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It wasn't too often that Stiles got to do his work in classy locations. The people who wanted someone like him usually had him doing in house visits to lonely house wives or taking people looking for something naughty but not too shady to swinger clubs. He knew how he looked, took advantage of it even. Thankfully he'd dressed to fit the occasion in his nicest I'm Totally Not A Hooker clothes so he made it to the front desk without getting tossed out with security.

"Hey there," He leaned on the front desk for all of five seconds before the look the receptionist gave him had him straightening up. "I've got an... apppointment with Mr. Whittemore up in the luxury suite. Can you call it up to confirm?" The pursed lip look didn't go away but she picked up the phone and turned away from him. Looks like they didn't want to risk offending someone who was throwing money their way. Good to know.

All too quickly the receptionist hung up and gave him terse directions to the floor and room he'd want. "Thanks. And don't worry, I'll be gone in the morning. You won't even know I was here."

A short elevator ride later, Stiles was knocking on a door that probably cost more than his entire apartment combined. Who the hell put gold leaf on a freaking door anyways?

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Jackson got comfortable on the bed, letting his legs fall open and leaning back on his hands to give Stiles room to work. It was a miracle he managed to stay upright, mostly because he wanted to see Stiles swallow him down.

He had a feeling he could come from just this blow job. Some of the girls he'd been with had to work twice as hard to get him off, most couldn't, even when he was relaxed and loose like he was now. Their jaws got sore too soon for he to work himself up to that point. It said something but Jackson had gotten much too good at ignoring it.

"I could go for two," he panted lightly as his hips twitched. "If you fuck me afterwards."

Yeah. His filters and inhibitions were definitely on extended vacation.

If you fuck me afterwards.

The line was like an electric shock down his spine leaving a pit of heat building in his stomach. It was one thing to get it up for a job, another to want one of his clients this badly. Stiles honestly couldn't remember the last time that had really happened. And he wanted to make sure he blew this guy's mind so he'd maybe come back for more. Stiles looked up at him, made sure Jackson was watching real closely before he took Jackson's dick all the way to the base.

He swallowed around him once and then pulled back, only to repeat the move. One hand stayed on Jackson's hip to make sure he didn't choke him by bucking his hips up too fast. You only let that happen once before making sure never again.

It wasn't as thought Jackson could look anywhere else, rapt as he watched Stiles take him all the way into his mouth - And why was the hotter than anything he'd ever seen, how easy Stiles made it look? It wasn't even remotely comparable to the times he'd gotten head from girls. The mark of a professional, maybe. Fuck if Jackson knew.

He couldn't stop the faint tremble in his legs when Stiles deep-throated him, letting himself fall back on the covers with a drawn-out groan when it happened a second time. It felt so good.

"Fuck," Jackson gasped out. His hips gave an abortive jerk but surprisingly, he listened to the way Stiles' hands were telling him to keep still. It wasn't long before he was pushing himself back up on his elbows, not wanting to miss the way Stiles' lips looked stretched around his cock or how he would look blowing him.

The rhythm is easy to fall into, hollowing his cheeks and making sure not to falter. Maybe it had been harder once but Stiles had quickly caught on that sucking someone off was as much about the presentation as the actual performance. So with his lips still wrapped around Jackson's dick he moans, a good quality one. Not a cheap porno moan, he'd figured out that no one actually bought that in real life. It wasn't entirely faked, just enough sound quality to get the point across.

The part Stiles didn't want to admit was that it was more genuine than usual.

Maybe as a distraction, or a warm up for things to come? Stiles pressed a hand to his own painfully hard dick as he worked Jackson as best he was able. He was starting to feel a bit desperate himself, the eagerness to fuck Jackson was building the longer it took to get him off.

It wasn't the first time Jackson heard or felt someone moan around his cock, and maybe it was fake, maybe it wasn't, but he was beyond thinking about that now. All he had left in him was fast, panting breaths and drawn out moans. Stiles made it look good, like there was a reason he did this for a living. He flopped on his back again, reaching down to touch the guy sucking him off, needing another connection that just wasn't Stiles' mouth on his dick.

And maybe it was because Jackson was drunker than he normally let himself get, but it wasn't much longer before he felt the edge of orgasm within reach.

"Stiles -" He gasped the name out and full-body shuddered, hand twisting into the sheets to avoid pulling on Stiles' hair. "Fuck, I'm going to -" It was a good thing he was wearing a condom because his orgasm hit him hard enough for him to choke on the word come.

Keeping his jaw relaxed, Stiles swallowed around Jackson's cock until it was spent. When it was done, he pulled back and wiped away the saliva that had gathered on his chin. Jackson looked well and truly wrecked for the moment so he took care of cleaning up the current mess so he'd have a minute to recover.

"You still alive, sunshine? We're not done yet, unless you changed your mind."

Everything properly cleaned up, Stiles returned to the bed and settled himself next to Jackson.