[And indeed, Mello is seeing that in Setsuna. Likes it, even, if we were inclined to use that word. There's something about seeing the darkness in others that appeals to Mello — perhaps because so few people are willing to let that show through, to own their darkness as he does. Mello isn't necessarily proud of all he has done, but he has done it, and that's just part of him. It's a tool, a method used to get what he wants, a persona, even. But it is also a very real part of him.
Knowing that there's more to this Setsuna F. Seiei beneath what seems to be so calm a demeanor — so patient, talking about flowers and having faith in humanity — makes Mello want more.
He does not like being caught, though, and that much is apparent in his features. He still has the gun, but it is now effectively useless. Of course, Setsuna is strong — he knew that already — but jerks his arm anyway, tries to twist it free as much as is feasible.]
Not completely.
[It's hard to think with the way Setsuna is moving against him, and for a pause, Mello quells his struggling in favor of moving his own hips, arching himself a little, enjoying, and he himself is getting hard, any attempts at distracting rendered frivolous by this interaction. It's so rare that he gets to just feel, and so he lets it happen, taking a sharp breath —
and his free hand goes to Setsuna's throat, doesn't choke, but grips enough to be a threat.]
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Knowing that there's more to this Setsuna F. Seiei beneath what seems to be so calm a demeanor — so patient, talking about flowers and having faith in humanity — makes Mello want more.
He does not like being caught, though, and that much is apparent in his features. He still has the gun, but it is now effectively useless. Of course, Setsuna is strong — he knew that already — but jerks his arm anyway, tries to twist it free as much as is feasible.]
Not completely.
[It's hard to think with the way Setsuna is moving against him, and for a pause, Mello quells his struggling in favor of moving his own hips, arching himself a little, enjoying, and he himself is getting hard, any attempts at distracting rendered frivolous by this interaction. It's so rare that he gets to just feel, and so he lets it happen, taking a sharp breath —
and his free hand goes to Setsuna's throat, doesn't choke, but grips enough to be a threat.]
Let go.