Hudson was already partially undressed. Despite the fact that this was always Don Juan's first instinct on getting anywhere with even a modicum of privacy as well, he took it as a good sign of things to come. Hudson looked angry, but that was fine. Don Juan was angry, too. It was infantilizing to be told he didn't know his own mind, just because he'd had some opium. Hudson might have thought he had the moral high ground in the situation, but Don Juan didn't plan to surrender it to him so easily — hence the smug comment, intentionally provoking. Don Juan was angry, too — but not angry enough to quiet the steady thrum of desire, and it seemed neither was Hudson.

He didn't know if the hand at his throat was meant to be threatening or alluring. It had elements of both. Don Juan met Hudson's eyes for a second, then subtly leaned in to the pressure. Not enough that he couldn't speak clearly, but enough that the discomfort was impossible to ignore. "Yeah," he said, still holding Hudson's gaze with an expression that conveyed something like I dare you. "Go on then. Anywhere you like."

Don Juan had the vague sense that if Hudson was trying to maintain the moral high ground, then having sex before they'd finished their conversation was a point on Don Juan's favor.

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