[Dean wastes no time, and that is probably for the better — it keeps Mello from thinking and planning, from keeping himself too distant and unengaged. Initially, Mello tries to resist kissing back, but the anticipation of this moment has been so built up, and there's so much contact, that he's pulled in and far from unwilling as those hands move down his body. He returns the kiss, finally matching Dean's hunger with his own, and as he is kissing and Dean is touching, Mello's hands slip under Dean's shirt, feeling the skin beneath and slowly guiding the shirt upward — until he pulls back long enough to try and guide it over Dean's head.
He's so far gone already, so into this — he should be enraged at himself, but all he can think about is getting Dean undressed, getting swept away by this chip-induced longing to take him.]
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He's so far gone already, so into this — he should be enraged at himself, but all he can think about is getting Dean undressed, getting swept away by this chip-induced longing to take him.]