bsumone | ❝ You’re a good-lookin’ man. ❞

“None of us fit in here, don’t sweat it.” Off-worlders were usually very easy to spot in this place. Django didn’t give a shit. The only caveat this world’s governments had was that the visitors don’t cause trouble. Which basically meant it was neutral ground. But, again, they didn’t let a lot of visitors in to ensure everything remained status quo peaceful.

It didn’t take long for Django to book the room. A nice one with a view. Not that they’ll be paying much attention to the view for long. Django tossed the keycard on the table as they walked in and gave Chasin a curious look, one brow lifted.

“Whaddya think? Just as nice as outside?”

Following after him, he looked around the place then grinned when they got to the room. Oh sure he still needed to go and change into the dress but there was something that was going to be a priority first. That fucking bed. Grinning wide, Chasin dropped his bag next to the door for the bathroom then went and launched himself into the air to belly flop onto the bed.

"Shiiiiiiit! This is fucking nice!"

Yep. Definitely as nice as outside.

He can’t help a chuckle when Chasin flopped face-first onto the bed. Django followed suit, but instead of flopping somewhere else on the spacious bed, he flopped right on top of Chasin. Yeah, Django had a playful side, too. Most didn’t get close enough to ever see it – most were too intimidated by his reputation to even try. Or they just wanted to one-up him. As upstarts often try to do.

Sorry, Chasin, you’re stuck here now. The dress will just have to wait a little longer.

“Mm,” he hummed in agreement, wiggling a little on top of the younger bounty hunter. “Very nice.”

Well so much for getting up to change right away. That was fine though because this was comfortable. Even if he'd needed to let out a little 'oof!' at the sudden weight on top of him. Wiggling himself under Django to be more comfy, he twisted his head to look back at him a bit.

"Oh so you're the type who likes a hard bed." Chasin grinned at him then. He was extremely slender but he had some muscle to him! Enough to definitely be hard compared to a fluffy bed like this.

Django huffed a small laugh.

“Oh, no. I like a soft bed very much. But I like any bed better when there’s someone between me and it.” Especially when that someone also happens to be someone Django likes on a personal level. Chasin’s fun, except when he’s serious. Django’s seen him work so he’s well aware what kind of man he is. Chasin reminds him of himself when he was a young man. He’s got a bright future, as far as Django can tell. He focuses on the work, but makes it fun when he can. He doesn’t feel the need to prove himself as a bounty hunter. He’s not into sabotaging others so he can get ahead.

And, frankly, he’s a good lay.

“Guess I should let you up,” he sighed. But he’s also eager to see what kind of slinky dress Chasin picked out for him.

"I mean, if you wanna see how sweet my ass looks in it then yeah."

He laughed and wiggled his ass under him as if that somehow proved a point. Then he looked back at him and stuck his tongue out, showing off that piercing that was there. Grinning after, Chasin settled down again, super happy to wait for freedom.

“Like I haven’t seen your ass before,” he shot back. Even as he spoke, he chuckled and rolled himself off the younger man. The bed was planet big enough for them both to sprawl, so just rolling to one side was fine.

Django did reach over and pat his ass with a smirk before Chasin could get up. “Go on then. Get changed.” Just so Django could, eventually, peel Chasin out of it.

"But you haven't seen it in a slinky dress." Chasin hauled himself up and wiggled his ass when it got patted before grabbing his bag to head into the bathroom. Right away Django would hear him whistle at the looks of the bathroom before he closed the door and went about changing.

When he came back out he was in a gold dress that showed off his back and legs real nice. And it sure did show off the curve of his ass too. He smiled as he came over and did a little spin to show off the dress to him.

"What do you think? Perfect right?"

It was Django’s turn to whistle when Chasin emerged from the bathroom in that shimmery little number that left very little to the imagination. Or rather, Django thought, just enough. It isn’t like he hasn’t to imagine – he’s seen everything Chasin has to offer more than once. However, seeing the younger man in something like this? Something that’s just suggestive enough to arouse even Django’s curiosity, it’s exactly what he hoped for when he said he wanted Chasin in something slinky. It compliments his body quite well, showing off his skin, and ink, and shape. Despite being a slim guy, Chasin’s got that lithe muscle that, covered by most clothing, remains hidden from the eye.

Now sitting on the edge of the bed, Django gave him a blatant over and nodded his approval. The spin was nice, but that doesn’t stop Django from pushing himself off the bed to walk around Chasin for a closer look. He trailed his calloused fingers along the young man’s arm, over his bare back, across a shoulder.

“Looks perfect. But that all depends on what you’ve got on underneath it.” Nothing, he hoped.

There was definitely nothing under the dress. Chasin wasn't here to mess around. Well, not in that way. Grinning, he glanced over his shoulder at him. Oh he knew that Django was going to love what he found. And that was going to be really fun for him to see him discover.

"Guess you'll have to find out. I'm not gonna spoil the surprise."

Neither of them were there to waste time. Sure, they could play around a little – like they were now – but they both knew what they were about. That’s what makes hanging out with Chasin so relaxing. Even when they’re hooking up, Chasin’s easy-going and knew his worth. He’s not someone trying to prove himself to others. He’s only out there to prove what he’s capable of to himself.

And now? They’re both just ready to have some fun. That’s the nice thing about their bets. No one really loses.

Django ran his hand along Chasin’s side, slow and teasing in spite of his eagerness. He’s sure he’s going to find exactly what he expects when his hand finally dipped under the hem of his skirt to trail up the back of his thigh and casually grope Chasin’s ass.

He smiled more when he felt that hand dip under the skirt of the dress to grab his ass. Shifting his hips back into his hand, he looked over his shoulder at him. "Like your surprise? That touch was all me."

Chasin did love to make things easy for getting in someone's pants, after all. Or in his. Or his lack of at the moment. He wasn't really here for romantic connections because it just wasn't his style. And the fact that no one seemed to hold his attention long enough for it to matter. But easy fucks? Oh he was all about those because it was a great way to have some easy fun without having to think about it too deeply.

And Django was his favorite easy fuck.

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.”

Another great thing about Django? How fast he got turned on. Chasin hummed as he shifted his hips back so he could rub his ass right against that amazing bulge, smiling more and more as he looked over at the window. Right there where anyone looking up would have a fucking fantastic show.

He loved it.

"Do it."

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.

That mouth made him shudder as much as that hand did. Moaning, he pressed his hands against the glass to make it easier to push back into what was being done to him as well as to grind his hips against the ones behind him. He was already running his tongue over his upper lip as he let his eyes slide partway closed. They'd only just started and he was already this fucking turned on. Not that that was a surprise. He was always ready to go with Django just because he knew the sex was going to be fucking amazing.

Pressing his forehead to the glass, he sighed at how cool it felt. "Fuck your hand always feels great."

A roughness to it that came from getting out there and being willing to get those hands dirty. Willing to put in the work rather than focus on all the prissy care it took to keep skin soft. It made for the greatest fucking handjobs.

Putting in the work was something Django's done for the better part of the last few decades. Calloused hands and a fearsome reputation weren't the only things he earned from it. Enemies, scars, a creaky joint or two. Right now, none of that really mattered. Right now, what mattered was that hot, young body pressing back against him, the taste of Chasin's skin beneath his mouth, the smell of him filling Django's mind with every breath, and...

Django chuckled softly, a mere puff of warm breath against the spot where hed dampened Chasin's skin.

"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about your dick."

Shivering from the feel of that hot air cooling damp skin, he moaned softly. Fingers dragging on the glass caused a smeared drag that showed where his hands had been only a moment ago. Just started but already such a mess. Exactly the way he loved it to be honest. No way would he want it any other way when it came to sex with Django.

A soft laugh left him after that. "Yeah? That excited by my dick?"

“Your dick, your pretty mouth, your tight little asshole.” The whole package turned Django on. Not just because Chasin was easy on the eyes, either. The sex was great and it never complicated things beyond the bedroom. Django’s got enough complications with fuck buddies who get clingy.

Returning his lips to Chasin’s throat, he continued stroking him. He loved how quickly things escalated between them and how damn messy it got. If Chasin wanted to get jerked off before Django pounded him into the bed, he’a perfectly fine with that. The weight and heat of that cock in his hand was thrilling. Knowing that he’s the reason Chasin’s hard, anticipating the younger man blowing his load against the glass…. It’s so fucking erotic.

"It's taken some pretty big dick too. But I'm quick to recover."

He laughed and rocked his hips as he dropped his head back against the man more. All to expose his throat better to him. Fuck dresses were great. He should start wearing them or skirts more often. Easy access. Nice and breezy. Fucking perfect for shit like this.

"Gonna blow all over this glass if ya keep this up..."

Not a complaint in the slightest.

"Oh, I know," he assured in a breathless voice against the side of Chasin's neck. A quiet groan rumbled against the younger man's skin when he pushed back against Django. Django, still fully clothed, rock hard, and oh-so-eager for where the evening was going. His hips rocked, grinding shamelessly against Chasin's ass as his hand worked quicker, twisting and tugging that sensitive flesh with only one purpose in mind.

"Go ahead."

❝ You’re a good-lookin’ man. ❞

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