[Setsuna doesn't need to shove it in his face. Mello knows it, as that hand finds its way between his legs. He keeps kissing Setsuna, hips moving forward into that rough rubbing, breaking the contact between their lips to allow for a gasp — oh yes, you have him right now, and Mello is all yours, falling back into that kiss once again, tongues moving together, his free hand entangling itself in Setsuna's hair, pulling. A low moan rises in the back of Mello's throat and he fights to hold it back, but his efforts barely stifle the noise. He's into this, yes —
But Mello still refuses to lose. Maybe Setsuna has claimed this battle as his own, but there is still a war between them, and Mello is going to come out on top. He pulls back from kissing, staring at Setsuna hungrily, grinding his hips against his hand. For now, he makes no attempt to try and release his arm.
And then, without any hint as to his next intention, Mello reaches with his free hand and grabs Setsuna's blade.
Mello has a hunch that this is a taboo move. If someone were to grab his gun, he'd be furious — and it is possible that Setsuna will feel the same way. Mello hopes he does — hopes to see a little more of that darkness that Setsuna keeps hidden. He grins, bringing it up to Setsuna's neck, leering down at him.]
Look what I have.
[And then he's dragging it along Setsuna's throat, pushing the point into his chin like Setsuna did to him earlier, drawing a small bead of blood as he does so. Then he holds it against Setsuna's jugular, leaning forward into him once more.]
Too bad you didn't let me go.
[Because now Setsuna's weapon is in his hand, and he's going to use it as he pleases.]
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But Mello still refuses to lose. Maybe Setsuna has claimed this battle as his own, but there is still a war between them, and Mello is going to come out on top. He pulls back from kissing, staring at Setsuna hungrily, grinding his hips against his hand. For now, he makes no attempt to try and release his arm.
And then, without any hint as to his next intention, Mello reaches with his free hand and grabs Setsuna's blade.
Mello has a hunch that this is a taboo move. If someone were to grab his gun, he'd be furious — and it is possible that Setsuna will feel the same way. Mello hopes he does — hopes to see a little more of that darkness that Setsuna keeps hidden. He grins, bringing it up to Setsuna's neck, leering down at him.]
Look what I have.
[And then he's dragging it along Setsuna's throat, pushing the point into his chin like Setsuna did to him earlier, drawing a small bead of blood as he does so. Then he holds it against Setsuna's jugular, leaning forward into him once more.]
Too bad you didn't let me go.
[Because now Setsuna's weapon is in his hand, and he's going to use it as he pleases.]