According to various scientific researches, hormones become crazy with the arrival of summer. In the late days of June, two eager men lie in bed on a Sunday morning. Long time ago a redhead and a blond developed the ritual of pleasing each other ineffably whenever summer was approaching. Especially on Sunday mornings, with the first glance they would see each other and something begins to feel fuzzy and warm, until the heat inside them increases and the hot feeling travels further down south. Lips met; graciously following the trail of his tender skin down his defined abs. Eyes gaze upon each other, their hands faintly touching. Bodies arch, naked. Their breaths are heavy pants.
A phone rang. Blond hair was pushed back by pale hands.
"It's Rod," the blond mewled.
"Go ahead," he sighed. They turned. The blond was on top of the redhead.
"Are… Are you sure, Matt?" Redhead was inside him. Mello raised and lowered his body on his member. Matt gave a nod.
"Morning, boss."
The boss talked about a new job and the new plans. "A-ha… y-yeah!" His head fell back, exposed skin is kissed and licked by velvet lips and a flicking tongue. Matt finds the right spot. Rod keeps talking. Meet up with some clan. Kill, take, and leave. Fuck this. Fuck him. "Y-Yes, boss."
He can feel him smirking against his neck. Mello's hand in Matt's hair, pulling. The blond soundlessly gasping at the pleasure. Fuck me, Matt. "Of course… Oh- uuh yes!" Rod asking him if something is wrong. "N-No.."
This is becoming unbearable. Mello is riding him, fast and hard. Matt is kissing him, licking him, fucking him. Oh yes. Yes. "M-My head hurts… yeah, too much vodka again…" Even though he doesn't drink. Heavenly. Matt's cock is hitting this spot again. Again. Fuck. "Tomorrow… A-ahh I see!"
Mello is flipped, Matt pounding into him hard and fast. Gasps and soft moans. Mello bites into Matt's shoulder, muffling a scream. The pleasure is so unbearable.
"Yes, Boss. Of course, boss. I will, boss. I… Oh Fuck!" Shit. It slipped.
"No, I.. h-hit my toe. Y-yeah! Talk to you later, boss."
"M-Mahh..mhh.." Lips crash together, passionate, wet, hot. Damn. Kissing him is heavenly. "M-more.." He fucks him. Harder. Faster. Fuck, yes. Matt is never loud. He's aggressive. Sexy. Not loud.
Mello gasps and sighs, then gives a loud moan. "Oh fuck! Fuck me…" He tightens and Matt growls into his ear. Matt moans his name, biting Mello's neck. He marks him every time. "Mello… oh you're so tight. So sexy."
Both can't take anymore. Arching bodies, loud cries. Pleasure. Shuddering. "Mhh… Matt…"
They lie next to each other, lightly touching. Mello grabs his phone, to see the time.
"End call" it says on the screen.
Shit.