::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]

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.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"Now," I growl out, so close myself. "Come now, my slut." It's hard to talk around the moans and groans that want to come out.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

The edges of a thin wail escape around Mello's grip as Near does, as his body claims the release it so desperately craves and bursts into orgasm.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

His body tightens hard around me and I have no choice but to come, not that I really want to not come. I hold his throat until his body is just trembling around mine and let it go, easing us onto our sides so I can hold him. I'll leave him tied up a little longer, though. "Mine," I whisper when I can.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Yours," he whispers as Mello's grip slackens, nestling against him. "Happy Birthday."