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Hudson carried disappointment throughout the car ride to the CAA party. He wanted to at least meet up with his Connor before the event, to satiate his thirst for the man before he's crowded by people who're interested to talk to him and by the multiple cameras that will point in his direction. He doesn't hate the attention—like a peacock, he preen under the many hungry eyes that's directed towards him. But between the many scrutinizing eyes, Hudson has only ever had his sights set on one Connor Storrie.
They had face-timed the day before, after Hudson was situated at the hotel he will be staying at throughout the duration of the Oscars and the events that follow afterwards. Connor shared about his day strolling around Cali, the malls and stores he visited and how some fans spotted him. He smiled, wide and blinding even behind the phone screen, and Hudson wished he could invite himself to Connor's place already instead of lounging alone in his hotel room. Patience is a virtue, he reminds himself—After all, he has something more exciting planned for him later.
He steps out of the car, the crowd of fans and paparazzi already blaring through his ears as he smiles, sharp and dangerous as it always is, as he's escorted to the entryway of the party. He's still donning the patterned suit vest that matches with his pants, Anastasia always working to supply him with the best pieces that compliments him. There was a slight shuffle between the security guards before he finally entered the event area—A lavish venue decorated in a dark, moody tone, accents of gold and silver surrounding the area. It's gorgeous, Hudson notes as he takes in the sight. He’s led deeper into the party, his eyes scanning the room to see if he recognizes any familiar faces. Ultimately, he settles to strike up a conversation with anyone that's excited to meet him and mingle as needed. With every movement he makes, however, he’s reminded of the soft fabric he hides beneath his vest, the material scratches his buzzing skin.
There was an uproar of cheers suddenly, making him turn towards the commotion. He supposed another actor has entered the party, but the only person that could make that many people in a room welcome them is another high profile artist, unless—
Connor's golden curls were the first thing Hudson spots as he greets the many people awaiting him. He's carrying his charming smile, his eyes wide and boisterous as he shakes hands and is swept into short side–hugs by other artists alike. Hudson musters up the courage to gaze down, finding a silver necklace that compliments Connors sunkissed skin, all black fit that makes a delicious contrast against the man's complexion. His eyes landed on the black and silver cuffs, Hudson's throat suddenly parched at the accessory. The silver cuff, in particular, reminds him of something else that he files away for later purposes.
The small amount of alcohol Hudson had drunk isn't enough to color his cheeks pink, so the only culprit would be Connors' eyes finally making contact with his from across the room, a flash of desire behind those bright blues, before it's covered by glee as he makes a beeline to Hudson. He can't help but to squeal, the way he does with his many other friends, as Connor gathers him into a tight hug that he reciprocates immediately. Hudson smiles into his partner's shoulder, breathing in the warm scent of the sun Connor always carries that peeks behind his heady cologne. He sighs, the fatigue he had carried from wrapping up YAGA and his requested appearance at Balenciaga Paris melts smoothly, as if Connor is the last piece he needed to fully relax.
Connor doesn't suppress the grin that's permanently etched there whenever he and Hudson reunite. He presses his hands around the man's back, indulging himself in his partner's tight embrace. He rests his chin atop Hudson's shoulder, enough to greedily inhale Hudson's signature fresh scent and an underlying sweetness that the cologne he wore adds. It's intoxicating, addicting in a way Connor never wants to let go. His palm skims over the fabric of Hudson's jacket, finding the slight groove of his muscles as they shudder beneath his touch. Connor's grin turns sharp as he takes note just how eager his partner is, mirroring his own hunger.
Unfortunately, the public calls for them to separate from the ‘friendly’ hug they share, yet whenever Connor is with his soulmate, he could care less about whoever decided to point a camera and snap a picture of them. As long as his hip is connected with Hudson, he’d brave the public world and everything it entails.
“I’m so happy you're here.” Hudson whispers, his breath brushing over the blonde’s curls. Connor's heart threatens to burst, it always does whenever he sees those lingering eyes and adorable curls in front of him.
“I’m happy to see you too, you look amazing, baby.” He runs another appreciative hand across Hudson's chest before they easily find their place on his hip, tightening a knowing grip on them. The blush on Hudson's cheeks deepens ever so slightly.
“You too, I love the silver accents,” Hudson's eyes drop to the chains resting on Connors clavicle, before feels the raven-heads playful finger tugs at the silver cuff on his right. “Especially this.” He smirks.
Connor chuckles, his hand now moves to settle on Hudson's lower back. “Tease.”
“That’s not the only one,”
The blonde raises a brow as Hudson chuckles lightly. “Oh? And what else?”
“You’ll see,” Hudson grins before he turns, now facing a camera as it flashes to capture him and his partner beside him. Connor only had a split second to school his desire and present appropriately, knowing the picture of him and Hudson would most likely be plastered around social media. Hudson moves closer so they're cheek–to–cheek, and Connor smiles even wider. His arm tightened around his partner as if to ease Hudson to his side. If the public sees, it's simply to help his friend so they won't tumble as the camera clicks, but Connor knows it's simply his selfish act of wanting to constantly touch Hudson's willing body.
Hudson remains by Connor's side throughout the party. They separate momentarily to grab drinks or to talk to specific people, knowing they have both made the mutual decision to bloom individually, despite wanting to stay stitched by the hips. Connor was mostly in a circle of prominent actors as they gushed about his SNL performance and their favorite parts, the blonde basking in the praises and the inquiries about him. He laughs and chuckles, his arms always have one or two other actors wanting a piece of him. The attention is slightly overwhelming, if not for him being disconnect from the internet, having been living mostly offline. He’s aware of his presence, though it's not as jarring as to constantly be bombarded by fans both in real life and on social media.
After the many conversations that Connor has engaged in, he turns to look for his partner who’s still on the other side of the room. He calls for Hudson, his voice barely breaking the myriads of other people’s conversation, and yet the man still turns with a blinding smile. Only then did Connor feel himself visibly gulp. He wasn't aware of what top Hudson had been wearing underneath the vest, he hadn't sent a picture of himself in full glam like he usually does, but he should've known he had been planning something to surprise Connor.
Hudson walks towards him, a slight sway in his hip, as his skin peeks behind a sheer black fabric. Lace patterns swirl around Hudson's body, flowy in a way it invites eyes to see and Connor jolts with a sudden feeling of possessiveness. The man's skin a teasing display, inviting the blonde to give in to his desires, especially as Hudson finally stands before Connor and flexes his body just so, giving him a taste of his exposed nipples beneath the fabric. The blonde’s jaw flexes, mustering a smile as all blood goes south.
“You called, pretty?” Hudson tilts his head just so, his cheshire grin on display as he slides one arm around Connor's waist. The blonde smirks, dipping slightly to breathe into his partner's ear.
“Your shirt …. ” Connor makes sure to brush against Hudson's skin, relishing in the shiver he receives. “I like it. You look hot.”
“Kinda why I took off my jacket.” Hudson shrugs, though the red on Hudson's cheeks defeats his coy response. Connor's arm moved on its own volition as it snakes around Hudson's middle, pulling him equally closer.
There was a split moment where time paused. As Hudson’s attention is fully at Connor, as their breath mingled amongst the busy bodies of the party, as their attention is only at one another, a bubble forming between those two, encapsulating only them under the California night. Connor's eyes drop to his partner's enticing lips, the slight bite he does as Hudson notices where Connor's attention is on. Hudson smirks, pushing himself against the blonde’s chest. “I was shown a private room earlier.”
Connor blinks, his grin widening. “Oh yeah? ‘Course you did,”
“Only for us,” Hudson pushes his bottom lip, the adorable pout he does. “Why would I bring anyone else?”
“Show me.” Connor pushes back against his partner, making sure the tip of his thumb brushes against Hudson's nipple, feeling the skin beneath his finger shiver slightly. Hudson cusses, a sharp inhale before he shakes himself and grabs Connor's hand.
He lets himself be led by Hudson as he pushes through the crowd, as they wave off some eager eyes with a weak excuse, slipping between actors and attendees. The area slowly changes from the black and gold accents into a deep burgundy hallway. Hudson pushes one door and an expansive sofa greets them, a dimly lit room decorated in deep red color that's both warm and dangerous. The kind of color fit for someone alluring like Hudson.
“Did they get this room specifically for you?” Connor jokes as they walk in. He hears a click of a lock behind him, trusting Hudson as the blonde runs a hand over the sofa cushion. It's soft and comfortable, he knows just how to use that information.
“I wish,” Hudson chuckles. “Though … ”
Connor hears a shuffling of fabric. As he turns, he quickly realizes how dry his throat has become at the scene before him. Hudson’s pants are neatly folded and are on the back of a love seat on the other end of the room, the man stands in nothing but the lace top with matching black lace panties, his steadily hardening cock hides beneath the fabric. Hudson approaches Connor, an inviting smirk on his lips as he pushes his partner to the sofa. He climbs atop of him, relishing in Connor's undivided attention, before his voice drops dangerously low. “I make it look good, don't I?"
Connor's hands instinctively went to Hudson's hips, his blunt nail scratches at the lace fabric. He breathes against his partner's chest, the heat he’s been harbouring throughout the night threatening to spill as he feels himself hardening inside his dress pants.
“Hudson …” He sighs, placing kisses at every exposed skin beneath the fabric. It stirs his hunger, the way the lace hugs Hudson's body, his skin a stark difference than the dark fabric, the pattern snaking around his chest which only serves to make Connor’s attraction grow. He brings one exposed nipple between his lips, a filthy kiss which earns him a whimper from the man on top of him. His other hand is busy with brushing over the other bud, lavishing it with equally feverish attention, the fabric scratching against Hudson's sensitive skin.
The raven-head bites back a groan, though he does not stop the faint moans that slip out with each swipe of Connor's thumb and each pass of his tongue, warm breath against shivering skin. Hudson breathed a sigh of relief when Connor pulled back slightly, not before diving into the other nipple, bringing the erect bud between his teeth and biting softly. Hudson hisses as his hand tightens his grip on Connor's shoulder.
“Connor– Fuck.” He jumps slightly, a sharp jolt of pain from the man beneath him pinching his already swollen nipple. “Ah! Hey … “ He pouts, his styled hair has begun to droop slightly, an adorable crown atop his head.
Connor suppresses a teasing smile as he sits back, lazy in the way he roams across Hudson's languid body. His partner is supporting an angry hard on, the tip of his dick peeking out from the black lace panties. It's enticing, and Connor entertains the idea of sucking him dry just to see how it’ll look, the white stain across the pretty fabric. But for now, he’s content to see where Hudson wants to lead the night into.
“You wore this for me?” Connor bats his long lashes, a faux innocence as his hands continue to rub circles on Hudson’s hips through the fabric.
“This isn’t even the main course …” Hudson guides his partner's hand, slipping Connor's reverent finger underneath the panties. He shivers slightly, though his smirk only grows wider as the blonde touches the blunt end of the toy that he slipped in before the event. “Thought you’d want something more special.”
Connor's eyes expand, a surge of animalistic need courses through him. He hooks a finger around the toy, tugging it ever so slightly to coax a sound from his partner. Hudson grunts above him as he drops his head to Connor's shoulder, his soft strands tickling at the skin under his ear. Connor groans, pressing a kiss to Hudson's temple softly. “All of this … for me?”
He feels the man nod, short moans escape him as Connor continues to push and pull at the toy buried deep inside him. At a particular thrust, Hudson bites at the blonde's neck as his hips stutters, grinding onto Connors dress pants.
“Fuck … Connor, please.” He groans, sitting to blink prettily at his partner. His eyes are wide, the heat simmering within is only fueled with his growing desire.
Connor smirks before devouring his partners lips in another searing kiss, biting at the man above him, their tongues mingling with each other, bated breath between a pair of lips fighting for dominance. Though ultimately, Connor knows Hudson’s fight is only for show. He moves to settle Hudson on the expanse of the deep red sofa as he stretches on his back, the man whimpering at the loss of contact shortly. He pushes Hudson's top to gather above his chest, enough so it wont catch any of their mess, knowing the last thing they need is questions from their stylists.
The blonde kisses his way down Hudson's body, biting softly and nipping, eager to leave marks that’ll be remembered until their Oscars reunion. Connor slowly slips down the man's panties, the fabric softly eases down Hudson's built thighs, down his leg, though they catch at Hudson's right ankle. Connor bites on the inside of his partner leg, teasingly close to his erect cock, begging for attention, precum starting to pool from anticipation.
“So pretty for me, baby.” He whispers against Hudson's thigh, sending shivers that run up the man's spine. “Always so good for me, look at you.”
“Only for you, papi.” He giggled, arousal entwined in his words. Connor can't help but chuckle lightly. He bites a bit harder at the skin before him, earning himself a mewl from Hudson.
His hand brushes over the plug, still snug inside Hudson's enticing ass. He pushes it in, barely a movement, before Hudson throws his head back against the cushion, a keening groan escapes his lips. Always so sensitive, Connor smiles to himself.
He pulls at the toy, hooking his fingers around the base and now moving it in earnest. He thrusts in, just enough to hear Hudson's moan yet not enough to push him to the relief he yearns. He’s not allowed, not until Connor buries himself deep inside Hudson's warmth and makes him carry his release back to his hotel room.
Hudson almost shouts as Connor easily pulls the plug out, placing it somewhere near them. Connor watches, his eyes trained on Hudson's pretty, puffy hole, eager and wanting. He groans, swiftly pulling himself out and stroking himself so he doesn't cum the second he enters his gorgeous partner.
“Fuck, so eager …” He groans, Hudson preens beneath him. He gathers himself, enough to focus and not lose his composure immediately at the display of beauty before him. Connor slowly pushes himself inside of Hudson's welcoming hole, the warmth of it almost sending him over the edge, easily sliding in from the amount of prepping and the added plug. No matter how many times they do this, Connor can never fully grasp just how perfect Hudson is for him. His ass was made for him, just like how the universe pushed them to align cosmically. The way it swallows his cock whole, the tight embrace of it always sends shivers deep within Connor.
“Shit,” Connor groans, finally sheathed within his partner, wholly. “Hudson, you feel … amazing.”
Hudson whines, one hand gripping the cushion by his head, the other claws at Connor's hand which grips his hips. He allows Hudson to catch his breath, still breathing so he doesn't cum embarrassingly quick. It wasn't until Hudson began to move his hips, a smirk evident on his teasing lips, that Connor relented and began moving. He sets a relentless pace, hips snapping quickly knowing both of them are reaching their climax quicker than they intended. Throughout the party, the two kept exchanging heated glances, eyes dark as they passed one another, sliding hands at times where the public eye was not directed towards them. Coupled with the lace that Hudson had decided to parade himself in, it's impossible for Connor to hold back his desire.
Connor leans down, biting at Hudson's neck as he moves with ragged breath. It's almost feral, the way he's leaving just beneath the collar of Hudson's shirt, enough so it's covered as they leave the party later, and yet said marks will be visible solely for Hudson to admire. Hudson wraps his arms around Connor, whimpering as he is unable to touch his man's skin, though the fact that Connor is still mostly clothed while Hudson is in nothing but his sheer top sends another deep desire into his tightly pulled coil. The silver chain scrapes against the lace shirt, hitting Hudson's chin as Connor continues to move in earnest. The sound of skin slapping and heavy breath would alert anyone, and something on the back of Connor's mind hopes the room they are currently defiling is at the very least soundproof.
His movements start to falter as Hudson’s hole tightens, pulling him ever so closer to the edge. He grunts and brings Hudson's lips to his, a filthy kiss between them as Connor chases his high.
When Hudson suddenly jerks away, Connor almost stops completely if it weren't for the man pulling him down and growling into his ear. “Cum in me, please, i want it inside, please Connor.”
Connor moans, a sound from deep within it almost scares him. “Of course baby, fuck, anything for you,”
He thrusts once, twice, before he stills and feels himself coming, coating Hudson's inside with his seed, causing the man beneath him to let out a high-pitched whine—a sound so intoxicating, a song Connor can listen on repeat . Connor continues to wring himself dry, fucking his cum deep within him, making sure nothing is spilled into the sofa beneath them. Hudson follows soon, exposing the column of his throat as he comes, the white ropes landing just beneath the black lace top. Connor is relieved they won't need to make up an excuse, yet partially disappointed in some selfish way.
The blonde pulls out, leaving Hudson with a small kiss on his lips. Connor looks around the room and spots a box of wipes just a table away. He retrieves them and sits beside Hudson once more, grabbing some of the sheets to clean up the splattered cum before it dries and he's left with a bratty Hudson, complaining his way out of the party. He chuckles to himself as he wipes him down, Hudson still reeling back from the high.
Once they were cleaned up, Connor discarded the tissues in a trash can near the door before returning to cover Hudson in kisses. The man beneath him grins, his hand finding purchase on Connors curls as he softly plays with them.
Connor revisited his earlier idea and smiled to himself, knowing Hudson would agree—if not beg—for him to do it.
He retrieves the plug from earlier, now realizing it has a beautiful red gem at the base of the toy, definitely a toy fitting for someone like Hudson. He eased the toy back inside his partner, earning a soft whimper from the man beneath him. Connor presses a kiss to his temple, before moving to his lips, capturing them in a sweet peck.
“There,” He taps the plug lightly. “Something to remember,”
Hudson smiles, wrapping his arms around his partner once more, languid and satiated. “Hmm … Thank you,”
Connor smiles, proud of how well he’s taught his eager puppy. “Good boy, Hudson, did so well,” He kisses his cheek, just below the man's eye which Hudson giggles at.
They exchanged a few more kisses before gathering themselves and making sure they looked presentable once more. By some miracle, despite their rushed thirst, their hair and outfit still looks put together, not to mention Hudson's hair lands just so, immaculate as it always does. The two leave the dim room giggling, always at each other's side until they reach the main part once more. The event didn't slow down, not once, and even erupted in excitement once Hudson and Connor joined the crowd again.
Connor had agreed to leave the CAA party earlier than his partner, to avoid any rumors or nosy fans, and also to mostly avoid curious paparazzi who might get too close for comfort, snapping a picture neither of them are ready to explain yet. Hudson is content with letting Connor say his goodbyes first, after all, he’ll be seeing him again later that weekend, at the Oscars.