::Closed RP for Mello and Near::

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

((Likely to get NSFW))



It was the first time Near had been in the position of getting birthday presents for a boyfriend, and it was somewhat baffling.

After all, if Mello wanted something, wouldn't he just get it?

Still, Near wanted to at least try to celebrate. While Mello was out, he had a house elf bring in a chocolate cake, and stacked the neatly wrapped gifts he'd gotten on the bed; the obligatory high-end chocolate, several rare tomes on spell research, a few new floggers and other interesting 'toys'...

...and Near himself, dressed in only a black leather bow.

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[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhh..." Near leans into the touch, continuing his fumbling attempts to remove Mello's clothes. If Mello wants to hogtie him, he will, but he's still going to try to do what he's told.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I think about untying him, but I'm enjoying watching him and I know he really enjoys being tied up. "Before I retie you, though, I do have to decide just how I'm going to play with you after I test out the riding crop. Should I fuck you or ride you after I try and turn your ass as red as the end of that riding crop, Near?"

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

That's an easy one to answer, at least, with that curved little toy bobbing inside him at every twitch and movement.

"Fuck me," he says quietly. "I'd like you to fuck me."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I smirk at him. "That toy not enough for you, my Near?" I pull him closer to me, one hand reaching around behind him to fiddle with the toy. "Or, do you want to lose yourself?" I whisper. "Lose yourself and be mine, completely," I add, bending to kiss him.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"I - oh! - I am yours. Even if I weren't already, I'm your birthday present." Flushing, he nuzzles the side of Mello's neck.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I hold him close for a moment and then untie his wrists. "Finish stripping me then kneel on the bed, ass toward me, wrists by your ankles," I order with a smack to his ass.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

A soft, happy yelp at the smack, and Near rushes to comply, readily peeling off Mello's clothes now that his hands are free. Finishing quickly, he arranges himself as ordered.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I watch him, smiling. As much as he says this is for me, I know he enjoys it, too. Selfish little brat. I drop the leather strap so it's resting across his ankles and wrists and then run my hands over his ass and back. I bend over and kiss his ass, nipping it in a few places and using my fingers to play with the toy in him.

After playing with him a bit, I stand up again and tie his wrists and ankles together.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

Each little tilt and wiggle of the toy makes Near gasp softly, and he moans aloud at the feeling of Mello's lips, and again at the pull of the leather on his ankles and wrists.

"I'm ready," he murmurs, "Ready for what you want to do to me."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I pick up the riding crop and rest it against his ass. "Let's see if we can turn your ass as candy red as the end of this," I say. It's actually good it's a riding crop instead of a whip or flogger. There's more control and hitting that toy the wrong way would just be painful in a bad way.

I step back a little to give myself room to swing and hit him once on each cheek. It makes a nice sound...and so does he.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

It's a good thing Near's bound; it keeps him from squirming away from the red tip of the crop. He wails, startled; it hits harder than he expected!

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I rub my hand over the marks. "Well, my Near, is it a good toy?" I ask, running my thumb over the stimulator.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Ohhh..." Near tips his head back, savoring the intense stimulation. "It so much."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

He sounds pleased, so I'll keep going. I bite his ass before stepping back and whipping him again, carefully avoiding the stimulator.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

Each blow brings forth a yipping little cry, and Near's fingers clench helplessly. It hurt, and the intensity of that pain rippled through him, setting every nerve alight.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

With as pale as he is, his skin reddens beautifully. He'll probably end up with a couple of bruises, but he never seems to mind them, so I don't worry about them either. God, I love watching him like this. God, I love him.

I need him. I toss the riding crop to the bed and lube my dick up quickly before pulling the toy out and shoving myself in him, not giving him time to adjust.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Ah!" Near cries out, frozen in place, momentarily too startled to push back against Mello as he entered. "God, Mello!"

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I wrap my arms around him after tossing the toy aside. "Mine," I whisper, nipping at his ear and then his shoulder. I push myself up and grip his hips, using them as leverage to move in him hard.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Near agrees, panting, rocking in time with his thrusts. As always, he savors the completeness of it, the totality of being claimed and taken like this.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I slap his hip with one hand and drag the other hand up to his hair, grabbing a handful of it and pulling back so that his body is arched. I then reach around his body so that I have his dick in my other hand. I close my eyes and just let my body move as hard and fast into his as it wants. He feels so good. "My Near," I whisper when I can.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Yours, oh, oh yours," he groans, thrashing and shuddering. So easy, like this, to lose himself in sensation. "It's so good, Mello..."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

He's talking to much. I need...I need to fuck him harder so all he can do is scream. Yes...must... I move my hips harder, deeper, pull his hair so he's meeting my thrusts, stroke his dick. He'll scream...he'll come first...he'll be mine.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

And the force of it makes Near groan hoarsely, moving with Mello, grinding back against him with deep shudders. So easy to let himself be overwhelmed, to want to be overwhelmed.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I move my hand from his hair to around his throat. God, so good. I lean over and growl in his ear, "Come for me, you slut."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

A yelp dies in Near's throat, choked off by Mello's hand. The roughness makes him ache, makes him burn, makes him need to come, and his body quivers on the edge of obeying the command.