They were both way too busy for relationships. But they trusted each other enough to carry on like this. That made things both easy and enjoyable. Django certainly wouldn’t keep coming back for more if Chasin was a bad lay. Chasin probably wouldn’t either if he felt like Django wasn’t satisfying him.

Django hummed in approval, sidling up behind Chasin to press flush against his back. He hadn’t bothered to take anything off yet, but the growing bulge in his pants was pretty clear regardless.

“I know we’ve got this nice comfy bed, but I kinda want to fuck you against the window first.”