In Django’s defense, he’s been thinking about Chasin in a slinky dress long before they arrived in this beautiful world and got settled into this beautiful hotel. On the other hand, it really doesn’t take a lot for Chasin to get Django riled up. Even if their history didn’t tell the elder bounty hunter he was in for a good time, his junior’s sexy and eager and that goes a long way.

Django pressed closer until he had Chasin pinned between his body and the glass. Did he care if anyone down below saw them? No, not really. And Chasin didn’t have any objections. It’s not like they were on the ground floor where they could be easily seen. If someone happened to look up, well, that was on them.

He ran his calloused hands up Chasin’s thighs, under that skirt that left so very little and yet just enough to the imagination – not that Django had to imagine; he’s seen everything Chasin’s got to offer before this. There’s no shyness or hesitance in the way Django goes straight for the younger man’s dick, coiling his fingers around it to begin a slow and steady stroking. At the same time, Django leaned in, nosing through Chasin’s hair to get his mouth on the back of the other bounty hunter’s neck.