Don Juan barely suppressed a shudder as Hudson's hand ran up against him. He didn't want to give too much away, though; didn't want to give in just yet. He wanted Hudson to fuck him, obviously; he'd come into the conversation with the express goal of getting into a position like this. He still wanted to end up in his bed, or up against the wall, or bent over a table, however it shook out... but Hudson had also said he wanted to continue the conversation they'd started in the garden, and Don Juan had an opportunity here he wasn't going to miss. He hadn't gotten over how little sense Hudson's chief complaint made; hadn't figured out how a qualm like this could possibly have lead to months of avoiding each other.

He arched his eyebrows. "Aren't you worried I'll change my mind?"

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