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Connor should have known better when Hudson dragged him back from the noise of the Oscars after party and plopped him onto the plush sofa of their shared hotel suite. The room was expensive, smelling of lilies and floor wax, but Connor could only focus on the heat of Hudson’s body. Hudson held Connor close with an arm around his waist. His fingers slipped beneath Connor's dress shirt to brush against the soft skin of his stomach and play with the waistband of his trousers.
Connor shifted, feeling uncomfortable. He couldn't ignore the way their co-star, François, kept glancing at them from the other end of the couch. François was still in his tuxedo, nursing a glass of dark amber whiskey, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the suite.
"I was thinking" Hudson said, his voice cutting through the silence. "The old man is in a terrible mood tonight. Just sitting there looking miserable for no reason."
François rolled his eyes, a dry, weary sound escaping his throat. "I can hear you, Hudson."
"Sitting over there being a killjoy while the night is still young.“ Hudson teased, his thumb rubbing distracting circles against Connor's hip.
"I don't know why you're in such a bad mood, François" Connor added softly. He tried to be nice, but it was hard to focus when Hudson was starting to tug at his belt. Connor’s heart was drumming against his ribs.
"There's really only one way to fix a bad mood like that" François watched them with a dark, flickering interest regardless. Hudson's hand moved to the button of Connor's pants. Connor grabbed his wrist, his pulse thumping in his fingertips. "I think we should show the old man some fun. Give him something to look at so he stops pouting."
"Hudson, not in front of him" Connor whispered, his face getting hot.
"Shh, it's okay. We'll just let the old man watch a bit, okay? Might cheer him up" Hudson murmured. He brushed Connor’s hands away and popped the button of his trousers. "You can be a good boy for me, right?"
Connor choked on a noise, half protest. His gaze met François’s and Connor could feel his entire face flush with heat, from his ears all the way down his neck. François’s legs spread as his eyes roamed from Connor's face to Hudson's hand slipping down into Connor's pants, into his silk panties.
Hudson had asked him to wear them under his suit, texting him with a million pouting emojis before they even hit the red carpet. And then he’d fucked Connor in them in the back of the car on the way here. Hudson hadn't even taken them off. He just pulled the fabric to the side and filled Connor with cock and cum. They were a mess now, wet and ruined because Hudson liked him best like that.
"I know you like it" Hudson said. He petted over the soft hair on Connor's mound, sliding down to where he was hot and embarrassingly wet. The pads of his fingers slid slippery over Connor's tender, puffy cunt. "Greedy pussy. You're fucking soaked, baby."
François grunted at that, his grip tightening on his whiskey glass. Connor could see his erection growing in his formal slacks. His eyes settled on it, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as Hudson rid Connor of his clothes, getting him naked in his lap. Hudson spread his pussy with two fingers while circling his clit with a third.
"You gonna let me show you off to him?" Hudson asked.
"Yes" Connor gasped. He opened his legs wider, letting the cool air of the hotel room hit his wet skin.
Hudson didn't stop at just one finger. He knew exactly how much he could push, and he seemed intent on showing François every bit of it. He slid a second finger inside, then a third, stretching the opening wide. The sound was thick and wet, echoing in the quiet suite as Hudson worked his hand back and forth.
"Look at that" Hudson muttered, his voice dropping into a low, rough tone. "See how he opens up for me? He’s practically begging you to pay attention, François."
Hudson hooked his fingers deep, curling them to find the most sensitive spots while his thumb stayed pinned to Connor's clit. Every time his fingers slid out, they were coated in slick, and he made sure to show the wetness off.
François didn't move an inch. He seemed unimpressed, maybe even a little annoyed by the display, but his eyes never left the spot where Hudson’s hand was buried in Connor. That heavy, quiet stare made Connor’s skin itch. He felt embarrassed, but the way François was watching made him want to move faster. He started grinding his weight into Hudson’s palm, trying to force those fingers deeper.
"Look at him, François" Hudson increased the pace, his fingers hitting the entrance over and over until Connor felt tight and stretched to his limit. Everything finally snapped. The climax hit Connor like a physical weight, a sudden rush of heat that made his head tilt back. He let out a loud, jagged moan, his internal muscles squeezing Hudson’s hand so hard that Hudson actually let out a quiet groan of his own.
"Huddy, wait" Connor panted, his body still twitching.
The relief didn't last. Hudson pulled his hand back with a wet squelch and didn't give Connor a second to recover. He grabbed Connor’s jaw, forcing him to look at his own slickness on Hudson’s skin before nodding toward the other end of the couch.
"I think the old man is bored" Hudson said, that annoying smirk on his face. "He looks like he’s about to fall asleep. Go wake him up."
"Huddy" Connor’s heart was thumping against his ribs.
"Don't be a tease, baby" Hudson whispered, his voice getting sharper, more demanding. "François is waiting. Go on."
Connor looked over. François was watching him with a dark, heavy expression. He hadn't said anything the whole time, but his legs were spread wide, and the hard shape of his cock was obvious through his expensive trousers.
"Go" Hudson said, giving him a firm shove. "Show him why I keep you around."
Connor did what he was told. He crawled across the velvet sofa, his bare knees sliding over the fabric. He felt small and totally exposed with the cool hotel air hitting his damp skin. When he reached the other end, he couldn't bring himself to look up. He was clearly shy, his face flushed a deep red as he hesitated. Finally, he reached out, his hands shaking noticeably as his fingers brushed against the cold metal of François’s belt.
François didn't help him. He stayed perfectly still, his back against the sofa cushions and his hands resting on the armrests, watching Connor struggle with the silver buckle. The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the quiet clink of the belt and the distant sound of a siren down on the street.
"What's the matter, Connor?" François finally spoke, his voice a deep rasp that made Connor’s breath hitch. "The old man’s belt too complicated for you?"
"I... I’ve got it" Connor whispered, his fingers fumbling.
He finally got the leather strap loose and tugged the zipper down. François wasn't wearing anything underneath his slacks, and his cock sprang free, thick and hot, already weeping a bead of pre-cum that glistened in the lamplight.
"Look at that" Hudson called out from the other end of the couch. He was leaning back, arms spread wide across the cushions, enjoying the view of his boyfriend kneeling at another man's feet.
Connor swallowed hard. He looked at the heavy length in front of him and then up at François. The older man’s eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide, showing the hunger he had been trying to hide.
"Don't just stare at it" François commanded, his hand finally moving to grip the back of Connor’s neck. His palm was large and calloused, his thumb pressing into the sensitive skin behind Connor’s ear. "Do what you came over here to do."
Connor leaned in, his heart hammering against his teeth. He licked the tip of François’s cock, a slow, tentative swipe of his tongue that drew a sharp, sudden hiss of breath from the man. Encouraged by the reaction, Connor took him into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he tried to take as much of the thick girth as he could.
He worked his tongue around the head, his eyes watering as he felt François’s fingers tighten in his hair. Unlike Hudson, who liked to grab and thrust, François held him steady, forcing him to take the length at a slow pace.
"Yeah, just like that" Hudson cheered, his voice dropping into a dark, needy tone as he started to stroke himself. "Take it all for him, Con. Show him what a good boy you are."
François let out a low groan, his hips giving a small, involuntary twitch. He looked down at Connor, his expression finally breaking. He didn't look bored anymore, he looked like he was about to lose his mind.
"He's good, Hudson" François muttered, his voice shaking. "He's fucking incredible."
François didn't let him stay there for long. Just as Connor was getting into a rhythm, the older man’s fingers tightened painfully in his hair, tugging his head back. Connor let out a wet gasp, strands of saliva stretching as he was forced to look up into François’s face.
"Enough" François rasped. He grabbed Connor by the waist and hauled him up onto the sofa. "I’m not sitting here while you do all the work."
Connor felt himself being flipped over until he was on his hands and knees, his pussy pushed up into the air. He felt so exposed, caught between the two men in the middle of the expensive suite. Hudson crawled over from his end of the couch, his eyes dark with excitement as he watched François reach for a small bottle of lube on the side table.
"Look at you, Con" Hudson whispered, reaching out to pet Connor’s shaking thigh.
François didn't waste time with more talking. He slicked his fingers and shoved them into Connor’s pussy. It was a heavy, blunt invasion that made Connor’s back arch. He used three fingers almost immediately, stretching Connor out until the skin felt thin and tight.
"You're so tight" François muttered, his breathing heavy and uneven. He leaned over Connor, his large frame completely covering him. "I can't believe Hudson gets to keep this all to himself."
"He doesn't" Hudson countered, moving to the front of the couch so he was face-to-face with Connor. He grabbed Connor’s hands and pinned them to the cushions. "I’m a sharer, aren't I, baby?"
Connor couldn't even answer. He was too busy trying to deal with the way François was stretching him. The older man was relentless, his fingers pumping in a hard, steady rhythm that hit every sensitive wall inside him. Connor’s head thrashed from side to side, his moans muffled against the velvet.
"He's ready" François said, his voice thick. He pulled his fingers out with a loud, wet sound that made Connor whimper at the sudden loss.
"Wait, François—" Connor started to say, but he was cut off as the heavy, broad head of François’s cock pressed against his entrance.
It was a completely different feeling than Hudson. It was wider, harder, and it felt like it was going to split him open. François pushed in slowly, giving Connor’s body time to accommodate the size, but he didn't stop until he was buried deep.
Connor let out a long, high-pitched keen, his eyes blowing wide. He felt stuffed to the brim, his stomach tight from the intrusion.
"Oh god" Connor sobbed, his fingers digging into the sofa. "François, it's so much."
"Hold him, Hudson" François ordered. He grabbed Connor’s hips, his large hands nearly meeting around Connor's waist, and started to move.
Hudson didn’t need to be told twice. He moved in close, framing Connor’s face with his hands. He looked into Connor's blown-out eyes, his own expression softening just a fraction, though that playful, sharp glint was still there.
"Deep breaths, baby" Hudson whispered. He leaned in, capturing Connor’s lips in a slow, deep kiss that tasted like the expensive champagne they’d been drinking all night.
Connor clung to the kiss, his fingers curling into Hudson’s shirt as he tried to find his rhythm. Behind him, François wasn't being gentle, but he wasn't rushing either. He was savoring the way Connor’s tight walls were struggling to hold all of him.
"That's it" Hudson murmured against Connor’s mouth, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. "Just look at me. Focus on me. You're doing so good for him."
Connor let out a shaky moan into Hudson’s palm. The sensation was almost too much. The contrast between Hudson’s soft petting and François’s hard thrusting was making his head spin. Every time François buried himself deep, Connor felt the air leave his lungs, his body arching into the friction.
"He's so tight, Hudson" François growled, his voice vibrating through Connor’s entire frame. His hands were locked onto Connor’s hips, his thumbs digging into the hip bones to keep him pinned. "I don't know how you ever let him leave the bed."
"I don't usually" Hudson teased, reaching down to find Connor’s clit, which was peeking out and swollen. He started to rub it, timing his movements with François’s thrusts. "But he’s a star, François. The world needs to see him. Even if they don't get to see him like this."
The combined attention was sending Connor over the edge. He started to sob, his head falling onto Hudson’s shoulder as his internal muscles began to spasm and clench.
"Huddy I'm... I'm gonna—"
"Go on then" Hudson encouraged, his voice dropping to a dark, commanding silk. "Come for the old man. Show him what he did to you."
Connor screamed into the quiet of the suite, his body seizing as a violent orgasm ripped through him. He felt François’s pace stutter and then accelerate, the older man letting out a long, guttural groan as he finally lost his composure, spilling himself deep inside Connor.
Connor was still shaking, his skin flushed and slick with sweat, but Hudson wasn't about to let the night end there. He watched the way François’s cock was buried deep inside Connor, the sight clearly doing something to him. Hudson’s eyes were dark, his jaw set as he reached down to guide his own erection toward the same narrow opening.
"Hudson, no" Connor breathed, his voice weak and trembling. "There’s no way. It’s too much."
"Shh, baby. Just stay still" Hudson whispered, his tone shifting from playful to something much more intense. He looked up at François, who was still catching his breath, his hands still firm on Connor's hips. "Don't let him move, François. Hold him steady."
The older man didn't argue. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against Connor’s back, his weight pinning Connor down against the velvet. He used one hand to reach around and grab Connor’s thigh, pulling it back to widen the angle.
"Deep breaths, baby" François rasped, his voice right against Connor's ear. "If you don't relax, it's going to hurt."
Hudson used his fingers to find the small gap alongside François’s thick length, pushing in slowly to create space. Connor let out a high, thin whine, his fingers digging into the sofa cushions so hard his knuckles turned white. He felt stretched to the absolute limit, his body protesting the impossible fullness.
Then, Hudson pressed the head of his cock against the entrance.
"Oh god, please" Connor sobbed, his head thrashing.
"I've got you" Hudson murmured, leaning down to capture Connor’s mouth in a kiss. He used the distraction to push.
It was a slow, heavy slide. Connor felt his skin burning, the stretch so wide it felt like he was being torn apart. He was so full he couldn't even draw a proper breath, his lungs feeling squeezed by the pressure in his lower body. Bit by bit, Hudson forced his way in, joining François inside.
When Hudson finally bottomed out, the room went silent for a second. Connor’s eyes were rolled back, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream. He felt completely stuffed, every inch of his internal walls pressed tight against the two men.
"Look at that" Hudson panted, his forehead resting against Connor’s. "Look at what you're taking, baby. You're so fucking greedy."
François let out a low, rough sound, his fingers digging into Connor's skin. "He’s taking both of us. Fucking hell, Hudson."
Hudson started to move first, just short, shallow tugs that made Connor’s entire body jolt. Then François followed, the two of them finding a messy, uncoordinated rhythm that had Connor completely losing his mind. He couldn't even form words anymore. He just made raw, animal sounds of pain and pleasure mixed into one.
The friction was overwhelming. Connor’s pussy was a mess of heat and slick, and as the two men hammered into him, he felt another orgasm building, one that felt like it was going to shatter him.
"You're making such a mess, Con" Hudson panted, his voice thick with a mix of pride and hunger. He reached down between their bodies, his thumb finding Connor's clit, which was pulled tight and nearly buried by how much they were stretching him. He started to rub it, hard and fast, adding one more layer of sensation to the chaos.
Connor’s vision was blurring. Every time they pushed in together, he felt the air leave his lungs in a high, broken sob. He couldn't even keep his head up. he just buried his face in the sofa cushions, his muffled groans filling the small space between them.
"Look at him" François growled, his voice vibrating through Connor's spine.
"He's perfect" Hudson countered, his pace turning frantic. He leaned over Connor, his sweat dripping onto Connor’s back as he pushed himself to the limit. "He's taking every bit of us. Aren't you, baby? You're taking it all."
Connor couldn't answer with words. He just shook his head, his hands clawing at the velvet fabric of the couch. The pressure was building in his chest, a tight, electric heat that was winding tighter and tighter with every heavy hit to his cervix. He felt like he was hovering right on the edge of a cliff, and the way they were moving together was finally going to push him over.
"Huddy, I—I can’t—" Connor choked out, his voice cracking.
"Yes, you can" Hudson commanded, his fingers digging into Connor's shoulders to keep him from collapsing. "Come for both of us."
Connor’s internal muscles suddenly seized, clenching around both cocks with a strength that made both men hiss in unison. A violent, white-hot orgasm ripped through him, making his entire body go rigid. He screamed into the cushions, his legs shaking so hard he almost slid off the couch.
The feeling of Connor’s climax was too much for the men to handle. François let out a low, guttural roar, his fingers bruising Connor’s hips as he emptied himself again deep inside. Seconds later, Hudson followed, his body jerking as he joined the mess, filling what little space was left.
For a long minute, no one moved. The only sound in the suite was the heavy, ragged breathing of three men. The air felt thick and humid, the smell of sex and expensive cologne hanging heavy over the sofa.
Slowly, Hudson pulled out, followed by François. Connor immediately slumped forward, he was shaking.
Hudson didn't pull away for long, though. He curled up behind Connor, pulling his shaking body back against his chest and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his sweaty temple.
"See?" Hudson whispered, his voice finally returning to that smug, boyish tone. "I told you the old man just needed some fun."
François sat back, adjusting his clothes with a tired sigh, though a small, genuine smirk finally touched his lips as he looked at the two of them. "I hate to admit it, Hudson, but you might be right for once."
"Hey" Hudson whispered, his breath warm against Connor’s ear. "You okay, baby? You’re shaking like a leaf."
Connor only managed a weak nod into the sofa. He felt completely spent, his mind a hazy fog of pleasure and exhaustion.
François stood up, his movements slow and steady. There was a quiet, almost protective look in his eyes as he looked down at Connor. "I'll get some towels"
Hudson pulled Connor back into his lap, ignoring the slickness that ruined his own expensive trousers. He wrapped his arms around Connor, tucking Connor’s head under his chin. "You did so good”
"Shut up" Connor mumbled, though he leaned into the warmth.
François returned a moment later with a stack of warm, damp washcloths and a thick hotel robe. He didn't say anything as he began to gently wipe the sweat and cum from Connor’s thighs.
Connor tried to shy away, his face heating up again, but François’s hand was firm on his knee.
"Stay still" François murmured. "Let us take care of you."