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Weeks had passed since Hudson and Connor wrapped up shooting for their breakout hit series "Heated Rivalry". The show had been a massive success, catapulting the two actors to new heights of fame and popularity. With it, their bond had deepened and strengthened, evolving into something more than just a working relationship. They didn't date in the traditional sense, but a different kind of understanding had formed between them - one built on a foundation of mutual respect, shared experiences, and an insatiable hunger for each other's bodies.
Hudson and Connor had established a fuckbuddies arrangement, one that allowed them to indulge in their desires without the expectations or pressures of a full-blown relationship. It worked for them, filled a need that neither could seem to get enough of. Even as their careers took them in different directions, pulling them apart for long stretches at a time as they tackled individual projects, that primal connection remained unbroken.
It was the middle of the night when Hudson found himself driving to the Georgian Hotel, his cock already hard and aching in his jeans from the tantalizing photos Connor had sent him. The shots featured Connor in nothing but a skimpy Gucci BASTARDO speedo, his bubble butt and the bulge of his cock clearly visible as he posed on the beach for Cultured Magazine. Hudson had nearly creamed himself on the spot when he first saw the pictures, his hand immediately going to his crotch to palm himself through the fabric.
Now, he was on a mission, determined to get his hands on the star of those provocative photos. He knew Connor was still at the hotel, likely exhausted from the long shoot. But Hudson also knew that Connor would be just as eager for his visit, just as desperate for their reunion as he was. It was the reason he had driven across town in the dead of night, the reason he was about to barge into Connor's room without a care for the late hour.
Hudson was a man possessed, driven by a single-minded need to sink his cock into Connor's hot, tight ass. No matter what it took, no matter how tired they both were, he knew they wouldn't rest until they had scratched this itch, until they had both found the release they so desperately craved. It was a hunger that couldn't be denied, a craving that could only be satisfied by the touch and union of their bodies.
Once he reached the place, Hudson pulled up his hood, his heart pounding in his chest as he strode purposefully towards the hotel room that Connor had indicated in his message. Being famous had its perks, but keeping certain aspects of his life private was a constant challenge. He needed to be discreet, needed to slip in and out of Connor's room without drawing too much attention. It wouldn't do for the paparazzi to get wind of their little arrangement, to splash it across the tabloids for the world to see.
Hudson swallowed hard as he reached the door, his cock already straining against the confines of his jeans. He knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. A moment later, the door swung open, revealing a smirking Connor dressed in nothing but a red silk robe that hung loosely on his lean, muscular frame. The robe gaped open at the fine-haired chest, giving Hudson a tantalizing view of Connor's toned abs and the hint of his nipples peeking out.
Connor took a long drag of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out slowly, his eyes roaming over Hudson with a hungry, appreciative gaze. "Took you long enough," Connor said, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "I thought you might have gotten lost, or maybe chicken out," he added with a smirk.
Hudson's eyes flashed with a mix of lust and irritation at the taunt. "Fuck you," he growled, his voice rough with desire and annoyance. "You know I'd drive through hell and back just to wreck your hole," he said, his gaze lifting up to Connor's mouth.
Hudson stepped forward, crowding into the room and forcing Connor to take a step back. He kicked the door shut behind him, the lock clicking into place with a sense of finality. Hudson's hands went to Connor's hips, gripping the silky fabric of the robe as he pulled the other man flush against him.
"I'm here now," Hudson said, his voice a low, dark promise. "And I'm going to fuck you until neither of us can see straight." His lips crashed against Connor's in a bruising, desperate kiss, pouring all of his pent-up hunger and need into the heated press of their mouths. Hudson's tongue pushed past Connor's lips to claim and conquer, to stake his territory in the hot, wet cavern of his mouth.
Connor moaned like the wanton whore he was as Hudson's tongue plundered his mouth, their lips and teeth and breath all mingling in a desperate, hungry kiss. Hudson may have played the submissive bottom on screen, but in reality, he was anything but. Behind closed doors, he was all dominant alpha, taking what he wanted, claiming Connor with the brutal force of his desire.
Connor smirked as he transferred his cigarette to Hudson's mouth. Wasting no time, Connor dropped to his knees his deft fingers worked at Hudson's belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. The button of Hudson's jeans soon followed, and Connor had the fly open in a heartbeat, allowing Hudson's massive cock to whip out and slap against Connor's chin.
Connor's eyes widened at the sight of it, his mouth watering with anticipation. He had seen it before, countless times, but it never failed to impress him, to make his ass clench and his hole flutter with need. He had one hand wrapping around the thick base of Hudson's shaft while the other cupped and massaged his heavy, cum-filled balls.
Hudson looked down at Connor, his eyes dark and accusing as he took a long drag of the cigarette. "You did that on purpose," he said, his voice a low, growling accusation. "Sending me those fucking pictures, knowing I'd be crazy for you by the time I got here," he added, a note of dark desire in his tone.
Connor just shrugged, playing dumb as he lapped at the pearly bead of precum that had gathered at the swollen tip of Hudson's cock. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice a breathy purr. "I just wanted you to see my pretty pictures," he added with a coy smile. All the while, his tongue swirled and flicked over the sensitive head, teasing the slit and the ridge, coaxing out more of that salty-sweet essence.
Hudson's hips twitched, his cock jerking in Connor's grip as he fought the urge to just grab the back of Connor's head and fuck his face right then and there. But he held back, wanting to draw out this moment, to make Connor work for the privilege of choking on his dick. He promised that he would bid his time and Connor would be fucked all over after he was done with him.
Connor smirked up at Hudson when he didn't receive a response, his eyes glinting with mischief and lust. "Mmm, but come to think of it you love it when I make you crazy," he purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Admit it, Hudson. Even without the pictures that I sent, you'd do anything to bury this big, fat cock in my ass," he added, giving the thick shaft a slow, teasing stroke from base to tip.
Hudson could only growl in response, his jaw clenching as he fought to maintain some semblance of control. The smoke from the cigarette curled around his head, making him look every inch the dark, dangerous bastard he was. "Keep talking like that, and I just might take you up on that offer," he warned, his voice a low, ominous rumble.
Connor just laughed, a throaty, wicked sound that sent shivers down Hudson's spine. "Promises, promises," he teased, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of Hudson's cock. Without warning, Connor took him into his mouth, his lips stretching obscenely around the thick girth as he sank down, down, down until his nose was buried in the wiry curls at the base of Hudson's shaft.
Hudson let out a strangled groan, his head falling back as the wet, velvet heat of Connor's throat engulfed him. His fingers tangled in Connor's hair, gripping the curly strands tightly as he fought the urge to start fucking into that hot, welcoming mouth. He knew Connor could take it, knew he loved the feeling of a hard cock slamming into the back of his throat, but he also knew they had all night long to play, to fuck, to indulge in each other until they were both completely spent.
For now, Hudson contented himself with letting Connor set the pace, with allowing the other man to worship his cock with that clever, wicked tongue. He could feel the smoke from the cigarette curling around him, mixing with the scent of Connor's cologne and the musky aroma of his own arousal. It was a heady, intoxicating combination that made Hudson's head swim and his cock throb with need.
Connor continued his sensual assault on Hudson's heavy, cum-filled balls. He sucked and slurped at the sensitive orbs, his tongue laving over the delicate skin as he savored the taste and scent of Hudson's most intimate area. Hudson groaned and shuddered above him, his fingers tightening their grip in Connor's hair as the pleasure bordered on pain.
Suddenly, Hudson was overcome with a primal, overwhelming desire to just bend Connor over and fuck him right then and there. Without warning, he reached down and hauled Connor up to his feet. Connor let out a surprised yelp, his lips slipping off of Hudson's cock with a wet pop. Hudson ignored his protests, dragging him by the hand towards the large window overlooking the sea.
Hudson spotted the ashtray on the windowsill and quickly stubbed out the cigarette, tossing it carelessly aside. His mind was singularly focused on one thing: getting his cock inside of Connor's tight, hot ass. He spun Connor around, pressing him up against the cool glass of the window. The silk robe had fallen open in their hurried movement, the red fabric a stark contrast to the darkened beach outside.
Hudson's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of Connor's ass, still clad in that tiny, skimpy speedo from the photoshoot. The expensive swimwear strained against the generous curves of Connor's cheeks, the white Gucci fabric stretching obscenely across the plump, juicy flesh. Hudson could see the outline of Connor's hole, the pinkish pucker twitching and winking at him as if beckoning him closer.
Connor looked back over his shoulder at Hudson, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Careful, Hudson," he warned, his voice a low, teasing purr. "That speedo is a loaner from the shoot. I'm supposed to return it in one piece," he added with a wicked glint in his eye.
But Hudson was too far gone to care about some silly speedo. His fingers curled around the thin, stretchy material, and with a sharp tug, he yanked it to the side. The fabric gave way easily, exposing the glistening pinkness of Connor's hole to Hudson's hungry gaze. He could see the way it clenched and fluttered, as if desperate to be filled.
Hudson's eyes narrowed, a dark scowl etched onto his face as he spotted the glistening lube leaking from Connor's twitching hole. The sight filled him with a sudden, irrational anger and possessiveness. He couldn't stand the thought of anyone else touching Connor, let alone fucking him. The idea that Connor might have let someone else claim his tight, hot ass made Hudson see red.
"Did you let that photographer fuck you?" Hudson growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. His finger pushed demandingly at Connor's entrance, the digit sinking into the slick, warm flesh as if to stake his territorial claim.
Connor gasped, his back arching as he felt Hudson's finger breach him so suddenly. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he demanded, looking back at Hudson with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "Why the hell would you think that?"
Hudson's jaw clenched, his finger pumping slowly in and out of Connor's tight channel. "Don't play dumb with me, Connor. I can see your ass is already fucking wet and a bit stretched," he snarled.
Connor snorted, a derisive sound that echoed through the room. "As if I would let that guy fuck me," he scoffed. "He was gayer than I am, Hudson! I don't fuck around with twinks. Christ!"
Hudson paused, his finger still buried knuckle-deep in Connor's ass. "You called me a twink before," he reminded Connor, a note of petulance in his voice.
Connor just laughed, the sound a low, husky rumble. "I was just fucking with you back then, Hudson. You know I don't go for the pretty, scrawny types. I like my men big, strong, and hung," he said, punctuating his words with a clench of his ass around Hudson's invading finger.
Hudson's eyes narrowed, suspicion still clouding his expression. "Then who the hell fuck you this time if not that photographer, huh? Who among those magazine staff. Tell me," he demanded, his voice a low, growling accusation. He couldn't imagine Connor letting just anyone touch him, but he needed to know, needed to put his mind at ease as it was making him crazy.
Connor's eyes flashed with anger at Hudson's accusation. "You're an asshole for even suggesting that," he snapped, his voice tight with irritation. "Those people at the shoot were all professionals. They wouldn't just fuck around on set like that," he added, a note of disbelief coloring his tone.
Hudson's gaze narrowed, a flicker of something dark and painful passing over his face. "Is that so?" he asked, a dangerous edge to his voice. "Well, wouldn't be the first time, now would it?"
Connor's mouth snapped shut, his eyes widening as the implication of Hudson's words sank in. He knew exactly what Hudson was talking about - the time he had seen him riding Callum Walker Hutchinson's cock on the set of their GQ Hype photoshoot. The sex with the photographer had been a moment of weakness, a lapse in judgment brought on by the green-eyed monster of jealousy. Connor had been so consumed by envy over Hudson and their co-actor Callan's secret affair that he had let himself get carried away, had sought out to get even with Hudson.
But Connor would be damned if he admitted that to Hudson. Instead, he let out a harsh sigh, turning his face away as he muttered, "If you don't believe me, then you can just fuck off and leave." His voice was low and tight, laced with a mix of anger and hurt. "I don't need to justify myself to you, Hudson. We're not... we're not exclusive. I can fuck who I want, when I want, and you can't stop me." Despite his defiant words, there was a underlying vulnerability to his tone, a hint of the insecurity and fear that Hudson's words had stirred up inside him.
Hudson felt a pang of guilt and regret wash over him at the hurt he saw in Connor's eyes. Without thinking, he pulled the other man flush against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around Connor's waist in a tight, comforting hug. Hudson's lips found the sensitive skin of Connor's nape, pressing soft, gentle kisses to the curve of his neck and shoulder.
"Connie," Hudson murmured, using the pet name that only he used for Connor. "I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to accuse you like that," he said, his voice low and filled with remorse. "It just... the thought of anyone else touching you, being inside you... it drives me fucking crazy, you know?"
Connor's heart stuttered in his chest at the admission. It was the first time Hudson had ever shown a glimmer of jealousy, the first time he had acknowledged that Connor meant something more to him than just a casual fuck. It was a small step, but for Connor, it meant the world.
Connor turned his head to the side, his cheek brushing against Hudson's as he looked up at him with a soft, almost shy smile. "It's okay," he said, his voice a low, gentle rumble. "I know I shouldn't have let you think... I mean, I didn't... I actually stretched myself earlier, that's all. It's been a week since we... since you fucked me," he admitted, a blush rising to his cheeks at the memory.
Hudson's eyes darkened with renewed desire at the confession. He could feel his cock twitching, hardening even more as it nestled between the plush globes of Connor's ass. "Sorry for being such an asshole. If you don't want to continue, I get it," Hudson said, his voice a low, gruff murmur. "I don't want to pressure you or anything. I just... fuck, I want you so bad, Connie. I want to be the only one who gets to fuck this perfect ass," he growled, giving the firm cheek a sharp squeeze.
Connor snorted, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "How can you tell me to stop when your cock is poking me like that?" he pointed out, rolling his hips back to grind against the thick length of Hudson's shaft.
"Sorry Connie, I couldn't help myself when it comes to you," Hudson uttered as his hands began to wander over the smooth expanse of Connor's chest, his fingers playing with the fine, soft hair that dusted the defined pecs. He rolled the stiff peaks of Connor's nipples between his fingers, pinching and tugging at the sensitive buds until Connor was arching into his touch, a low moan escaping his lips.
Hudson could feel the heat radiating from Connor's core, the way his hole fluttered and clenched around nothing, greedy and hungry for something to fill it. He notched the swollen head of his cock against that twitching entrance, feeling the slick, slippery essence that coated his tip.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," Hudson growled, his hips rocking forward slightly as he tested Connor's readiness. "Tell me it's okay, Connie. Tell me I can just plunge in and claim your perfect ass as mine," he demanded, his voice a low, rough rasp filled with desire and need.
Connor could only let out a choked moan, his back bowing as he felt the thick crown of Hudson's cock start to breach him. "A-Ah, fuck!" he cried out, his fingers scrabbling for purchase against the window ledge as the initial stretch and burn of being filled sent jolts of pleasure-pain shooting up his spine. "Y-Yes, it's alright! Oh god, Hudson, just fuck me already!" Connor begged, his hole clenching and unclenching around the hard, insistent pressure of Hudson's cockhead as it slowly sank deeper into his tight heat.
Hudson let out a low, feral growl at Connor's desperate plea. "Fuck, you're still so goddamn tight," he groaned, even as he pushed forward, his thick shaft sinking inch by hard inch into the clutching, silken vice of Connor's ass. "Guess fingering yourself wasn't enough to really get this greedy hole ready for my cock," Hudson taunted, his hips rocking steadily as he worked himself deeper, stretching Connor open around his throbbing length.
Connor could only moan and whimper, his body shaking with the intensity of the sensation. He had fingered himself, had used a toy to try and prepare, but nothing could compare to the feeling of Hudson's massive cock splitting him open, claiming him so thoroughly and completely. "Nnnngh, yes! Fuck, why do you need be so f-fucking huge?"
Hudson's hips surged forward, driving his thick, hard cock deeper into Connor's tight, grasping heat. Inch by excruciating inch, he sank into the other man, stretching him wide around his considerable girth. Hudson's fingers dug into the firm flesh of Connor's hips, gripping him hard enough to leave bruises as he slowly, inexorably filled him up.
"Fuck, you feel so goddamn good," Hudson groaned, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "So fucking tight and hot and perfect." He punctuated each word with a sharp snap of his hips, burying himself a little deeper with every thrust. Hudson could feel the way Connor's body resisted at first, the tight clutch of his walls trying to ward off the intrusion. But he was relentless, determined to claim every last inch of that succulent ass.
Connor could only hang onto the window ledge for dear life, his knuckles white as he gripped it tightly. His mouth fell open in a silent scream as Hudson's cock finally bottomed out, the thick head kissing his prostate and sending a bolt of electric pleasure shooting up his spine. "FUCK!" Connor shouted, his voice echoing off the glass. "Oh god, Hudson! Your cock... you're so fucking BIG!"
Hudson just smirked at the awe and disbelief in Connor's voice. He loved the way Connor sounded, the way he moaned and whimpered and cried out his pleasure. It spurred Hudson on, made him want to fuck into him harder, faster, deeper. He wanted to ruin Connor for anyone else, wanted to make it so that he could never take another cock without thinking of Hudson's.
"So fucking tight," Hudson growled, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, setting a hard, driving rhythm. "Guess you needed this, huh? Needed my big fucking cock splitting you open?"
Each powerful thrust rocked Connor forward, slamming his hips back against Hudson's. The obscene slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, mingling with the crude squelch of Hudson's cock driving into Connor's slick hole. Connor could only cling to the ledge and take it, his body shaking and trembling with the force of Hudson's fucking.
"Fuck, I need it," Connor almost screamed, his voice raw with pleasure and desperation. "I fucking need your huge cock splitting me open like this," he admitted, his back arching to take Hudson even deeper.
Hudson growled in response, his fingers gripping the speedo tightly through its adjustable knot at the side of Connor's. Hudson licked his lips hungrily, taking in the sight of the creamy, mole-dotted flesh bouncing and jiggling with every powerful thrust of his hips. With a sharp tug, he yanked the fabric further to the side, exposing Connor's pinkish, stretched-tight hole completely to his hungry gaze. The sight of his fuck buddy's most intimate place stretched so obscenely around his thick shaft was almost too much for Hudson to handle. It was fucking gorgeous, a vision of carnal beauty that made Hudson want to pound into Connor with wild abandon.
Without warning, Hudson grabbed Connor's leg, hiking it up and over his arm. He pressed his knee against the cool glass of the window ledge, opening Connor up even more, allowing him to sink impossibly deeper into that welcoming, clutching heat. The new angle let Hudson watch as his cock disappear inch by throbbing inch into Connor's core, stretching and filling him so completely.
"Fuck, your ass is so perfect," Hudson groaned, his hips slamming forward with renewed vigor. "I can't believe how fucking good it feels around my cock. I bet I could fuck you all night long and never get enough," he said, his voice a low, lust-roughened growl.
Connor let out a choked cry, his head falling back against Hudson's shoulder as he arched into every thrust. "H-Hudson, fuck! You're so deep, I can feel you in my fucking stomach!" he gasped out, his fingers scrabbling against the glass, searching for something to hold onto as he was split open on Hudson's massive shaft.
Hudson paused for a moment, leaning back to hastily tug his hoodie up and off, tossing it carelessly to the floor. He was craving the feeling of skin on skin, desperate to feel every inch of Connor's body pressed against his own. Without hesitation, he reached for the sash of Connor's robe, yanking it loose and pushing the silky fabric off of Connor's shoulders. The robe slithered down to pool at their feet, leaving Connor bare and exposed, just the way Hudson wanted him.
Connor let out a soft gasp as the cool air hit his skin, his nipples pebbling instantly. He glanced nervously towards the window, realizing the potential for them to be seen. "Hudson, wait, someone might see us out there," he warned, a blush rising to his cheeks at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position.
But Hudson just smirked, a wicked, daring glint in his eye. "Let them watch," he said with a shrug, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. "I want the whole fucking world to see me fucking you. I want them to see who you belong to," he growled possessively.
Connor could only moan in response, pushing his hips back to meet Hudson's driving thrusts. "Fuck, you're such a menace," he panted, a giggle escaping his lips. "The more turned on you get, the more reckless and stupid you become," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mirth and lust.
Hudson just grinned, a boyish, roguish smile spreading across his face. "And you fucking love it," he said, leaning in to nip at Connor's jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "I know how much you get off on my unhinged side. It's one of the many things you fucking love about me, Connie."
Connor bit his lower lip, considering Hudson's words. Was he really at the point where he could admit he loved Hudson? The thought sent a flutter through his chest, a mix of fear and exhilaration. He quickly shook the notion away, not wanting to get too ahead of himself. Instead, he focused on the feeling of Hudson's lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the length of his spine, each press of his mouth sending sparks of pleasure racing through his nerves.
As Hudson's hips snapped forward, driving into him with increasing force and speed, Connor gasped out, "W-Wait, Hudson... the swimwear. If it gets ruined, we can't afford to replace it. Gucci stuff costs a fucking fortune!"
But Hudson just smirked, a wicked glint in his eye. He grabbed the straining bulge of his cock through the thin, damp fabric, squeezing it roughly as he bucked into Connor. "Don't worry about it, baby," he purred, his breath hot against the back of Connor's neck. "Come to think of it, if we auctioned this with a nice big load of your cum still soaked into the fabric, I bet we could get at least a hundred more of these sexy as fuck speedos. Lot of your fans will spend a lot just to get them."
Connor blushed an even deeper shade of red at Hudson's bold words, shaking his head in embarrassment. "Stop saying stupid things like that," he muttered, ducking his head shyly. "You don't need to flatter me to get into my pants, Hudson. I'm not that special," Connor said, his voice tinged with a hint of insecurity. Deep down, despite his confident exterior, Connor struggled with believing in his own desirability and worth.
Hudson's heart clenched at the vulnerability in Connor's voice, a sudden urge to boost his friend's ego overwhelming him. He knew how much Connor underestimating himself, how he couldn't see how truly desirable he was to so many people. Hudson wanted nothing more than to make Connor realize his own value.
"Hey," Hudson murmured, tilting Connor's chin up to look him in the eye. "I'm not just saying that, Connie. In fact I buy a thousand of these speedos with your cum on them in a heartbeat even if it cost me an arm, just so I can have a piece of you. You're fucking special, Connie. Don't sell yourself short," he said, his voice low and sincere.
Without waiting for a response, Hudson pulled out until just the tip of his cock remained nestled in Connor's tight heat. He leaned back and spat crudely onto Connor's stretched, pink hole, watching as the saliva mingled with the slick arousal already glistening on his skin.
Then, with a grunt, Hudson drove back in, slamming his hips forward with renewed vigor. At the same time, he grabbed the straining bulge of Connor's cock through the damp fabric of the speedo, squeezing and stroking it in time with his increasingly hard and fast thrusts.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Hudson groaned, his breath coming faster as he felt Connor start to tremble and shake beneath him. "Gonna make you fucking cum all over yourself in this sexy little panties baby doll. Fuck!"
It only took a few more sharp snaps of Hudson's hips before Connor was crying out, his cock pulsing and throbbing in Hudson's grip as he found his release. Hudson felt the wet spot on the fabric grow, the Gucci speedo now sporting a generous streak of Connor's essence.
With a few more erratic, stuttering thrusts, Hudson finally found his own release. He slammed into Connor with a guttural, animalistic moan, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed and throbbed deep inside the tight, clutching heat of Connor's ass. "FUCK! Oh fuck, Connie!" Hudson roared, his fingers digging into the meat of Connor's hips hard enough to leave bruises as he came hard, flooding Connor's channel with spurt after thick spurt of his hot, sticky seed.
For a moment, Hudson remained still, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Then, with a obscenely loud squelch, he slowly pulled out, his softening cock slipping free of Connor's well-used hole with a gush of his release.
Connor collapsed forward, his forearms bracing against the cool glass of the window ledge. His legs trembled, barely able to hold him up, and his back arched in a way that displayed the absolute debauchery of his current state. Hudson's thick, creamy cum oozed steadily from Connor's gaping, puffy hole, dripping down his thighs in lewd rivulets. The once tight, pink pucker was now a messy, sloppy pink, glistening with the evidence of their intense coupling.
Before Hudson could say anything, before he could marvel at the absolutely fucked out sight of the beautiful man, Connor turned to face him. Slowly, almost shyly, he sank to his knees before Hudson, his eyes never leaving Hudson's as he gazed up at him with a fucked-stupid, sated expression.
Connor leaned in, his nose brushing against the softening length of Hudson's cock. The sight and smell of the heady, musky scent of their mixed arousal, the pungent aroma of sex and sweat and pure, primal lust brought Hudson back a rush of memories, of the first time they had been together like this, just a few short months ago. The time when everything had changed between them, when Connor did the first move of sucking him off.