Zaichik || Dmitri and Chase
Put all the escorts in a lineup, and Dmitri could say with some confidence that Chase would've been among the first ones he'd pick out. And maybe he was getting too old for this, this mommy complex or whatever you wanted to call it, but he was still rebellious and vindictive by nature and almost nothing got him hotter than fucking a pretty face that would make her fly into a rage if he ever tried to bring them home. And Chase was, from what Dmitri could tell, practically ticking all the boxes of things Irina Hart didn't like: a whore, for one, tattooed and rough around the edges, obviously not belonging in the opulent Chicago penthouse Dmitri had grown up in. Male, too, even though Irina wasn't truly prejudiced - had come around to Anya's lesbianism because it was "trendy" and therefore good publicity - but she had a definite desire for her children to get married and procreate, an obsession with blood and legacy, so it would be an added annoyance. Not that Dmitri was planning on introducing Chase to his mother, but it was an amusing and slightly arousing thought.
So, he would've picked out Chase by his appearance and bearing alone, but Chase had lit an additional fire under Dmitri by the way he responded to him during the party, cocky and forward while still submissive and deferential, and had made Dmitri feel like, despite the crowd of other residents in the room that were undoubtedly as wealthy and attractive as he was, that he was the only one that Chase saw. And while Dmitri could try and set out a list of things that attracted him - and he would generally say that it was strong women and fragile boys - that was what it really boiled down to for him, someone who could make him feel special, as pathetic as that sounded, like he was the only thing that mattered at that particular point in time.
Chase was just so eager, with the way he bent backwards for Dmitri at the party, his spine in a long and graceful arch, and the way he let Dmitri steer him away from the crowd and to his new and barely unpacked apartment - boxes opened haphazardly, some books and personal effects unpacked before he quickly grew bored of the task. And Dmitri, too, was eager to get his hands on Chase, the boy he'd dubbed his zaichik, a nickname that seemed to fit his chatty and energetic presence, and one that Chase seemed to like. He's barely closed the door behind his companion for the night before he's taking his pointed chin in hand, holding Chase still for Dmitri to reacquaint himself with his mouth once again.
Once he's satisfied that Chase has been thoroughly kissed - weak at the knees and wanting more from Dmitri even though he's being held at arm's length - he releases him, stepping back to give Chase another lust-filled once over because he's in Dmitri's apartment now, his space, waiting for Dmitri to claim him and be temporarily slotted in amongst Dmitri's things. "Not that I don't think you look amazing in your formal wear, because you do, but I really think you should strip for me now."