“You know it, and you love it.” This time, he popped that sweet little hole, tapping it and the line of flesh leading to Hudson’s balls. He knew how that jostled everything in the best way.
Hudson groaned and froze for a second, then let out a breath. “Again, baby.”
Jack tilted his head, tongue flicking out to wet his lips, his finger tapping hard again, even as that little nickname bounced inside him. “You like that, darlin’?”
He got a nod and another luscious, needy moan. Hudson pushed two slippery fingers inside that pretty hole and, after a moment of adjustment, started to ride his own hand.
Jesus, that was fine. He growled, baring his teeth and bent to nip Hudson’s upper arm, intending to leave a mark.
“Yeah.” Hudson turned his head and craned his neck to see, still moving on those fingers.
He touched the tiny bruise, then bit again, needing to leave his mark. Again.
“Fuck, yes.” Hudson arched into his own hand with a groan. “Need you so fucking bad, Jack.”
He heard that. He needed the buzz that Hudson gave him, and he intended to get it. Now.
Jack yanked Hudson’s fingers away and lined up, arching so that he could sink into the most perfect place on earth.
The sound Hudson made was loud and long; nobody he’d ever been with made a sound like that for him. “So perfect, oh my God.” Hudson pressed back, taking him deeper, body begging for more.
“Yeah. Yes, darlin’. I got you. Gon’ make you fly.” Jack leaned down, hands sliding along Hudson’s arms, twining their fingers together.
Hudson whimpered and squeezed his hand, that lean body constantly moving, rocking under him, wanting everything. Wanting him. The little jolts told him Hudson was getting close, trying to hold on as long as he could.
“Feel fucking perfect. Nothing better. Damn.” He rested his forehead against Hudson’s nape, giving his lover everything he had.
“Nothing.” Hudson didn’t hide a thing, letting Jack know exactly how much he liked it, how good it felt.
How close he was.
“Jack… baby…”
“Come on my cock, darlin’.” He licked the sweat off Hudson’s neck. “I want to feel you.”
Hudson’s head hung between his shoulders, and he pushed back, rocking into his hips before letting go and trembling with the orgasm, ass going tight around Jack’s prick, clenching and letting go over and over.
Hudson couldn’t see him, so he didn’t bother controlling his face. He just let himself go for it, slamming into Hudson until he had no control left.
His orgasm liked to blow the top of his skull clean off.
He leaned harder as Hudson dropped to his forearms and held their weight there, both of them breathing hard and riding the high.
Jack kissed Hudson’s lips, mouthing, “Thank you.”
He got a slow nod and a worn-out grin, but Hudson didn’t seem to have words yet.
That was good with him. Words weren’t his friends, but this?
This was where he said what he needed to.
Hudson shifted finally, stretching under him and rolling onto his back. “Mmm. I’m wrung out.”
He snuggled in. “Good. Wait until round two.”
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