For the fifth time that month, Chet was asking for him again.

It wasn’t unusual for clients to have favourites. Everyone had their favourite bunny, the one they went to the club for. They liked the allure, the skimpy outfits and sex appeal, not to mention the drinks. It wasn’t unusual to be ogled as you poured someone shots and when that happened, you made sure to show off your body.

Sol happened to be one of the bunnies working there. He was tall and thin, with sharp edges instead of soft curves, but wore the bunny suit nonetheless. Mostly, he serviced men, something about him attractive to one gender but not the other. That was fine with him - when it came to work, Sol didn’t care either way. The job paid well, even if he wasn’t very popular.

The one client he could count on was Chet. Chet, who came in one day and immediately demanded him, then kept coming back. Without fail, he would ask for Sol every single time and he wasn’t stingy about it either. Sol didn’t know what he did for a living but whatever it was, he sure made money.

And he was a generous spender.

This time, he’d booked a private room, just for the two of them. Sol walked in to see freckles and a grin, Chet sitting and waving like Sol had just made his day. It made Sol feel a little warm inside, knowing that Chet looked forwards to seeing him that much.

Of course, Sol wasn’t silly enough to think he was pursuing anything on a personal level. They were nothing more than playboy bunny and oddly rich guy, but it was nice nonetheless.

“Hi,” Sol said, then took a seat close enough that their legs were touching.

“Hi,” Chet said back and beamed. “Nice night, huh?”

Well, it was a Friday night. Normally, Sol would be running around, a smile plastered on his face as he poured drinks and dished out flattery. Instead, he was in a private room with Chet.

“I guess,” he replied, trying not to sound too happy about it. “Fridays are our busiest nights.”

“Bet you’re glad you don’t have to be out there.”

Damn. He’d hit the nail on the head with that one.

Chet laughed and shot Sol a wink. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Who really wants to be at work, right?”

I’m at work right now, Sol didn’t say. Instead, he watched as Chet put his hand on his thigh and started rubbing.

“So,” Chet was saying, eyes fixed innocently across the room. “You could pour me a drink.”

“Sure,” Sol said softly, reaching over to get the champagne.

The bottle was on the other side of the table so he had to stretch an arm past Chet. Sol didn’t miss the way Chet’s gaze lingered, but he paid it no mind. He was showing a lot of skin. 

But the odd glance was still there when Sol turned back, bottle in hand. Chet wasn’t looking at his face, or his body, or his legs. He was still staring at his arm - or more accurately, his armpit.

Sol shot him a baffled look as he gave him the glass. As far as he knew, Chet didn’t have any fetishes of that nature. So why...?

“Sorry!” Chet said quickly, snapping out of his daze with a panicked look on his face. “I didn’t mean to look there.” Bright red, he occupied himself with downing his champagne in one go.

Sol had the strongest feeling of secondhand embarrassment.

“You’re allowed to stare,” he mumbled, unsure of what else to say. Chet’s embarrassment was making him self-conscious and now he didn’t know what to do.

“Right,” Chet said despairingly. He stared at his empty glass, then back at Sol. “It’s just... they’re shaved.”

“Well, yeah?” Of course they were, they had to be to work in a place like this. Sol didn’t know how Chet hadn’t noticed before, although noticing and being conscious of it were two different things.

And he was very conscious of it now.

Chet was staring at him so intensely, Sol wanted to reach up and cover himself. He was no stranger to being leered at, but not for this body part. The whole thing felt so dirty.

“It’s sexy,” Chet said softly.

“Thanks,” Sol said and looked away, face flushing.

“I don’t know how I never noticed before.” He leaned forward, wetting his lips before he spoke. “Can I take a closer look?”

Wordlessly, Sol raised an arm.

He kept his eyes fixed to the wall, looking at anywhere but Chet. Still, Sol could feel his breath, warm against his skin. Something swooped low in his stomach.

“Yeah, this is hot,” Chet was saying, voice low. “Let me lick it.”

Sol turned his head so fast, he thought his neck would crack. “What?“

The silence that stretched between them felt like years.

There wasn’t a trace of embarrassment on Chet’s face. Whatever he felt before was gone now, replaced by a shameless, hungry look. Like he wanted to eat Sol up.

Sol shivered.

“Okay,” he said. “Fine. Go for it.”

“Thank you,” Chet breathed and leaned in.

Chet took his sweet time, leaning closer and breathing in hard. Even though he was expecting it, Sol twitched when he felt Chet’s nose brush his skin.

It wasn’t a place people touched him in. The skin there was soft and sensitive, not meant to be exposed and certainly not for anyone else’s pleasure. But here Chet was, pressing his face down, nuzzling into Sol’s armpit with his eyes closed in pleasure.

Sol could hear his breaths, deep and slow, and his face burned knowing Chet was sniffing him. He wanted to protest because he had to be all sweaty there, but then he realized Chet probably liked that. He shuddered.

“Is... is it good?” he said weakly.

Chet didn’t even bother replying, just moaned against Sol’s armpit like that was his answer. It was like he couldn’t even restrain himself for long enough to talk.

Sol sat there and tried not to let it get to his dick.

Another deep breath and then Chet was parting his lips and kissing him there. Sol jumped when he felt something wet touch him, then whimpered as he realized it was Chet’s tongue. Now Chet was licking him, tongue hot and wet against his skin. It felt even dirtier.

As his tongue slid across Sol’s skin, Sol stiffened, clenching his jaw to stop himself from making weird noises. Chet was pressing hard against his armpit, licking up a stripe of spit. All but worshipping him, licking and sucking and kissing like he couldn’t get enough.

It made Sol’s breath come out in shaky, uneven bursts, a jolt of shameful arousal going through him.

His body was twisting unconsciously, back arching as he shoved more of himself into Chet. More of his armpit into Chet’s face and god, that was such a filthy thought.

Without realizing when he’d started, Sol was getting off on it too.

By the time Chet leaned back, Sol’s armpit looked lewd. Pink and shiny, wet with spit and sweat, it looked like someone had fucked it.

Sol let his arm drop and tried not to think about how it had felt. At least Chet was done and that meant he could relax.

But then Chet got up and sat on his other side.

Sol swallowed. He looked down and saw that Chet was hard, pants tenting where his dick was. Chet noticed too, followed Sol’s eyes to where they were staring at his crotch.

“Other arm,” he said.

Sol nodded, bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment, and heard the sound of a zipper.

Chet grabbed his wrist, squeezing hard enough to hurt. He made Sol raise it above his head, baring himself for Chet to do everything all over again. This time, with a hand pumping his cock.

Sol steadied himself with his free hand on the seat, then let go and clamped it over his mouth when he felt Chet’s tongue. It was more intense the second time around, Sol’s nerves on edge knowing that Chet was jerking off too.

He caught himself making small noises that were impossible to hold back, no matter how hard he clenched his jaw. Gasping breaths and choked moans - Sol sounded like he was getting fucked.

Every time Chet shoved his tongue in and sucked, Sol’s body twitched. And every time he did that, Chet held him in place, hand firm on his wrist.

And that sent a jolt through him, being used by Chet, nothing but a hot body for him to do anything with.

Squirming in his seat, Sol squeezed his thighs together and tried to rub his dick. It was getting hard to think. All the blood was rushing to his cock even though he didn’t know why. Sol didn’t find armpits sexy, didn’t think he’d enjoy Chet finding his sexy, but here he was, grinding into the cushions.

Chet ignored his arousal. Sol didn’t think he even noticed, not with his face pressed into his armpit and his hand fisting at his dick. It wasn’t about making Sol feel good, but using him to get off.

He was probably having the time of his life with a sexy bunny boy next to him, indulging in his dirtiest fantasies. Chet got to kiss and suck into delicate skin, moaning his way down Sol’s underarm and licking up every drop of sweat. With his face red all the way down to his neck, Chet panted into his armpit, breath heavy and rough.

Dick hard and red, precum leaking from the tip, Chet was getting off to him in the filthiest way possible and all Sol could do was sit there and let him.

Sol wanted to get off so badly. He wanted to rip off his stupid bunny suit, grab Chet and stick his dick into his mouth, but he couldn’t. Chet was the boss. Chet had money so he called the shots, and Sol was stuck sitting there, body shaking as Chet sucked his armpit and jacked off.

It was hot as hell.

He felt Chet groan against him, shoulders going tense as he leaned into Sol. Sucked his skin hard and jerked his hand, and then he was coming with a moan that sent shivers down Sol’s entire body. Face pressed into Sol’s armpit, hand squeezing like it was the end of the world, his cum splattered Sol’s stomach, against the red satin of his suit.

Sol looked down at himself, at the spit on his armpits and the cum on his stomach. He shuddered.

It felt good.

The whole time, Sol had been aroused. He’d liked it. He’d liked it and Chet could tell. His dick was hard in his bunny suit, and Sol drew in a breath, shaky and pent up from going so long.

But Chet wasn’t going to get him off because Sol was supposed to be the one servicing him. They both knew that and from the way Chet leered at his erection, Sol had a feeling he was happy to keep it that way.

He could, however, grab Chet’s shoulders for support and let himself be pulled into his lap. Chet was grinning, nuzzling at his neck in a way that made Sol think he was the type to cuddle after sex.

“Thanks,” Chet said brightly, gave Sol a little kiss that was weirdly sweet, and leaned back against the couch.

Sol just averted his eyes and reached for a drink, all while ignoring the ache between his legs.

“You owe me a big tip.”