[Mello takes a short, gasping breath as Dean's hand finds his cock. Even with the leather as a barrier between skin-to-skin contact, the touch is arousing — more so, perhaps, because Mello has been in a self-imposed dry spell for too long. Against his better judgment, he pushes his hips forward into Dean's hand.
He tries to stay focused despite that yearning, shoving Dean's clothes down until they're around his legs, and pulling back from Dean's lips just long enough to allow a smirk as his hand now finds Dean's cock. He eases around it, teasingly, down and under his balls, until he finally wraps his hand around Dean's cock.
And then he's close to undressed himself, eager for further contact.]
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He tries to stay focused despite that yearning, shoving Dean's clothes down until they're around his legs, and pulling back from Dean's lips just long enough to allow a smirk as his hand now finds Dean's cock. He eases around it, teasingly, down and under his balls, until he finally wraps his hand around Dean's cock.
And then he's close to undressed himself, eager for further contact.]