A blindfold. Don Juan's breath caught. Was this alright? When Hudson had him in his mouth it had been easy to forget everything else that had happened and give over to the feelings. Now he thought of Hudson holding him up against the door. Robbing him of his vision was giving Hudson yet another advantage, if it came down to it, and Don Juan was already entirely outmatched. But Don Juan wanted Hudson to sleep with him, and he had the sense that if he said no to this — if he said no to anything — it might not happen. Not tonight, maybe not ever; they hadn't seen each other in months before this.

Hudson was expecting a verbal response. "Alright," he confirmed, and added any remaining misgivings to the tension in the pit of his stomach.

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