Gilbert fumbles quickly out of his own shirt, tossing it to the floor, then his lips are back on Mello's with a deeper, biting kiss. The hair-pulling and the sounds he's making just serve to spur Gilbert on, enough so that he rakes his nails down the other man's side in hopes of getting more of them.
Still grinding against him, groaning against his lips, he reaches to the bedside table for the lubricant.
Mello can't even tell he's reaching for something, and doesn't care anyway. He's far too busy grinding up in quick, greedy motions, bangs sticking to his sweat-damp face, fingers digging into Gilbert's skin.
It's almost a contest now of who can kiss back harder, bruised lips and sharp teeth and hot, wet tongues. The dice is long-forgotten and Mello loves to live in the moment.
((LOL SORRY. I just realized I posted this in my journal and not the hotel wtf. I guess this works lol.
Anyway! I'm actually gonna be gone Thurs-Mon, so if I tag, it will be from my phone and very slowly, just to let you know <3 ))
The attempt falls short; a particular grind makes him shudder, hand falling instead to brace himself against the bed. No, forget it. They can just do this, he decides, biting more harshly at Mello's bottom lip, sliding their tongues together with a short suck at the tip of Mello's. His hand slips between them, gripping both of their cocks firmly together to give all their desperate movement a bit more direction.
The other one sneaks up beneath Mello's head and gets a good grip on his hair, tugging his head back so Gilbert can go back to assaulting his throat with lips and teeth, groaning hot breath against his skin.
[ooc: ahhh, sorry, life kind of took a turn. Shouldn't be any more delay on my end from here on out, though.]
The tug forces his head back and Mello growls, not in warning but in encouragement, every nerve ending alive and humming with need. Gilbert's teeth graze the edge of that web of scars along one side of his throat, whether intentionally or by accident, and the sensation makes him shudder violently with a loud gasp, hands clenching around his shoulders, nails digging in.
"Don't--" He doesn't mean that, and the word dissolves into a shaky moan.
((OOC: AAAH SORRY. Life was being hectic for me as well, but I should be back now. I'm so sorry for the delay. I hope you don't mind backtagging. D: ))
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Still grinding against him, groaning against his lips, he reaches to the bedside table for the lubricant.
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It's almost a contest now of who can kiss back harder, bruised lips and sharp teeth and hot, wet tongues. The dice is long-forgotten and Mello loves to live in the moment.
((LOL SORRY. I just realized I posted this in my journal and not the hotel wtf. I guess this works lol.
Anyway! I'm actually gonna be gone Thurs-Mon, so if I tag, it will be from my phone and very slowly, just to let you know <3 ))
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The other one sneaks up beneath Mello's head and gets a good grip on his hair, tugging his head back so Gilbert can go back to assaulting his throat with lips and teeth, groaning hot breath against his skin.
[ooc: ahhh, sorry, life kind of took a turn. Shouldn't be any more delay on my end from here on out, though.]
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"Don't--" He doesn't mean that, and the word dissolves into a shaky moan.
((OOC: AAAH SORRY. Life was being hectic for me as well, but I should be back now. I'm so sorry for the delay. I hope you don't mind backtagging. D: ))
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