[The quivering makes Mello chuckle lowly, running his free hand along the back of those trembling thighs as Dave whines. It's amusing that even though Dave is barely able to speak clearly, he's still trying to hang in there. If his reactions are anything to go by, he's finding this a little better than not so bad. Mello moves his finger around with a little more pressure as he feels Dave relax, pulling it back, and then pushing it in again.
But it's hard — so hard, trying to keep himself steady and calculating. It isn't as though Mello has been sparing himself some time from the Kira case to get some action, so this is taking a toll on him. That, and Dave is just seemingly so innocent with the way he tries to speak, the little noises he is making as Mello pushes into him. Mello wants to feel that with more than just a finger — he wants to really show Dave who's in charge around here, wants to make it so that he can't even find it within himself to find words with which to talk back.]
No.
[Of course he doesn't have a condom. Mello did not come here with the intention of fucking some virginal teenage boy. He hadn't found any in the drawer, either. Mello, however, does know that STDs are not supposed to be a problem in the city — he learned that during his little stint with reeducation — but given the circumstance, he's not going to sit here and explain that.]
That a problem?
[He's impatient, and a little frustrated. It's actually a pretty smart question to ask, but not when Mello is already one step away from fucking him. Not when they're already in the moment. And besides, Mello isn't one to whisper reassurances or ease a person into something. If Dave wanted that, he should have found a room with someone a little nicer.
Mello then begins fucking Dave with his finger — a steady rhythm of in-and-out at an unrelenting pace.]
No prob!
But it's hard — so hard, trying to keep himself steady and calculating. It isn't as though Mello has been sparing himself some time from the Kira case to get some action, so this is taking a toll on him. That, and Dave is just seemingly so innocent with the way he tries to speak, the little noises he is making as Mello pushes into him. Mello wants to feel that with more than just a finger — he wants to really show Dave who's in charge around here, wants to make it so that he can't even find it within himself to find words with which to talk back.]
No.
[Of course he doesn't have a condom. Mello did not come here with the intention of fucking some virginal teenage boy. He hadn't found any in the drawer, either. Mello, however, does know that STDs are not supposed to be a problem in the city — he learned that during his little stint with reeducation — but given the circumstance, he's not going to sit here and explain that.]
That a problem?
[He's impatient, and a little frustrated. It's actually a pretty smart question to ask, but not when Mello is already one step away from fucking him. Not when they're already in the moment. And besides, Mello isn't one to whisper reassurances or ease a person into something. If Dave wanted that, he should have found a room with someone a little nicer.
Mello then begins fucking Dave with his finger — a steady rhythm of in-and-out at an unrelenting pace.]