“I hope you brought lube, Matt,” and now Near is going all tense, “unless, you know,” but Matt cuts him off with a snarl, and kisses Near on the mouth.
Mello’s mouth goes dry and he shuts up. Near is making enough noise for both of them, whimpering suddenly and wrapping his arms around Matt’s back. His eyes keep tight closed and Mello sees the moment where he loses himself, where the icy perfect demeanour crumbles.
Thin arms wrap tight around Matt, and Matt smoothes a big hand down Near’s side, coaxing a little moan out of him. Mello almost loses his breath as Near’s pyjama pants are tugged down.
He isn’t completely aroused, but from the looks of things, he’s getting there. Matt is jerking his own pants down, one handed, and then digging in his jean pocket for the little tube he did indeed have the foresight to bring with him.
Unable to help himself, almost, Mello draws closer. He can’t see Near’s face properly for Matt’s shoulder, and he wants to be able to watch both of them.
“Sit up, Matt,” he instructs, and Matt looks up to glower at him, but obeys, climbing to his knees. Mello nods his approval, and before
Near can open his eyes Matt slips a finger into him. His mouth opens in a small, soundless wail and Mello takes a bite of chocolate, so as not to have to give directions. He doesn’t think he’d be able to keep the waver out of his voice.