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There's a certain look Connor gets in his eyes when he stares at Hudson. He stares as if Hudson is the only person left on Earth. While Hudson is in his sights, nothing can distract his focus. Someone will try to get his attention and he'll turn his head towards them while keeping his gaze locked on Hudson's body. It's obscene. It's obvious.
Hudson loves it.
When those deep blue eyes lock onto his, Hudson can hear his silent commands he communicates only with his stare.
Eyes on me, baby.
Don't you dare fucking look away.
And he doesn't dare look away. Ever. As long as he can help it. Only when Connor breaks eye contact to trace his gaze down Hudson's body, starting at his throat and ending at his thick thighs, does Hudson look away. Always with a swallow and a flush of pink high on his cheeks.
That stare makes him feel all sorts of different ways: like the king of the fucking world, like prey waiting to be devoured, like the most worshiped deity in the universe.
And this is only how he stares in public. Hudson knows exactly where that stare will take him later.
In private, Connor rakes his eyes over Hudson's naked body like it's the last time he'll ever see him. He guides Hudson's arms above his head, spreads his legs and settles between them like it's where he belongs, and stares.
Connor's mouth traces every inch of his body while his eyes roam. Plush lips kiss his ankles, a pink tongue licks over sex sells, a small gun, and a snake, and sharp teeth dig into pebbled nipples. His eyes catch every twitch and shiver, every drop of precum leaking from Hudson's flushed dick.
When Connor takes pity and finally brings those lips, tongue, teeth to his cock, Hudson can only close his eyes and whimper in relief.
A sharp slap to his thigh has his eyes snap open. He murmurs out an apology, voice all weepy. He knows better than to look away while Connor blows him. He tilts his head to maintain eye contact while his dick is swallowed down.
This is what undoes him. More than the wet heat and skilled tongue and tight throat. Connor's everlasting locking of eyes has him closer and closer to the edge.
When those eyes narrow he knows all too well what it means.
Don't cum.
And he won't. Because his urge to obey is more powerful than fleeting pleasure.
Connor kisses his tip as a parting gift and trails down to his ass. His eyes bore into his winking hole like it's his last meal.
Only once his tongue flicks out to lick into his tightening heat does Hudson know it's safe to close his eyes. The only time Connor will allow himself to close his own is when he's pressed mouth first between Hudson's plump ass cheeks.
Hudson's eyebrows furrow in ecstasy as he's eaten out. Strong hands have raised his thighs to fold towards his chest. Hudson's own hands haven't left their place above his head. His fingers clench the bedsheets, drawn out moans leave his lips without permission.
A finger slips into him, lubed up while he was distracted by a clever tongue. He pants as said tongue works with a finger to coax his hole open. His back arches as a second joins in. He's anything but quiet as he's slowly taken apart.
When the blissful sensations disappear he blinks his eyes back open. Connor settles on top of him, hands clasping his wrists where they've been kept obediently above his head and force their weight into the bed as he pushes his cock in. Their eyes stay locked together.
Hudson knows Connor only used two fingers to stretch him open because he likes to watch his pretty brown eyes tear up as he enters. Hudson doesn't mind.
(He can't mind. Not when the sting has him moaning in bliss. Not when he gets to see the stars in Connor's eyes as he watches Hudson cry for him.)
Their bodies rock together in tandem. His gasps catch and his moans pitch higher when Connor hits his prostate just right.
His eyes roll back and Connor quickly moves his arm to grab his face and correct him back to locking eyes. He leans down to lick into his mouth, tongue first like always. Their eyelids stay half open, keeping their gazes on each other even as they kiss.
When they break apart Connor keeps his hand on his jaw, ensuring Hudson doesn't look away.
Please falls from his red glossy lips. One more minute with Connor's eyes on him and he'll burst.
Connor smiles, slow and satisfied, whispers cum, and Hudson's gone. Cum splatters between their stomach's at the command. Connor groans at the constricting heat and releases inside him. Their eyes watch as they lose themselves with each other.
Connor stares and stares and stares. And Hudson stares back because every second it says I love you.