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”Fuck, you’re so pretty.”
”I told you to stop calling me that…”
”What? Pretty? You are. My pretty girl—“
”I’m not a girl.”
Matt took Mello’s cheeks, flushed and hot beneath his hands as he pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead.
Matt had gotten into this habit, because he told Mello his haircut was girly, and Mello said haircuts aren’t subjective to a gender—getting very defensive.
Matt loved pissing Mello off, so he kept doing it. Little comments here and there, ‘pretty girl’, ‘doll’, ‘pretty’. Never handsome, always pretty.
Mello supposed he could tolerate it, since it was just Matt being Matt, arrogant and cocky, until the nicknames continued in the bedroom.
”Fuck, doll-“ Matt had groaned, strong hands tugging Mello’s hips back against him.
Mello moaned, throwing his head back as his long blond hair cascaded over his shoulders, silky strands spreading out through the mattress.
This prompted Matt, his thrusts getting more erratic—more pointed as he angled his hips deep inside Mello, brushing over his prostate, making him dizzy as the overwhelming pleasure shot through his veins like an injection.
He moaned again, just like how Matt had hoped, the redhead making a snarky comment in response.
”You moan like a girl.” He said, rather cruelly, driving in again.
From then on, Mello bit back any sound he was tempted to make, despite Matt’s protests.
At first, it seemed it was only for fun, but now Mello had every right to assume Matt truly got off on the idea of Mello being more feminine.
“Look at me, baby.”
”Why should I?” Mello bitched, gasping as Matt pushed in.
”Because I wanna see you. You look so fucking beautiful like this.” Matt grabbed Mello’s cheeks, forcing him to meet his eyes.
Mello had a cute blush spreading through his features, a stunning rose tint that bordered on embarassment.
It was humiliating. Who does Matt think he is, treating Mello like this?
Matt, however, didn’t care. He loved it. He leaned over Mello’s body, their faces coming closer. He only broke eye contact to blink, staring deep into the blond’s oceanic blue eyes.
“So pretty, doll.”
”Matt…” Mello whined softly, the redhead shushing him.
“It’s okay, baby. I got you.”
It was degrading, Mello letting him speak to him like this.
Mello closed his legs, suddenly feeling vulnerable. Matt shoved a hand between his thighs, pushing them apart again. He looked at Mello with hunger in his eyes, a predator catching its prey.
He rocked his hips, in and out—Mello could feel the drag of his cock against him, and he stifled a moan, refusing to give Matt the satisfaction.
Matt noticed, and he sped up, grabbing onto the fat of Mello’s hips as his thrusts became harsher.
He yanked the blond against him, his willowy body going easily as Matt bounced him on his dick.
He forced himself deep, sheathing himself to the hilt, making sure Mello could feel him in his fucking lungs, trying to draw out any sound he could from the stubborn blond.
Mello, however, wasn’t falling for it, keeping his mouth glued shut saved for the slight breaths that slipped through the cracks.
”Feels so fucking good, doesn’t it?” Matt encouraged, emphasising his words with a deep roll of his hips.
”Mhm.” Mello hummed, holding his breath. He dug his nails into Matt’s back, making sure to draw blood as the sharp ends dug into spongy skin.
”Fucking bitch—“ Matt hissed, grabbing Mello’s scalp. He yanked his head back, his neck bending at the movement.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, anticipating Matt’s next move. Mello’s vision spun as his head was manoeuvred, making him feel dizzy.
Tears brimmed in his eyes at the sting, squeezing them shut as he shook his head. He turned away, cheek pressing into the mattress as he avoided Matt’s gaze.
”Baby.” Matt rasped, cock splitting Mello open as he drove in with a rough glide.
Mello refused, shaking his head again.
He felt light-headed, drunk on pleasure as Matt fucked him stupid, hips pounding him into the mattress as Mello’s body bounced with every grind, hair bobbing slightly.
”Don’t be difficult.” Matt grabbed his throat, not hard—never hard, thumb digging meanly into his Adam’s apple. Mello let out a strangled moan, a sound that made Matt throb. He was greedy, and he wanted more.
Mello closed his throat, swallowing down every sound that threatened to come out. Matt tried again, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming in, Mello biting down on his lips hard enough to wring blood as he punched out a choked gasp, head flying back as Matt’s hand tightened around his neck.
Matt kept abusing the same spot, lashing at the spongy part inside of Mello—his pretty blue eyes rolling back in his head, spit falling from the corner of his mouth helplessly. He was beautiful, and Matt wanted a picture.
He also wanted noise. Wanted to hear that needy mewl, that girly, high-pitched scream Mello would let out when he was close.
But Blondie was just so fucking stubborn.
This angered the redhead, who slowed his thrusts abruptly, a torturous drag of his hips as he shifted, movement barely there. Mello had been close, Matt could tell, but at the end of the day he had the power, and Mello could only cum when Matt said he could.
”You’re being stubborn. Why should I reward bad behaviour, hm?” Matt gripped Mello’s cheeks again, squishing his face together as the blond struggled against his grasp. His tone was condescending, speaking down to Mello like he was a misbehaving kid.
”I—Matt, please—“
”’Please’” Matt mocked cruelly, forcing Mello’s chin up.
”Please what, huh? Gonna beg like the good girl you are?”
Mello whimpered, opening his eyes to stare at Matt.
His face was mean, always so fucking mean, an abuse of power as he roughly kneaded into the skin of Mello’s thigh.
His hand moved, slipping from his leg to his abdomen, the redhead pushing down on it roughly.
”Feel that?”
”Fuck—yes, yes I do—Matt, please, I can’t—“
”Could’ve been all yours if you just did what I told you to. But you never do, do you?”
”No, no I don’t, I’m sorry—“ Mello was babbling, words falling uselessly from his lips as he reached for Matt’s touch, the redhead pinning his wrist down instead.
He ran his hand up Mello’s side, feeling every smooth curve. He came to a halt as his face, fingers splaying over his cheeks as he dug them into his hair, raking it away from his face.
”So pretty, aren’t you? I’ll let you cum baby, don’t worry.” He reassured, tugging Mello’s hair again as he drove in without warning.
Mello screamed, muscles clamping down around Matt’s dick, the feeling tight and warm as Matt fucked into him, harder, deeper; hitting every spot he could with his long, aching cock; the blond drooling against the sheets, head thrashing side to side.
He couldn’t stop moaning, and yeah, he did moan like a girl, but Matt loved it all the more, so Mello supposed it didn’t matter.
”You sound..” Matt trailed off, panting, his voice raspy and breathless as he held Mello’s hips, pulling him tight against him.
Mello arched his back, meeting Matt’s thrusts, Matt lifting him easily as he held his lower body up, fucking into him relentlessly.
”Beautiful, aren’t you?”
Mello could only hum, far too gone to even think.
Matt was splitting him in half, Mello’s brain a scrambled mess. He went dumb, limbless against this redhead who was sending him to another galaxy.
He didn’t register the warmth trickling down his thigh, so lost in his own haze of pleasure. Matt’s praised swirled through his mind; ‘doll’, ‘beautiful’—it all brought him closer, cum painting he and Matt’s torso as he screamed his name, clawing at his back like a wild animal.
“That’s it, thats it honey. You’re amazing, aren’t you?” Matt coaxed, cruel tone now drowned out by this renewed, kinder version.
Mello ignored him, hooking his arms around his neck as he pulled him down into a passionate kiss. He tilted his head, their lips sticking together like glue, Matt pushing his tongue into the blond’s mouth. It was weak on Mello’s end, effortless and easy because Matt was doing all the work.
Mello wasn’t a girl. But for Matt, he could be anything.