[The kiss is hungry — more passionate than Mello will ever admit — but there has been so much build up, so much holding back and so much fighting it, that giving in is so easy — too easy. He brings his hand to Setsuna's hair, entangling it once more, and then pulls, continuing to move his tongue against Setsuna's as he does so.
Finally, he breaks the kiss — pulls back breathless. He doesn't want to give Setsuna another chance to take that blade to his clothes — he likes his clothes — so he unzips his shirt and shrugs it off, maneuvering deftly despite being under Setsuna. His gloves go next. Those off, he undoes his belt, and then pauses.]
You too.
[He starts pulling at Setsuna's shirt with one hand, sliding the other underneath to run his now-uncovered fingers along his skin, gentle at first — just touching, feeling — but then they find their way to his back and Mello starts to use his nails.]
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Finally, he breaks the kiss — pulls back breathless. He doesn't want to give Setsuna another chance to take that blade to his clothes — he likes his clothes — so he unzips his shirt and shrugs it off, maneuvering deftly despite being under Setsuna. His gloves go next. Those off, he undoes his belt, and then pauses.]
You too.
[He starts pulling at Setsuna's shirt with one hand, sliding the other underneath to run his now-uncovered fingers along his skin, gentle at first — just touching, feeling — but then they find their way to his back and Mello starts to use his nails.]