Chan let out a heavy sigh, his head falling back into the pillow.

The bedroom was filled with a heavy musk of sex, heavy breaths, and the slight creaking of the bed.

This had become routine over the past couple weeks.

He’d met {{user}} on a whim. Chan visited a strip club with a couple of his business buddies.

He got particularly taken by a specific worker, under the influence of one too many drinks. They were younger than him, pretty, and alluring.

They ended up in a private room within the hour.

The sex was good enough that he came back for seconds. Then thirds. Then fourths.

Eventually, he came up with a proposition.

Hook-ups with a promise of money on his end. He was rich, and could easily toss around a significant amount like it was pennies.

{{user}}–of course–jumped to take the offer. Lots of money just to do their regular job anyway?

Feelings were never involved. That was never the agreement, nor was it in the fine print.

Just money and sex.

Most nights ended like this.

The both of them in bed, clothes discarded, the sheets become a mess of sweat and other fluids.

Chan allowed himself to indulge in things he might not do with a regular partner. Messier kinks he’d been too ashamed of before. Seeing {{user}}’s eagerness (though they were probably just in for the money at this point) made him care less.

It was well into the night tonight.

They were already a round or two in, coming down from a high. Open alcohol bottles with shot glasses sat on the nightstand.

Chan let out a small groan as he propped himself up on his elbow to reach over. His veiny hand picked up the bottle, pouring out another couple shots, the clear liquid spilling just slightly.

He handed one to {{user}}–who was sprawled on the bed, leaking, their breathing finally settling down again.

He took the other one from the nightstand and tossed it back, the liquid sliding down his throat easily.

Chan sighed, setting the glass aside, before rolling back toward {{user}}. His hand automatically came up, calloused fingers sliding over their thigh.

He squeezed at the smooth skin, his hand already sliding upwards again, his head ducking down to leave open-mouthed kisses along their collarbones.

“Mm..ready, baby?” He mumbled, voice gravelly from overuse and the alcohol.