He offered no resistance as Hudson guided him into the next position, following the other man's hands languidly. He knew what was coming next, of course, but he was content to defer to Hudson on all of the specifics: where to place his knees, the height and angle of his hips. He reached up to grab one of Hudson's pillows and pulled it down to tuck under his head, not because he wanted to be any more comfortable but because he was thinking ahead to being able to stifle a moan in it. Hudson probably didn't mind the noise, if he hadn't said anything so far about keeping their volume low, but Don Juan thought there was something inherently sexy about seeing someone bite a pillow because of what you were doing to them.

He stayed as relaxed as he could while Hudson pressed into him, to ease his entry. Hudson went slow and there was the initial uncomfortable stretch, but in hardly any time it had moved past discomfort into pleasure. Don Juan moaned as Hudson reached the height of his first slow thrust. This felt like it had been easier than in previous sexual encounters, and Don Juan briefly wondered if there was something special about the lubrication Hudson had reached for. Then he realized: Oh, that's why he made me come first. The orgasm had left him deeply relaxed, in a way he didn't need to consciously think about maintaining. He'd have to remember that for future liaisons.

Now that Hudson was inside him he tightened up more, pressing his ass back to give Hudson the most pleasurable resistance he could manage to each thrust. "Oh, yeah," he said, half muffled by the pillow. Those were probably the only words he was going to manage until Hudson finished; the next sound from his lips was another moan.

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