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“Matt, if you don’t take this seriously, I’m going to bed.”
“I am taking it seriously! Just—I’m the technician, and you’re the detective. Doesn’t it make more sense for me to be the serial killer?”
”But I’ve actually killed people.” Mello said, basically bragging.
“Oh. Good point.”
”Hey, does it make me crazy, or does it make you more insane for being with me knowing I’m a murderer?”
“I think you’re a really emotional person and I don’t think you’ve ever killed someone maliciously, I think you’d just do anything to win so you act out.”
”See? Psychoanalysing me. You are a good detective.” Mello kissed Matt’s cheek, pulling him in by his tie.
Matt was wearing a tie, yes. Because Mello wanted to play Psycho Killer x Hot Detective, and wanted to really dedicate to the bit, meaning he dolled Matt up in a dress shirt and tie.
He, himself, was wearing handcuffs, so they were both dressed for the part.
It was the sexist thing he’d ever seen Matt wear, and he looked so formal. He had an ulterior motive with the tie too, but that would come later.
“Okay, what do I say again?”
Mello sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. “Your line is, ‘finally caught you’, and my line is, ‘what are you gonna do to me now, Mr Detective?’ and your line is—“
”Gonna fuck the justice into you?”
Mello blinked. “Uh, well you can say that, I guess..”
“Then your gonna say, ‘wow Detective Sexy, you’re so promiscuous, please fill me up with your righteousness and save me from these sins I have committed’.” Matt spoke high-pitched, mocking Mello’s voice.
”I don’t sound like that.” Mello glared.
”You do.”
”I don’t.”
”No you kinda do.” Matt’s expression dropped into something more serious.
”Okayyy, well you talk like you have a permanent cold, like—your voice is so nasally, it actually pisses me off.” Mello crossed his arms.
”…I’m giving you extra time for that.”
”Try it, detective.”
”Oh, I will…” Matt smirked, crawling over him.
“This tie looks so sexy on you.” Mello purred, catching the end of it between his teeth.
”Yeah?”
”Yeah. You look so grown up.” Mello patronised, twirling it around his finger. He pulled Matt down by the tie, kissing him hard.
Matt licked Mello’s bottom lip, a silent ask for permission as Mello parted his lips in invite. He slipped his tongue in and swirled it around, exploring every crevice of Mello’s mouth.
”This isn’t much of a punishment.” Mello rasped, pulling away slightly.
”Oh? Not enough?” Matt smirked, nipping at Mello’s lip.
”Not at all.”
Before Mello could process, Matt manhandled him, flipping him onto his stomach. Mello’s body went limp, going easily under the commands of Matt’s big hands. The cuffs rattled, Mello arching into a more comfortable position.
Matt was in full attire—head to toe in a shirt and slacks. Mello however, was wearing a blouse with thin, fancy underwear underneath, his pants kicked off somewhere from their earlier playing.
It was sexy. Mello was sexy, Matt was sexy, and they were about to fuck until the sun came up, and maybe they wouldn’t even stop then.
“Last chance to call a lawyer.” Matt ran his hand over Mello’s ass, fingers warm through the cotton.
”I have enough evidence to prove I’m innocent.”
”Oh? You do?”
”Yeah..” Mello breathed as Matt gave his ass a firm squeeze.
”We’ll see about that.” Matt tugged on Mello’s waistband, the elastic slapping against his skin before Matt yanked it down.
Once Mello was exposed, he smirked, leaning over him, chest against his back. Mello could feel the hard strain in Matt’s trousers press against his bare ass, and he pushed back against it earning a light groan from the latter.
Matt pressed his lips against the shell of Mello’s ear, licking up in broad stripes while he whispered filthy promises to him.
”Fuck..” Mello whimpered, voice softer than Matt had ever heard it.
Mello loved making Matt play a character because Matt was good at it. He became so unnaturally dirty, and he’d be anything Mello wanted him to be.
Matt loved playing a character too, because he knew it turned Mello on like crazy, and horny Mello equals fun Mello.
Matt bit the tip of Mello’s ear, something that made the blond hum in pleasured confusion.
He wanted to reach up, to pull Matt in and kiss him, but the handcuffs were restraining him, making it almost impossible to touch his boyfriend in this position.
”Matt, baby…”
”Ah, ah, ah. It’s Detective to you.”
Mello gritted his teeth. “Okayy Detective.. fuck me?”
”Why should I? You’re getting punished, remember?”
”Yes, but—“
”Don’t argue with the law. Anything you say beyond this point can and will be used against you in court.”
Okay.. maybe Matt was getting too into it, and maybe Mello was getting pissed off, but that’s all the more fun, right?
Mello whimpered, head dropping between his shoulders in defeat. This boy was getting stubborn, and even Mello forgets how arrogant Matt can be when prompted.
Matt had Mello’s underwear down his ankles, erection pressing against the back of his thigh through the tight constriction of his pants, and all he had been doing for the past three minutes was running his hands over every inch of exposed skin he could.
He hiked Mello’s shirt up, feeling the curves of his hips, the dip in his waist, then came back down, hands kneading into the flesh of Mello’s ass.
“Detective..” Mello tried, in the most sultry voice he could muster. It didn’t work, Matt in response telling him he ‘has the right to remain silent’.
Mello realised it was too late to call this a bad idea, and Matt had much more authority than him right now. In any other scenario, he would have pushed himself up, yanking on Matt’s hair as he forced him to do something, anything.
But he was handcuffed, meaning he was at Matt’s mercy for however much longer this would last.
He was resisting every urge in his body that was telling him to cuss Matt out, choosing the safer option of staying quiet, because surely Matt couldn’t wait much longer either.
He was hard, painfully, Mello could feel it like a teasing reminder.
Mello was humiliated too, because he was dripping, all from Matt doing nothing but feeling up his sides.
The sight of Matt in that uniform was the only thing keeping him motivated, the image seared into the back of his eyelids. He wanted to see Matt now, to do anything, but for once in his life he was powerless. All for some techy redhead boy he had the misfortune of meeting.
Mello bucked his hips, grinding against Matt’s length through his slacks. Matt groaned, pulling his body back as he leaned into the touch. Mello smirked, knowing he finally had him as he rocked his hips again, shaking his ass in the motion.
Mello finally thought he was getting somewhere, the feeling of Matt’s own need mirroring his, before the redhead pulled away completely. Mello squirmed, crying out pathetically.
He heard the satisfying sound of metal clinking, a belt falling to the floor with a thud. It was music to Mello’s ears, and it made him so much wetter, practically dripping on the sheets as he squeezed his thighs together for any amount of friction.
”Just doing my job, babe.” Matt said, unzipping his fly.
”Fuck your job! When I’m out of these, I’m gonna fucking kill you, I mean it—“ Mello cut himself off with a loud yelp, heat flooding his system as Matt sheathed himself whole in one smooth motion. He was slicked in pre-cum and spit, and Mello could feel him throbbing inside of him.
”Fuck! Matt, yes, god yes!” Mello screamed, pushing his hips back against him. Matt gripped the flesh, iron-tight, keeping Mello still as he drove into him recklessly.
His hips hit his ass, red marks beginning to appear from how hard he was slamming into him.
”The tie! Matt, the tie, please—“ Mello babbled, bowing his spine unnaturally.
”Since you asked so nicely,” Matt took one hand off Mello’s hips, the blond immediately taking this as permission to meet his thrusts as he threw himself back onto Matt’s dick, burying him deep.
Apparently, Matt had learnt how to multitask, one hand coming up to loosen the tie. He pulled it over his head easily, hooking it around Mello’s neck instead, just as asked.
“Tighter—“
”Give me a minute.” Matt snapped, Mello immediately shutting his mouth. He was uncharacteristically obedient, but in the moment he didn’t care, because Matt was fucking him so good, and he was about to live every fantasy he’d ever had at the hands of this beautiful red-haired boy above him.
Matt pulled the tail, tightening the tie around Mello’s neck, clasping his throat like a vice. Mello loved it, feeling so dirty as he struggled, face turning a medium shade of red as his breath came in short, eradicated pants.
His voice was breaking, moans falling in fragmented pieces like shattered glass as Matt pounded him into the mattress, nailing his prostate with unwavering accuracy. He kept a finger between where the tie met Mello’s neck, ensuring he didn’t die or something.
That would call for a real case, with real detectives that weren’t just sexed up role players doing it for the love of the game.
“Gonna confess, huh?” Matt sneered cruelly, slowing down just as Mello was about to reach his peak.
”Fuck—guilty! I’m so fucking guilty, please, Detective—“
”Louder.” Matt fisted his hand into Mello’s hair, yanking his head back harshly. Mello was sobbing, tears streaking down his face as spit dribbled from his lips helplessly. It was pathetic, and so, so embarassing, and it only got worse as Matt forced Mello’s body up.
He pulled him off the mattress by his hair, holding his head back as he stared down at Mello’s face.
He grabbed his jaw, smushing his cheeks together roughly as he turned his head to face him. Mello couldn’t reach his eyes, glancing away. He was purely, utterly mortified, and Matt selfishly loved every second.
”Look at me.”
Mello shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
”Look at me, Mells.” His voice was low, animalistic, so un-Matt-like Mello had no choice but to follow his command. He looked, their eyes meeting as Matt just gave him that stupid confident smirk.
”How do you plead?”
”G-guilty.” Mello struggled, sniffling as tears rolled down his cheeks.
Matt grinned mockingly, kissing the lines of Mello’s jaw before trailing down his neck. He sunk his canines deep into the skin, biting down hard as he sucked a deep bruise into the pale skin. Mello swallowed hard, crying out at the pain as more tears fell helplessly from his glossy eyes.
The worst part was he loved this so much— every nerve in his body burning like the embers of a lit cigarette, a wildfire spreading low in his stomach as cum dribbled from the slit of his dick, making a mess of the sheets below.
Mello thanked whatever spirit possessed Matt tonight, whatever spirit was currently fucking him into oblivion, making him see galaxies he’d only ever dreamt of bearing witness to.
He was a live wire, sparks of electricity shooting through his veins as his orgasm tore through him like a blade. It ripped him in half, opening his insides to a world of different possibilities.
His eyes rolled back into his head, every muscle pulling taut as his back arched against Matt, hands struggling against the cuffs as he reached for anything he could grab onto, nails digging into his own palms leaving bloody crescents in their wake.
Mello saw god in the form a red-headed chainsmoker that liked video games and perceived the world through stupid amber-tinted goggles.
If this was heaven, Matt holding his lethal body in his big arms, Mello reduced to nothing but a sobbing, whining mess before him, then the blond wanted to die a million times over, wanted to relive this moment on a constant repeat.
He barely registered the latter’s own release that shot through his insides, sticky warmth coating his guts and dripping down his thighs in thick ropes of satisfaction. Matt’s dick pulsed, an irreparable ache that formed as blood rushed to the head of his cock at the sight of Mello’s laxed body, weak and spent laying helplessly on the stained mattress.
Mello was panting, hands squirming against the cuffs as Matt coaxed him, soft hands coming up to unclasp them. Once Mello was out, his arm shot up, slapping Matt against the face.
Matt paused for a second, before a slow smirk spread across his face.
”Justice, is served.” He rasped, staring down at Mello.
”You’re dead.”
”Mhm. Tissues? You’re crying.” Matt teased, hand cupping Mello’s cheek. He swiped the tears away with his thumb, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips.
”We’re definetly using that tie again.”
”Definitely.” Matt agreed, throwing himself down next to Mello. He wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. Mello’s fingers fiddled with the buttons on Matt’s shirt as Matt played around with the tie around Mello’s neck, loosening it before he pulled it off completely, leaving his throat bare saved for the beaded rosary hanging uselessly.