WORK ARRANGEMENTS

Det. Hu Jian x Linghu Tao

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The din of downtown Tenpei was silenced with the shutting of the door. Almost immediately, Hu Jian broke that peace with a holler. "Anyone home? Ya didn't send me here for shits 'n giggles, right?"

It was a coin toss on whether he'd be incensed if that was the case. Could be a weighted one, though. Did the shower have hot water? Spare clothes? Nah, the second one was a stupid question. There always was. Kinda shit if a diva's safehouse didn't have a selection of 'fits to swap into for blending in—or standing out—with the crowd. But a nice bathroom? There better be one, because Hu Jian just passed over stopping by the only diner on the way with toilets that didn't smell like the sewers, and he'd spent all afternoon at the fish market that already radiated a physically powerful stench.

Hand bracing against the wall, he leaned down to pry his shoes off. It was then that a presence made itself known from the couch in the living room—familiar and eye-searingly red.

"Yuck," Linghu Tao said, sniggering as he fanned his hand before his face. "Just crawled outta some whale guts did ya, Lao Hu?"

"Shut your mouth," Hu Jian grumbled. He kicked off his boots, enjoying the thuds of thick soles hitting the wall. "I stopped a cata… I stopped a big mess from reekin' up all of southwest Tenpei."

Louder snickers. "Can't spell catastrophe, can ya?"

He ignored the taunt and headed straight for the shower, unbuttoning his shirt along the way. Whether there would be anything he could change into was a question for later—anyway, wasn't he here as a booty call? And despite the sniggering, Linghu Tao followed him like a routine: stepping over discarded pieces of clothing, he slipped into the bathroom as Hu Jian kicked the door shut. The lock slid into place at the same time as he let his belt slide to the ceramic floor, making twin clinks.

There was only a plain showerhead, but the place was decently stocked. Good enough. He stepped in, cranking the heat up to the max. Hot water poured down in a kick of steam, and he ducked under it. And Linghu Tao's eyes were already on his back, eating up the view. Leave it to a rich kid to be a freak. Hu Jian was built like the scant few trees growing in the shit side of Tenpei: entombed under a layer of concrete, sheer resilience forced through a hardy sprout. By the time somebody noticed, half the sidewalk was bulging from thick roots. The damages were permanent, but eh, he survived.

He let his muscles relax under the barrage for a moment before finally running his hands through his hair, wetting them proper. Through the noise of the water, he could hear Linghu Tao shucking off his shirt and chain. The pop of the shampoo cap echoed the pop of a trousers' button.

"Gimme that," Linghu Tao purred as he stepped into the shower, plucking the bottle away. That purr was how Hu Jian knew the game was on.

He reached around to hand it over, but the brat didn't just grab it—he slid into the space between Hu Jian and the wall, where the water wouldn't fall straight on him. It gave Hu Jian a faceful of a foxy grin: playful, with a hint of canines, and horny. The showerhead was switched off.

The brat made a show of pouring out the shampoo, rubbing it into a foamy slather. "Hmm, I'm struggling to reach here," he said airily, like a liar. "Can ya get down to my height?"

Hu Jian was shorter by a thumb even before this dandy's high heels. He clearly just wanted him on his knees.

Nobody ever rooted for Hu Jian's self-respect though, so he squatted reaaal pretty—that was, unflattering. But Linghu Tao only hummed cheerily and started digging his claws into this iron skull, 'massaging' shampoo into the oily hair. It was almost relaxing enough clawing to nod off to.

"Since ya down there already, why don't ya do something 'bout it?"

He blinked back awake. It only gave him an eyeful of a chubbing dick and a smug dick.

Annoyance flared in his head, but Lao Zhou's laughing voice echoed right after, reminding him why he was here to begin with—"Exactly whose cock did you suck that you got paid with this beauty, huh?" It had been a wristwatch. Hu Jian only knew that it was waterproof, because it survived some swims in the canals, but Lao Zhou informed him that the thing was almost a thousand sepal. From sucking one cock. Alternatives with that kind of payout would probably involve geriatric patrons deeply beloved by friends and families for their upcoming will, and the nice thing about fucking Linghu Tao was that he didn't need to imagine a really sexy balloon to stay hard.

Deciding that the bigger man wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth—or a sugar daddy in the crotch—Hu Jian grabbed the half-hard cock before his face and started stroking.

"Ah, right," he said as he looked up, squinting from foam getting on his forehead. "Don't try jamming y'dick too hard for shits 'n giggles, yeah?" He squeezed, grin all teeth. "Don't wanna dislodge my fake teeth while Little Taozi's right there, eh?"

It was confirmation that they were a match in hell that Linghu Tao's dick didn't need a blow-up doll to stay hard next to those dental terrors. In fact, he snickered as he yanked Hu Jian's hair, directing him back to shutting the fuck up and fondling his balls.

A faint, nostalgic taste of soap hit both his tongue and nose as Hu Jian went down to work. Little Taozi was nothing to unhinge his jaw for, but the years were probably getting to him; the squat and tilt of his head strained like a bitch. Still, he was a professional, and wrapped his wet tongue round the underside nimbly enough.

Despite the breathy moan, Linghu Tao still had the presence of mind to goad, "Ya look real pretty down there, Shushu. Use ya real estate, yea?"

Hu Jian shut him up by grabbing his asscheeks, parting them to reveal a puckered hole. There was a yelp and a jolt, which sent his cock right up the roof of Hu Jian's throat, and in revenge he circled and pressed a callused middle finger in. It faked a rejection before sucking his finger right in, wet and hot and snug.

Hah. What a slut. Ignoring the fact that he was the prostitute in this work arrangement, Hu Jian suppressed his smirk by hollowing his cheeks and turning his focus to matching the pace of his fingers to the bobbing of his head. He was rewarded by a groan from above. Ego ballooning, he swallowed around the head and moved from one finger to two, then three, thrusting the same time he sucked. When his mouth was sore enough to burn, he pressed his fingers into that bundle of nerves, digging in until that bratty fox finally busted his nut.

Ignoring the yank on his hair, he pulled away and spat out the cum.

"Yuck," Linghu Tao snickered, a pest even with his cock soft.

Hu Jian bared his teeth, which still tasted nasty. "Now get ya ass out. I wanna shower."

With annoying snickers, he was left alone to finish his shower. By the time he stepped out, naked, pinkish and sorta steaming like freshly boiled crab, Linghu Tao was playing with himself on the king-sized bed. He looked real cozy swallowed by the bed, eyes half-closed in crescents.

He simpered as he noticed Hu Jian's entry. "Ya wanna ring, Shushu, or are ya getting too old to cum?"

"Wish your mouth's as nice 'n shut as your hole," was the grumbled reply. Hu Jian climbed onto the bed and crawled right between those legs, which readily spread like a well-trained whore. Amid further tittering, he tossed the brat's left leg over his shoulder like a sack of rice and took his cock in hand. In this position, Linghu Tao's hips hovered in the air as his right knee found a solid—but moving—perch over Hu Jian's elbow, perfectly poised to bounce. The smirk on his face, framed by his heaving chest, hardening cock, and twig hands gripping the pillows, spoke volumes about how ready he was to get drilled into the mattress.

And they've been doing this enough for Hu Jian to know the drill. So, without warning, he pushed the head of his cock against that entrance and plunged right home, only pausing when he'd been swallowed to the root. Giving Linghu Tao no chance to breathe around his girth, he then pulled out and got down to pounding, making the bed whine louder than Linghu Tao's choked moans.

"Liked that, huh?" he snarked as the brat's jaw slackened with each hard thrust. The headboard banged against the wall, drool trailing down the side of his mouth with the rocking of the bed. "Slut. Looking around for men your dad's age to rail you 'til you're just a gaping asshole filled with cum." Another thrust, then Hu Jian slapped the thigh pressing against his chest. The sound rang bright amid all the rhythmic cries. "Whaddaya need these legs for anyway, huh? Girly fags like you are just pillow princesses who don't get outta bed, ya just wait for the next burly guy with a fat cock to let out a load in your loose hole."

Linghu Tao jerked at the heavy slap, back straightening as another moan was ripped out from his mouth. Hu Jian took this as an agreement.

"Might's well make bein' a whore your day job too," he barked as he leaned forward, curling Linghu Tao's body further and planting both hands on the mattress below them for better grip. Bent over his patron, Hu Jian rested his forehead on a skinny chest before rutting into him like a street mongrel dog. Fuck, that's good. He panted heavy and wet against sweaty skin, eyes starting to roll back, instincts only able to think of chasing his own release.

Folded in half and pinned into the mattress, Linghu Tao could only let out broken whines as his tongue lolled, limp, taking everything he was given. Every now and then his cock, hard and dripping, would brush against the scarred expanse of Hu Jian's torso, or prod against a plush, tattooed tit, and a louder moan would fill the room.

Were it another day, Hu Jian would've fished out an underwear and shoved it into that mouth, growling at him to sound less like a desperate whore looking for holiday money. Today, though, he was beat from work and was just looking to cum.

From the sounds of it, the brat was on board.

After a while, a tension on his back and the slightly pained tint to Linghu Tao's harsh whines stirred his brain-part to semi-awareness. With a heavy grunt, Hu Jian pulled back to catch his breath. The labored noises relaxed, but that little fox's eye opened to a slit, too, watching him through a layer of haze. Hu Jian grunted him an explanation to keep his demanding ass appeased. "Changin' positions."

He let Linghu Tao's thigh slide off his arm, drawing a pained hiss. Hard to tell if it was from the strain on his legs or on his lower back—both would probably be fucked within a decade with the kinda fucking he liked to get, but well-deserved given the dicking he otherwise liked to force upon this old personal prostitute. Hu Jian just gave him a moment to adjust before rolling him over to his stomach, helping him pull over the pillow so that it sat below his chin and chest, instead of right under his face.

Then he gripped that raised hip, lined his cock back up, and pounded.

Hu Jian was getting on in years, and it was affecting how he was getting it on—but with this slut of a brat, all he needed to do was rut and chase his own climax hard enough, and the bed would be all wet from Linghu Tao leaking from his cock, fucked asshole, open mouth, and tears. The hole he was fucking twitched as it stretched around the girth pounding in deeper, but it could no longer teasingly clench as the whore it was attached to moaned louder than cats in heat with each impact.

Reducing a yapping brat into a drooling, mewling mess desperate for cock was always satisfying.

With that sudden thought buoying his mood, Hu Jian raised a hand and swung it down, hard, on Linghu Tao's asscheek. Letting out a joyous growl at the choked cry, he grabbed the brat by the back of his head and tugged at his hair, making his slender back arch further, as he—

Pulled out and came all over Linghu Tao. Stroking his cock, he pumped out strings after strings of cum, marking the pale, unblemished skin of this rich, loud slut.

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Like always, there was a selection of foreign beer in the fridge. Hu Jian swiped a whole armful of them that didn't look too much like they were for a bougie girl. He knew a handful of French, but they all were words that made him taste soap in his meals for three days. It wasn't much help. All the labels had those foppish curls.

Linghu Tao yapped noisily as he avoided the ice cold cans pouring onto the bed, insensitive to the fact that he was limbless from a good fuck—oh, and naked. Hu Jian climbed back in, took a swig, and relaxed into the bed.

"Ya really dozing off without checking what's in the nightstand beside ya?"

The sleepiness that was setting in evaporated as his ears perked. Right. He almost forgot about that dang thing.

"What'd ya get me?" Despite asking, he didn't wait. Turning over to his stomach, he pulled the drawer wide open—and was greeted with the most beautiful girl he'd seen all day.

"Lao Zhou's gonna be shittin' in jealousy once he gets a load'a this," he said, a shit-eating grin on his face as he twisted the gun around to savor every inch of detail. He might've graduated high school because they couldn't kick him out, but what he lacked in commonplace intelligence he made up in knowing that this bad baby was the chimera pistol's newest prototype, and the best thing since a rotisserie chicken spinner.

Linghu Tao radiated smugness as he watched his sugar baby fondle and mouth his new gun, a drink in hand.

Hu Jian pressed a kiss against the cold metal, grinned, and put it back on the bedside table. For once, his expression was appeasing. "'Nother round?"

— END.