It didn't take much of that perfect treatment before he was letting out low moans. He gripped Chason's hair as he finally reached his peak, a minute too soon to win, and pulled him in as he unloaded in the younger man's mouth with a low groan. Finally, panting, he slid out, one hand still holding the gun as he let Chason fall back. It took him a second to compose himself before fixing his clothes, gun still in hand. "Well then, you win." He said as he pulled the trigger, the gun aimed squarely at Chason's forehead, firing a blank. He laughed as he headed for the door, "I'm gone, as promised, sleep well kiddo." He said with a wide grin.