder.
"Painful." He winced.
"Wrong answer."
"Fine. Fat. But that doesn't mean I'm..." he trailed off as Mello squeezed his cock through his jeans.
"Feels like something's getting fat to me."
"You're a cheater."
"You only say that because I'm halfway to winning our little... or not so little," he said with a smirk, "bet."
"And what's the other thing you plan to prove me wrong on?"
"Who's cheating now?"
"Still you."
"Patience," he said, pulling his hand away.
"So now you're a tease and a cheat."
"Never said I was stopping." He made a quick task of undoing his fly and freeing his cock from beneath a pair of boxers. "Very fat," he said, licking his lips as he slid back off of his lap and onto the floor. Matt's breath hitched in anticipation. He was promptly rewarded with a warm tongue circling the head of his cock, one hand stroking his cock, cupping his balls with the other.
He traced his tongue down the underside of his cock, breath cool against the wet skin. Matt sucked in a deep breath as lips closed around his cock, exhaling as Mello's mouth closed all around him, lips meeting fingers before parting and meeting again, in a slow but increasing rhythm. A finger deftly slipped past his testicles, pressing firmly against his perineum, causing him to suck in another deep breath.
"Mouth-breather," Mello said, pulling back to look up at him. "I win."
"Fuck you. Save the gloating for after you finish what you started, cheater."
"My pleasure." He took Matt's cock into his mouth again, going further and further, moving one finger out of the way each time his lips met his fingers, until only one was left. His tongue pressed firmly against his cock, twisting and curling teasingly until Matt came in his mouth with a moan.
Mello pulled back and immediately reached for the DS. He flipped it open and let out a laugh. "Really, Matt? Kittens? Virtual kittens?"
"Shut up," he murmured, too sated to be upset by the cheating and discovery of his secret vice. "The landlady has a strict rule about having pets."
"Because you're quite the law abiding citizen."
"Fuck off."
"I'd rather fuck you."
"Asshole."
"Where else?"
Matt groaned. "There's just no winning with you."
"No. You got the better end of the deal on the bet. You got a blowjob and I got virtual kittens."
"That's because cheaters never prosper."
From: Lils
Prompt: Death Note: Mello/Matt, videogames or fighting or kittens (any of the three really)
Note: So sorry this took ages, I hope you love it.
"What are you playing?" Mello asked, sliding over the arm of the couch to sit next to Matt, trying to peer over his shoulder as he bit into a bar of chocolate.
He quickly closed the Nintendo DS wit an audible snap. "Nothing."
"It's not nothing. People don't react like that when it's nothing. You looked so into it, what was it? A dating sim?"
"No. Those are for fat, acne-ridden mouth-breathing virgins who still live wit their parents."
"I'd say two out of five is enough for you to qualify."
"Try zero out of five."
"Want to bet?"
"I'm going to win."
"We'll see about that..." Mello smirked.
"The stakes being?"
"When I win, you have to show me what you were playing. And if you win..." he paused a moment before continuing. "It doesn't matter because you won't win, but I'll do anything of your choosing. Deal?" He held out his hand and took another bite of chocolate.
"Deal," Matt replied as he shook on it.
Still gripping his hand, Mello hoisted himself up and onto Matt's lap, straddling him. "Prepare to lose," he said, taking one last bite of chocolate before discarding the half-eaten bar onto the couch cushion he'd just evacuated. He pressed their lips together, slipping the half-melted chocolate into Matt's mouth as his hands slid up under his striped shirt, fingers dancing teasingly over his skin.
Matt moved his hands to Mello's hips, shifting them downward until his fingers hooked just under his thighs and pulled him closer. He closed his eyes as the chocolate finished melting on his tongue, humming in appreciation.
Pinching what little fat there was on his stomach, Mello smirked against his lips. "See? I told you. That's one out of five. Fat."
"I'm not fat."
"Then what do you call this?" He pinched harder.
"Painful." He winced.
"Wrong answer."
"Fine. Fat. But that doesn't mean I'm..." he trailed off as Mello squeezed his cock through his jeans.
"Feels like something's getting fat to me."
"You're a cheater."
"You only say that because I'm halfway to winning our little... or not so little," he said with a smirk, "bet."
"And what's the other thing you plan to prove me wrong on?"
"Who's cheating now?"
"Still you."
"Patience," he said, pulling his hand away.
"So now you're a tease and a cheat."
"Never said I was stopping." He made a quick task of undoing his fly and freeing his cock from beneath a pair of boxers. "Very fat," he said, licking his lips as he slid back off of his lap and onto the floor. Matt's breath hitched in anticipation. He was promptly rewarded with a warm tongue circling the head of his cock, one hand stroking his cock, cupping his balls with the other.
He traced his tongue down the underside of his cock, breath cool against the wet skin. Matt sucked in a deep breath as lips closed around his cock, exhaling as Mello's mouth closed all around him, lips meeting fingers before parting and meeting again, in a slow but increasing rhythm. A finger deftly slipped past his testicles, pressing firmly against his perineum, causing him to suck in another deep breath.
"Mouth-breather," Mello said, pulling back to look up at him. "I win."
"Fuck you. Save the gloating for after you finish what you started, cheater."
"My pleasure." He took Matt's cock into his mouth again, going further and further, moving one finger out of the way each time his lips met his fingers, until only one was left. His tongue pressed firmly against his cock, twisting and curling teasingly until Matt came in his mouth with a moan.
Mello pulled back and immediately reached for the DS. He flipped it open and let out a laugh. "Really, Matt? Kittens? Virtual kittens?"
"Shut up," he murmured, too sated to be upset by the cheating and discovery of his secret vice. "The landlady has a strict rule about having pets."
"Because you're quite the law abiding citizen."
"Fuck off."
"I'd rather fuck you."
"Asshole."
"Where else?"
Matt groaned. "There's just no winning with you."
"No. You got the better end of the deal on the bet. You got a blowjob and I got virtual kittens."
"That's because cheaters never prosper."