hi could you please do that one you did for near, where s/o is asleep but looks really hot while sleeping, but for mello? can be smutty if you want lol thank you so much! I adore your blog

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Day and night bled together in the confines of the life they led. Mello’s sole saving grace soundly asleep beside him. He loved to look at you, shirtless torso exposed as he pulled back the blankets.

Hair splayed like the halo of an angel; Mello reaches out, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

He dropped down, lips connecting in the valley of your chest. A messy hickey, followed by another, trailed all the way up to your neck. You stirred from slumber, a satisfied noise coming from deep within your throat.

“What time is it?” He hears you sigh.

“Who cares?”

“Good point.” You laugh as his lips made their way up and down your body. Your hands in his hair, Mello moaned as you massaged his scalp.

“You are so beautiful.” He sighed against your skin. It was rare to see his tender side emerge, so you relished in it, stroking his hair and back with soothing motions.

“You took the words out of my mouth.” You pulled him up with a tug, missing his lips against yours. One arm supported his weight, the other cupped your face. He tasted of chocolate and whiskey.

His soft groans made you want more, pulling him closer, dragging him on top of you. A finger traced the edge of his scar, your lips followed, kissing the tattered flesh. Mello sighed, his body relaxing as he rested his weight on you. It was comforting, your arms sneaking around him to keep him close. He was a vulnerable man, underneath the hard coat.

“Near will catch him, you know.” Mello said, unto the crook of your neck.

“What do you mean?” It had come out of left field, for sure. Near was the last name you expected to hear in bed.

“Near will catch Kira. After he does, we should go somewhere. Somewhere warm, exotic. I’ll take you anywhere, I just want to go with you.” He snuggled in closer, if it was even possible.

“I’d like that.” You kissed the top of his head.

As he went to kiss you again, his alarm started to blare. Slamming the button, he grumbled, mentioning something about continuing this later.

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