He was far from trying to hold back at this point (he probably couldn't even if it had occurred to him to try). Mello shuddered and tensed, rocking up into his hand faster and panting heavily against Sephiroth's skin. It didn't take him long, that warm, pleasant tingle coiling in his lower belly.
He moaned softly, more of a low keening noise, and finally came into Sephiroth's hand with a weak shudder, fingers curling in his hair tightly.
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Date: 2011-06-29 06:19 am (UTC)He moaned softly, more of a low keening noise, and finally came into Sephiroth's hand with a weak shudder, fingers curling in his hair tightly.