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Julius could feel the long, hard throb of Hudson’s erection against his own, and the feeling was enough to shut his thinking brain off and his animal brain on.
From somewhere deep in his chest, he groaned, hands sliding under Hudson’s suit jacket. He knew the other man’s body almost as well as his own. Better, maybe. After all, he didn’t spend as much time staring at himself in the mirror as he spent looking at Hudson.
Julius opened his mouth, pushing his tongue into Hudson’s, muscle against muscle. In seconds he had Hudson’s suit jacket off and he tossed it toward a table in the center of the room, not caring when one of the buttons made a loud thwack against the wood. His own followed, seconds later, and then Hudson was undoing the buttons on his shirt, yanking it out where it had been tucked into his trousers, his rough hands against the soft skin of his belly.
“Shh,” Hudson whispered, teasingly, breaking their kiss for just long enough to speak. “That’s not the sound of mural appreciation.”
Julius realized he’d been groaning, and laughed.
“I’ve got a keen eye for art,” he said.
For just a moment, he thought of Quinn’s ass as she walked away from them.
Then he thought of her, riding him, her face flushed, her eyes closed in bliss.
He grabbed Hudson by the belt and jerked the other man against himself, his eyes shuddering closed as they rubbed lengths again, through the thick suit fabric. His other hand danced under Hudson’s shirt, feeling his hard ab muscles alongside the thick ridges of the scars there. He knew the story behind every one: the long one that traveled up his side from a motorcycle accident ten years ago, the diagonal slash across one pec from a knife fight not long before they’d met.
Julius moved his lips along Hudson’s jaw — clean shaven for once, since they’d been with the judge earlier — and followed his skin down to the spot below his jaw, right where he could feel Hudson’s heartbeat.
Ba dum. Ba dum. Julius nipped the spot softly with his teeth, just hard enough for Hudson to feel it.
Hudson groaned, and Julius could feel his cock stiffen against his.
“It’s an excellent mural, isn’t it?” he said, teasing the other man.
Then Hudson’s hands were on his belt, unbuckling it, whipping the black leather through the buckle, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, his thick, calloused fingers drawing Julius’s cock out of his pants and stroking it once from root to tip, his grip tight.
“God I want to fuck you,” Julius hissed.
“Is that what this is?” Hudson asked, a smile in his voice, sliding his hand up and down one more time.
Julius’s hand found Hudson’s cock through his pants and squeezed, hard, eliciting a groan from the other man. Hudson’s grip loosened on Julius’s cock for a second, and Julius took the opportunity to grab his mate and spin the two of them around, pinning the other man against the wall with a dull thud.
He didn’t even care if anyone outside had heard. Julius was beyond caring about any of that. All he could feel was the roaring fire of his lust.
He pressed his cock against Hudson’s again, lowering his head one more time to the other man’s throat, inhaling his scent deeply.
It made him feel like he was burning from the inside out.
Julius wanted nothing more than to take his mate right there, on the table in the jury room, bury his cock to the hilt inside Hudson, listen to his mate’s cries of pleasure.
He hadn’t brought any lube, though. Shit.
In a flash, he had Hudson’s pants unbuckled and undone, his cock out, rubbing against his own. For a moment it felt like fireworks were going off in his brain, blotting out everything else in the world. Right now, there were only the two of them.
Then he thought of her sashaying away again, her hips moving side to side. Teasing him, though she hadn’t meant to.
“Are you thinking about how easy it would have been to rip her shirt open?” Hudson growled.
“I’m thinking about her ass in that skirt as she walked away,” Julius said.
He felt Hudson’s strong hand grip both of their cocks, stroking them together, hot, hard flesh on hard flesh.
“I bet her tits bounce when she rides your cock,” Hudson whispered in Julius’s ear.
Julius put his hand over Hudson’s and they stroked together. Julius was breathing hard now, and he could feel the sweat dripping down his back.
He was so keyed up that it wasn’t going to take much to send him over the edge. He was close, already, and he could tell that Hudson was too.
