Page 54 of The Chameleon

It was like seeing an angel in all its glory.

Both an experience and an honor.

“That’s a good boy, take it all,” Matteo groaned, sliding his shaft into Ares’s mouth. “Swallow every last inch of it.”

Using his tongue, he licked the shaft from base to tip before swallowing it down once again.

With each sinful moan and each tug of his hair, Ares lost himself.

“Show me how much you worship this dick,” Matteo growled, tightening his grip on Ares’s hair and giving it a torturous tug.

Eyes flaring, Ares let out a growl before taking control once again.

Matteo let out a whimper. He loved the power exchange between the two of them. They were both masters and slaves to one another. They gave and took. Ordered and received. And right now, it was Ares’s turn to service the Italian hunk standing before him.

Unleashing the beast, Ares began his assault on Matteo’s solid cock. Swallowing, licking, jerking. Faster and faster, he gave in to every whimper, every moan, every jerk of Matteo’s spasming body.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck. Ar—” was all Matteo was able to get out before loads of warm cum shot down Ares’s throat.

Gasping and jerking, Matteo’s body convulsed until his balls were drained and his legs became weak.

Popping his mouth off of Matteo’s spent cock, Ares wiped the last of his own cum off the tip of his dick and added it to the rest of his seed as it slowly mixed with water and slid down the drain.

Panting and exhausted, Ares carefully stood up, looking cum drunk into Matteo’s eyes.

Lost in the moment, they both leaned in and kissed one another.

God, he missed this.

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MATTEO

Scrolling through his messages, Matteo reopened the message from Jared. He reread the text and rolled his eyes. Why couldn’t people just use words when sending messages? What was with all this short form, emoji, shit, nonsensical letters that were supposed to form words… or sentences… or phrases… or… fuck, just let the aliens come take these kids and bring some sanity back to earth.

“Hey, Ares, what do you think this means?” Matteo took a screenshot and then sent a text to Ares, who was literally sitting six feet away from him at the kitchen table.

Ares's phone dinged, and he checked the message.

“What do you mean?” Ares asked, reading the message and looking up at him confused.

“Well, Jared wrote, ‘NBD, but I think Levi might have broken the karaoke machine.’ What the fuck does NBD mean?” Matteo never felt so old in his life. It seemed like every day, the boys were using some new word or acronym that he had never even heard of. What the fuck was “woke,” and when did this suddenly become a thing?

“No big deal,” Ares replied without even looking up from his phone. He was scrolling through something and seemed to be distracted by what he was reading.

NBD… No big deal. What the fuck. Well… someone was a little smarty pants.

“And how about this one? ‘Don’t open the message that Diesel sent if you’re around any human beings. It’s NSFW.’”

“Not safe for work,” Ares mumbled once again, eyes still locked on his phone.

“Not safe for work?” Matteo whispered to himself. What the fuck does that mean?

Matteo scrolled to the message Diesel had sent just after two a.m. this morning.

“Woah!” Matteo shouted, turning his face away in shock.

“What? What is it?” Ares snapped, suddenly materializing above Matteo’s shoulder.

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