Don Juan frowned, unable to keep the disappointment off his face when Hudson said no more. The actual act wasn't something he would miss — it was enjoyable, but not dramatically moreso than normal sex. He liked feeling as though he was doing something unique and special with Hudson, though; something Hudson liked and didn't do with just anyone. They'd really only started getting any kind of momentum with it, and now Don Juan had apparently killed the pursuit entirely, with twenty minutes of cannabis.

He sighed. "Okay," he said, not in much of a position to argue. "Sorry."

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