Don Juan sighed into Hudson and did his best to melt into the other man's chest. This only brought into stark relief that he was still overdressed for the occasion, though; he'd unbuttoned his shirt but had left it on so as not to have to obviously skirt removing his suspenders. Now he peeled himself away from Hudson long enough to shrug both off, then shimmy out of his pants. He had been planning on crawling right back into Hudson's lap, but now that he was up he caught sight of the bulge in the other man's pajamas and had a different idea.

Hudson had more often been the one on his knees, before, but that hardly meant Don Juan lacked experience in that area, or that he didn't know what Hudson liked. Don Juan shot him a wicked grin as he reached for the waist of Hudson's pajama pants and lowered himself to the floor between Hudson's knees.

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