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prostitute/client au

Matt was shivering and rubbing his hands at his usual corner of a back alley and the street filled with big corporate buildings, on a cold night. From his experience, those computer nerds were the kinkiest. He had this regular a while back, a tall, slim, evil, redhead mother fucker. The pay had been incredible, but it always ended up with Matt covered in bruises and bitemarks. The guy clearly had a thing for someone else, he kept calling him Kylo during their dalliance.

Not that he missed the asshole. He could use the money he was making back then. The marks and rough treatment not so much. Having a regular had been good for his finances, rent was paid on time and he didn’t starved. Then on day Redhead had stopped showing up. Parts of Matt hoped he finally got this Kylo dude to let him do whatever the redhead fancied.

It had been a few rough months following the interruption of the redhead patronage. Matt was getting desperate, he was so hungry. Rubbing his hands together barely brought heat back in his numbed fingers. He was about to give up and go home when a black sedan with tinted windows pulled next to him. Matt’s heart was beating so fast, so suddenly, it felt like the organ would leap out of his chest. He knew that sedan so well, and he tried to stomp the hope down as he leaned over the car as the window rolled down.

The red hair he remembered was the same shade, if longer. What shocked him, was the the blue eyes that met his. Matt clearly remembered Redhead’s eyes to be a cold, calculating green. Instead he was met with a pair of warm, worried, benevolent eyes, with the same shade as the sky. The man smiled gently at him, unlocking the door.

Matt slipped in the car, and that night was the last night he spent on that corner.