[ Mello's not the only one who pushes boundaries. Setsuna is just more strategic about it, especially when his life was potentially on the line if he happened to misstep, make an error as it would be so easy to do with the younger, more volatile man. He's content to lavish the covered digit with attention, lap around the smooth material when Mello reciprocates, and almost, almost growls in protest when it's taken away. Oral fixation? You bet your tight little ass, kid.
Mello's cracking. He knows it. Setsuna knows it. And were he the sort of person to bask in his victory, he'd shove it right in his pretty (scarred) face. But he isn't so he doesn't, instead welcoming whatever he's given, taking it in stride. As he does all things.
The kiss is not as surprising as Mello may thought it have been. Setsuna is caught a little off guard, yes, but again, he takes things in stride, takes Mello's constantly shifting temperament in stride, and so melts into that needy mouth while maintaining his grip. It may slip a bit, and Mello might be able to use this to his advantage, but Setsuna remains in control of the limb. It's his to do with as he pleases and Mello will need to do better than this to free it.
As incentive for him to continue along a more intimate path, however, Setsuna will sneak a hand between Mello's legs to cup his cock through the tight pants, massage rough and hard, half to distract from possible retaliation, half to tease into oblivion. The line is blurring, it is most certainly blurring, but Setsuna could care less as he fucks the other man's mouth with his tongue as easily (and as willingly) as he'd fuck his ass. ]
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Mello's cracking. He knows it. Setsuna knows it. And were he the sort of person to bask in his victory, he'd shove it right in his pretty (scarred) face. But he isn't so he doesn't, instead welcoming whatever he's given, taking it in stride. As he does all things.
The kiss is not as surprising as Mello may thought it have been. Setsuna is caught a little off guard, yes, but again, he takes things in stride, takes Mello's constantly shifting temperament in stride, and so melts into that needy mouth while maintaining his grip. It may slip a bit, and Mello might be able to use this to his advantage, but Setsuna remains in control of the limb. It's his to do with as he pleases and Mello will need to do better than this to free it.
As incentive for him to continue along a more intimate path, however, Setsuna will sneak a hand between Mello's legs to cup his cock through the tight pants, massage rough and hard, half to distract from possible retaliation, half to tease into oblivion. The line is blurring, it is most certainly blurring, but Setsuna could care less as he fucks the other man's mouth with his tongue as easily (and as willingly) as he'd fuck his ass. ]