Don Juan paused and glanced up at the ceiling, as though he needed to sort through his mental agenda. He moved his eyebrows once, twice; ticking items off the list, then looked back down at Hudson with a goofy grin. "Yep. That and the necking." He scooted in closer to Hudson's hips and leaned his head down towards the other man's neck, though didn't actually kiss him yet. "I admit I didn't think to prepare much in the way of conversation. I was expecting my tongue would be busy enough as it was."

He assumed the subtext was obvious: So shut up and kiss me. He wasn't entirely sure he was onboard for the evening — he wanted to think he was, and had been telling himself there wouldn't be trouble going straight back to how things had been half a year ago, but he'd had the chance to remove his pants before coming over here and hadn't taken it. He might have still needed a little convincing... but talking about it certainly wasn't going to help. He needed Hudson to touch him, to kiss him, to show him that everything was going to be alright.

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