Not that he didn't know that taste well enough already. Mello fought for dominance in the kiss every bit of the way, knowing it to be a futile before he started. But he wouldn't be himself if he didn't try. In the meantime, the hand that wasn't entangled in the nation's hair snaked it's way past belt and jacket, only to find the shirt underneath neatly tucked in and impossible to get past. He could almost feel a scar on Gilbert's back through the fabric now. It would have to do, as much as he wanted the entire body for his hands to rediscover. Too much clothing in the way of things, clearly.
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Date: 2009-11-25 02:13 pm (UTC)Too much clothing in the way of things, clearly.