[Mello's glad to drop the condom conversation. It's pretty stupid of Dave to allow some stranger to fuck him without one — not that Mello finds him to be particularly bright, for getting naked for a guy who brandished a knife at him — but maybe if Mello is feeling generous when they're done he'll explain that they aren't necessary here in this moral-free wasteland.
Then again, maybe not. A little worrying would be good for him.
That enthusiasm, the way Dave shoves himself back on his finger, rocking against him, fills Mello with a combined sense of satisfaction and impatience. His pride tells him to hold out, to keep pushing Dave further — make him react, make him quiver, make him cry out — but he's done with foreplay.]
I'm not taking requests.
[Instead of adding another finger, he pulls his out and leaves Dave alone on the bed.]
Stay down.
[That's his command, and this one is meant to be followed. Meanwhile, Mello takes his pants off. Leather pants are a bitch to get on and off — especially seeing as he's hard, which only complicates the process — but Mello has had plenty of practice, so they're off quickly, shoved away with the rest of his clothes. Then he retrieves the lube from drawer and takes his place behind Dave once more.
Mello applies the lube to his cock, sliding his hand up and down, reaching forward with his free hand to literally feel Dave up — pulls at his hair, drags his nails down his back, reaches forward to grab his cock, and then ends at his ass. He does this to prolong Dave's longing, but also to prepare himself for what's to come. Mello is out of practice, but wants to last.
Finally, he presses the tip of his cock against Dave's asshole, applying pressure.]
ahh i missed you ;-; making me smut at work...
Then again, maybe not. A little worrying would be good for him.
That enthusiasm, the way Dave shoves himself back on his finger, rocking against him, fills Mello with a combined sense of satisfaction and impatience. His pride tells him to hold out, to keep pushing Dave further — make him react, make him quiver, make him cry out — but he's done with foreplay.]
I'm not taking requests.
[Instead of adding another finger, he pulls his out and leaves Dave alone on the bed.]
Stay down.
[That's his command, and this one is meant to be followed. Meanwhile, Mello takes his pants off. Leather pants are a bitch to get on and off — especially seeing as he's hard, which only complicates the process — but Mello has had plenty of practice, so they're off quickly, shoved away with the rest of his clothes. Then he retrieves the lube from drawer and takes his place behind Dave once more.
Mello applies the lube to his cock, sliding his hand up and down, reaching forward with his free hand to literally feel Dave up — pulls at his hair, drags his nails down his back, reaches forward to grab his cock, and then ends at his ass. He does this to prolong Dave's longing, but also to prepare himself for what's to come. Mello is out of practice, but wants to last.
Finally, he presses the tip of his cock against Dave's asshole, applying pressure.]
Take a deep breath.