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“I need to know what name to moan out,” he says, slipping a hand down the front of the man’s pants. “Don’t I?”

“Chester – fuck,” he says, voice going rough as Trent strokes him through his boxers. “It’s Chester.”

“Well, Chester,” he says, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and beginning to drag them down his thighs as he sinks to the floor, “I promise to make sure the risk is worthwhile.”

* * *

Trent doesn’t givehim any time to have second thoughts, kneeling easily – and if Chester hadn’t been hard before, the sight of the kid’s grin going slack and the head of his cock disappearing into that smart mouth would’ve been more than enough to do it. His mouth is better at this, Chester decides quickly, than it was at getting him out of trouble. He laps and sucks with greed in a way that has Chester’s toes curling in his stupid work shoes, that has his legs feeling suddenly boneless as Trent takes him deep.

He looks up at Chester after a moment and Chester can tell he’s pleased that he’s being watched. He pulls off momentarily, pumping Chester instead with a quick hand, smile spit-slicked and smug before he lays a long lick against his cock, all while maintaining eye contact.

“Jesus,” Chester breathes out. The kid snorts, proud of himself maybe, before swallowing around him again. Chester reaches a hand down and threads it through his messy hair, appreciating the way Trent bobs down onto his cock. The kid is good at this – and it shouldn’t surprise him, with the way he’d offered it so quickly.

And somehow the thought of it – the shoplifter slutty and eager to please, ready to be used at the drop of a hat – is turning Chester on even more.

* * *

Trent starts to build a rhythm, and Chester’s hand goes tight in his hair.

“Not so fast,” he says.

He’s almost tempted to keep going, just to see how rough this guy will get. Instead, Trent pulls off, smiling and stroking him slowly with his hand. He sits back on his heels and peers up.

“Yeah, you want to enjoy this,” Trent says. “In fact, why don’t you take a load off?” He rises and gestures to the chair behind the desk. Chester follows his gaze and must agree because after a moment, he’s stepping out of his shoes and the abandoned garments on the floor. His thick hard-on bobs in front of him as he crosses the small office back to his chair. Trent follows, but when he goes to sink down between Chester’s knees, the man stops him.

“You’re not getting off that easy.”

He reaches past Trent, retrieving the bottle of lube he’d tried to shoplift.

“Hey – I’m just happy to be getting off at all,” Trent says with a smile. He doesn’t have to be told what to do. Trent kicks off his own shoes and wriggles out of his jeans, gasping when Chester pulls him forward by the hip, a hand already making its way behind him and to his ass. “Fuck.”

He turns around and steadies himself against the desk. He’s ready to be prepped and taken hard – and he’s shocked when Chester starts to tease him, tracing a slicked fingertip around his hole. Trent groans, his face going warm and his own erection suddenly more intense.

The guy’s hot and he knows what he’s doing.

Whoever said crime doesn’t pay had no fucking clue what they were talking about.

Chester traces and teases, pressing his finger in only slightly before moving again and never deep enough to be satisfying. It’s maddening, and Trent realizes that he’s started to work his hips in little helpless motions – so ready for it, wanting to be filled and feeling like it’s long overdue.

“You want it that bad, huh?” he asks — and Trent can tell just from the sound of his voice that he’s smiling. He manages an affirmative groan in response.

Finally, Chester presses a finger into him and Trent breathes out in relief. He goes slowly – like he actually cares whether or not he’s hurting Trent, which is a definite plus – and strokes into him like he really wants to get him off and not just get him ready. Trent finds himself moaning in spite of himself.

“You’re tight for a slut,” Chester says abruptly, low and without any maliciousness – but the word hits Trent like a slap, his mouth falling open and cock bobbing against thin air.

“Oh my God,” Trent mutters, rutting inadvertently back against the man’s hand. Chester meets him with intensity, fucking him a little faster with his hand.

“Do you like being called that?” Chester asks, almost hilariously tender.

“Jesus,” Trent says, still working his hips back to urge Chester’s hand deeper, faster. “Yeah, I – yeah, yes.”

“You ready for more?”

“Please.”

Chester doesn’t make him wait – withdrawing only as long as it takes him to slick another finger. He stands now, steadying Trent with one hand on his hip and fucking him open with the other.

“You were hoping I’d use you from the minute you laid eyes on me,” Chester says, his voice low. “What would you have done if I took you back here and got rough?”

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