“Not today.” Chen Jun was leaning back, his elbows bracing him up against the mattress, giving Xiaokai a smile that he imagined only he had the “privilege” to see—predatory and feral and hungry, like he was getting ready to swallow Xiaokai whole. “You look prettiest without it.”

Xiaokai sauntered toward him. He knelt slowly at Chen Jun’s feet, rubbing his cheek against his pant leg. “What do you want today?” His voice was low and sweet, crooning. Chen Jun slid his hand onto Xiaokai, knotted into his hair.

“Suck me off.”

Xiaokai pulled down Chen Jun’s zipper with his teeth. He mouthed at the bulge underneath sloppily, clumsily, like he was starving for the taste, and then he pulled down the underwear and took him into his mouth. Chen Jun let out a muffled groan.

Notes about Chen Jun:

Sixty-two years old. One of the most prominent names in the List, holds almost as much power as Liu Baiyan and Sun Yue. Like Kang Haichi, he’d requested time with Liu Xiaokai almost as soon as Sun Yue had announced Liu Xiaokai was available. He was mostly harmless in their appointments; he always wanted Liu Xiaokai to wear the little dresses and thigh-highs. Sometimes he requested wigs and heels and makeup too, but those were less common. In any case, at the end of the appointments the outfits were invariably destroyed. Chen Jun was otherwise pretty vanilla, but he enjoyed tearing up the outfits and smearing the makeup. The relationship he liked to cultivate between them was almost that of a father and son, which was not something Xiaokai liked to think too hard about, but that meant that he was almost tender before and after their sessions—and if he had the impression that someone was hurting Xiaokai, he’d almost lose his mind.

If Xiaokai had bruises when he arrived to their session, Chen Jun would lose his mind.

He was fucking Xiaokai’s throat now, panting almost feverishly, the hand he’d tangled into Xiaokai’s hair tightening its grip and holding his head in place while he thrust his hips. Xiaokai was just holding onto his legs and doing his best to breathe through his nose, letting out a high whine every now and then to give the impression that he was enjoying all of this.

“Ah—Xiaokai—Xiao—kai—”

Xiaokai looked up at him.

“Ride me, sweetheart.”