[Mello doesn't flinch or tense up when Setsuna touches his marred flesh, but it is a strange sensation, the mostly-dead numbness of pressure he feels when palm meets scar. There is only one other person who has ever touched Mello's burn, and even that was only to scrape off melted leather. He has no shame regarding the scar — he did what he had to do — and it is helpful in some ways, causing people to take him seriously instead of looking at him like a scrawny still-teen without power. It'll be especially helpful here, in a place like this, where he has no connections (yet). People might think twice before propositioning a man with half of his face disfigured — and hopefully for those who aren't, his attitude can do the rest.
But this — this is intimate. Mello doesn't need intimacy. The giving and taking of pain is better than the exchange of soft foreign words and this.
So he continues to rake his nails down Setsuna's back, hoping to distract him, to pull him out of that enchantment that he seems to have with the scar — with his body — to bring him back into wanting to fuck, not merely feel.
It's the knife that really distracts Setsuna. Mello glances at his flick blade — eases up on Setsuna's back to reach for it — but then he is being cut. He inhales hissingly, but makes no other sound, glancing down to watch it, too, before looking back up at Setsuna. Setsuna who still hasn't quite managed to get his shirt off.
Mello reaches forward with his own blade, dragging it lightly up Setsuna's stomach without actually breaking the skin, stopping once it disappears under the shirt.]
You too.
[Firmer, this time, and Mello turns the blade on the shirt from the inside, instead of on skin.]
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But this — this is intimate. Mello doesn't need intimacy. The giving and taking of pain is better than the exchange of soft foreign words and this.
So he continues to rake his nails down Setsuna's back, hoping to distract him, to pull him out of that enchantment that he seems to have with the scar — with his body — to bring him back into wanting to fuck, not merely feel.
It's the knife that really distracts Setsuna. Mello glances at his flick blade — eases up on Setsuna's back to reach for it — but then he is being cut. He inhales hissingly, but makes no other sound, glancing down to watch it, too, before looking back up at Setsuna. Setsuna who still hasn't quite managed to get his shirt off.
Mello reaches forward with his own blade, dragging it lightly up Setsuna's stomach without actually breaking the skin, stopping once it disappears under the shirt.]
You too.
[Firmer, this time, and Mello turns the blade on the shirt from the inside, instead of on skin.]