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“What’s so funny?” Connor asks as he traces Hudson’s jaw, and they both taste like too much post-party drinks as they lay on Hudson’s hotel bed. Their legs are intertwined a little, and Hudson keeps giggling to himself.
“It’s just- just you’re so funny,” Hudson says as he leans in to kiss Connor again.
He starts it as a peck, and then he leans in to deepen it with a hungry growl at the back of his throat, and Connor goes soft under his grip, and that’s…yeah-
Because that’s the fucking hilarious part, isn’t it? On screen Connor is this big, bad machismo Russian top, but in real life, he’s melting into this kiss.
In real life, Connor sighs, opens his mouth, and allows Hudson to climb on top of him, bracketing him underneath with the wide span of his arms. It’s hilarious that Connor is-
“…that you’re a bottom.” Hudson accuses when he pulls back. “Aren’t you?”
“I don’t know,” Connor admits even as he leans back up for more. “I mean I’ve never done stuff like this before.”
“Off camera stuff, you mean?” Hudson asks with a smirk and a kiss to the corner of Connor’s lips. Connor’s cock twitches happily under him, and it makes Hudson shift against him, rubbing their growing hard-ons together.
“Yeah, never done anything like this without an intimacy coordinator.”
“You being for real? Nobody’s ever tapped that hot, juicy ass?” Hudson asks with a breathless giggle as he drunkenly rocks forward.
Connor moans: “Jesus, and no. No one has ever, uh, ‘tapped this hot, juicy ass.’”
“Thats a shame,” Hudson says as he reaches down to drunkenly grope Connor through his slacks, feeling the way his pants stretch sinfully against the plush curve of his ass.
“Why?”
“Dude,” Hudson groans as he roughly rocks forward. “Because have you seen your fucking ass? It’s like a lost national treasure. No, for real. I think- think we need to put it in a museum. The Greeks would have made a statue for you-“
“Hudson, shut up,” Connor protests and leans up to kiss him, and that’s fine. Hudson leans to meet him and rocks forward into another scorching kiss.
But no, honestly? You don’t even have to be gay to want to tap an ass that perfect. Any sexuality, any gender would want to hit it. Well, Hudson sure does.
So Hudson does his patriotic duty of being Connor’s first.
He gets Connor’s pants and boxers off, and he worships the curve of his ass with his tongue, tracing it with little licks up the plush flesh, and then he gets up to Connor’s taint, and his costar is squirming and whining when Hudson pushes his cheeks apart and licks him there.
“Oh my god! Did you- did you just?”
“Has nobody really done this to you? That’s insane. I think that's illegal. We should sue your ex lovers,” Hudson says as he leans back to pant for air.
“Hudson?”
“Yeah?”
“Can- can you shut up? And just go back to doing whatever that was?”
And Hudson just grins because he’s made Connor’s thighs shake and his voice break, and by the looks of it, his big bad co-star is leaking precum onto his bed. All just from a couple minutes of licking. Because what Hudson lacks in finesse, he makes up in being a goddamn fucking menace.
“Oh, assertive,” Hudson teases as he gives Connor’s ass a little smack. “Say it with a Russian accent and I might consider it. Nah, you know what? I got a better idea.”
And a better idea looks like fingering Connor’s beautiful, perfect ass open. It’s insane.
“Dude, I think you were anatomically built to take cock,” Hudson rasps in his ear as he easily pushes a third finger inside of Connor, and his co-star just happily whines and pushes back against Hudson’s fingers.
I wonder if I can make him cum with just my fingers, Hudson thinks as he lazily sucks Connor’s earlobe and finger fucks him open. The sounds. The whines. The way that Connor’s body is beautifully opening up to him.
This is like sin on steroids.
Hudson was already painfully throbbing inside of his pants, his own untouched cock leaking precum into his boxers when Connor twists down onto his fingertips and says-
“More, dude.”
“Yeah?” Hudson asks and his cock pathetically twitches, spurting a bit of precum, at the thought of being skin to skin, being so close to Connor that there’s no longer any space between them. God, the thought is so erotic that he might just bust all over himself before he can get his pants off.
“Yeah, please, Hudson; all the way.”
“All the way, yeah, fuck, okay. Full send, dude, let’s do it,” Hudson gasps as he pulls his slicked fingers out, and he scrambles to unzip himself. His neglected cock is a hard line against his boxers. There’s a wet spot from precum, and Hudson is amazed he didn’t just cream himself from all the cute, whiny and very needy noises that Connor was making.
“Let me help you,” Connor says as he reaches over to pull off Hudson’s shirt and pushes down his boxers, and then it’s a little funny again because how many times have they rehearsed this? Except they had, like, modesty fucking pouches over their dicks, and now it’s just his full cock slapping up against his abs.
Kinda funny.
“Hudson. Stop giggling,” Connor bemoans. “If you laugh like that while you’re inside of me, I reserve the right to toss your ass off the bed.”
“Oh, that would be very Ilya of you.”
But then it’s not very Ilya the way that Connor lays back on the pillow and looks up shyly at Hudson from under his lashes and asks, “How, uh, how do we wanna do this, Hud?”
“Um, literally, any position,” Hudson says as he holds himself at his base, squeezing and praying he doesn’t cum as soon as he pushes inside of Connor’s slicked up hole.
His virgin hole, Hudson reminds himself and has to squeeze the base of his shaft once again, toes curling at the thought of being Connor’s first.
“We got like a thousand to choose from,” Hudson says breathlessly, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from nervously giggling. “But probably doggy will be best, yeah?”
“I usually was on the other side of all these positions,” Connor acknowledges as he turns around and arches his back to push that ass temptingly into the air and Hudson does not need to be tempted; he’s already obsessed.
“Oh shit, yeah, but I told you, Con. You were built to- oh my god. Fuck,” Hudson curses as he slowly pushes the head of his cock inside Connor’s wetness; his co-star grunts but easily takes him. And Connor is impossibly tight and hot inside.
“Built to what?” Connor teases as Hudson whimpers and struggles not to bust when he bottoms out. He’s all the way inside of Connor and it’s so hot and tight and fucking perfect.
“Be my bitch,” Hudson gasps, and this time it’s Connor who laughs because Hudson only makes it one pump before he’s cursing and cumming, helpless to the perfection that is Connor’s ass. It’s humiliating the way he’s pumping Connor full with a “fuck, fuck, fuck.” He slumps his head down, abs clenching, and he lets out his own defeated little-
“Well, shit, Con.”
“Uh huh. Who’s the bitch?”
And Hudson just flips him over and sucks him down to the root and that shuts Connor up because his hands are in Hudson’s hair, and he’s pumping inside of his mouth, and Hudson swallows him down with a happy little noise, yeah, they’re so fucking obsessed with one another.
“Jesus,” Connor says as Hudson wipes his mouth and smirks. “Are you sure you’re not the real Illya?”
“Nah, I can’t do accent as good as you. It is, uh, how you say…sad, da?” Hudson says with his best attempt at a Russian accent which earns him a Connor grin and a-
“Yeah, just stick to Shane.”
“Nah, I’d rather stick it in you. Again.”
“Bad. That was a bad pick up line.”
“But was it a no?”
Connor licks his lips and pulls Hudson in for a kiss: “Give me fifteen minutes.”
Hells yeah.
Hudson will do it…for America.