See You Around; DN; Mello/Near; NC-17
Title: See You Around
Author: passthebutter
Fandom/pairing: Death Note - Mello/Near
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 585
Warnings: PWP, porn, angst.
Summary: Eyes fluttering shut, Near breathed in the familiar smell of chocolate and the unfamiliar but not unwelcome smell of damp clothing.
A/N: Inspired by "Close Your Eyes" by Young Love. :)
The late November rain pounded mercilessly against the windows and the wall was hard against Near's bare back as he was shoved up against it with nothing more than an abrupt, "Hey". Eyes fluttering shut, Near breathed in the familiar smell of chocolate and the unfamiliar but not unwelcome smell of damp clothing. His hand curled in wet hair and he gasped, feeling teeth on his neck and hands running down his sides.
What a surprise this was, long fingers slipping into the gap between material and hips, lips hard against his, rough and demanding. A long stream of words slipped from Mello's mouth - Near caught wet, you, want and bed. He didn't have to digest what Mello obviously wanted as the couple stumbled to the bedroom, wrapped around each other. Mello's fingers were scraping paths along Near's hipbones, and Near's hands were still tangled in clinging strands of hair.
They landed on the bed and Near's pants were pulled off; Mello was suddenly shirtless, his chest covered in a thin sheen of damp. Near ran his hand up the expanse of skin stretching over ribs and a heart that beat out an unfaltering rhythm (it still surprised him how one thing about Mello could be steady and regular), fingers ending up back in blond hair. He stared up at the man above him, wondering for not the first and obviously not the last time how they had gotten themselves into this. Have we gone too far? Where are we going?
The pile of lost clothing on the floor rapidly increased as they both rid themselves of horribly constricting trousers and underwear until they were nothing but skin against damp skin. Mello rose above Near, dripping onto the grey-haired man who arched his neck, aching for more Mello, more of the chocolate-coated kisses, the searching fingers, that demanding tongue. He wanted all of that, yes, dearly, and he wanted more - he wanted Mello in him, stretching him, bringing him to the point of no return and pushing him over the edge. He yearned for the closeness, the crescent-moons littering his back, marks of Mello everywhere.
"Close your eyes," whispered Mello. Near obeyed - he always obeyed - and felt the satisfying friction of fingers stretching him, preparing him (more surprises, how Mello could be so gentle, so considerate).
"More." The word slipped from him, unbidden, unwanted, stolen by the man with three fingers in him, snatched away and it was true, wasn't it, and oh god yes. "Please."
The hand was replaced with something much better, and Near arched into the fullness as Mello thrust into him (it burned, it always burned at first, because Mello wasn't that caring, but oh god what a brilliant burn it was). Lips against his, a tongue invading his mouth, the room heavy with moans and sex. Near felt the wave building and he was sure Mello felt it too, if the fingers tightening their hold on his hips were anything to go by.
White ribbons arced through the air as Near peaked and Mello hunched forward at the same time; their breathing was loud and heavy (with things left unsaid). Mello pulled out and they rolled over, throwing an arm over Near and pulling the younger man into him.
Near closed his eyes and, in the sweet post-orgasmic haze, fell into sleep.
The note he woke to hours later hurt even more than the empty room, which was dark and unforgiving, mocking him because he always fell for it, always lapped it right up.
See you around.
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Fic started: 24th March 2009
Fic finished: 24th March 2009
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Author: passthebutter
Fandom/pairing: Death Note - Mello/Near
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 585
Warnings: PWP, porn, angst.
Summary: Eyes fluttering shut, Near breathed in the familiar smell of chocolate and the unfamiliar but not unwelcome smell of damp clothing.
A/N: Inspired by "Close Your Eyes" by Young Love. :)
The late November rain pounded mercilessly against the windows and the wall was hard against Near's bare back as he was shoved up against it with nothing more than an abrupt, "Hey". Eyes fluttering shut, Near breathed in the familiar smell of chocolate and the unfamiliar but not unwelcome smell of damp clothing. His hand curled in wet hair and he gasped, feeling teeth on his neck and hands running down his sides.
What a surprise this was, long fingers slipping into the gap between material and hips, lips hard against his, rough and demanding. A long stream of words slipped from Mello's mouth - Near caught wet, you, want and bed. He didn't have to digest what Mello obviously wanted as the couple stumbled to the bedroom, wrapped around each other. Mello's fingers were scraping paths along Near's hipbones, and Near's hands were still tangled in clinging strands of hair.
They landed on the bed and Near's pants were pulled off; Mello was suddenly shirtless, his chest covered in a thin sheen of damp. Near ran his hand up the expanse of skin stretching over ribs and a heart that beat out an unfaltering rhythm (it still surprised him how one thing about Mello could be steady and regular), fingers ending up back in blond hair. He stared up at the man above him, wondering for not the first and obviously not the last time how they had gotten themselves into this. Have we gone too far? Where are we going?
The pile of lost clothing on the floor rapidly increased as they both rid themselves of horribly constricting trousers and underwear until they were nothing but skin against damp skin. Mello rose above Near, dripping onto the grey-haired man who arched his neck, aching for more Mello, more of the chocolate-coated kisses, the searching fingers, that demanding tongue. He wanted all of that, yes, dearly, and he wanted more - he wanted Mello in him, stretching him, bringing him to the point of no return and pushing him over the edge. He yearned for the closeness, the crescent-moons littering his back, marks of Mello everywhere.
"Close your eyes," whispered Mello. Near obeyed - he always obeyed - and felt the satisfying friction of fingers stretching him, preparing him (more surprises, how Mello could be so gentle, so considerate).
"More." The word slipped from him, unbidden, unwanted, stolen by the man with three fingers in him, snatched away and it was true, wasn't it, and oh god yes. "Please."
The hand was replaced with something much better, and Near arched into the fullness as Mello thrust into him (it burned, it always burned at first, because Mello wasn't that caring, but oh god what a brilliant burn it was). Lips against his, a tongue invading his mouth, the room heavy with moans and sex. Near felt the wave building and he was sure Mello felt it too, if the fingers tightening their hold on his hips were anything to go by.
White ribbons arced through the air as Near peaked and Mello hunched forward at the same time; their breathing was loud and heavy (with things left unsaid). Mello pulled out and they rolled over, throwing an arm over Near and pulling the younger man into him.
Near closed his eyes and, in the sweet post-orgasmic haze, fell into sleep.
The note he woke to hours later hurt even more than the empty room, which was dark and unforgiving, mocking him because he always fell for it, always lapped it right up.
See you around.
---
Fic started: 24th March 2009
Fic finished: 24th March 2009
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