"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Hudson pulled him down into another kiss. "Unless—" he stopped, suddenly aware that maybe things had changed, maybe Shaw didn't want that anymore, maybe?—
"Unless what?" Shaw asked.
"Unless you want something different." Hudson hesitated. "I'm not—I mean, I've tried things. With guys. The past few years. So if you wanted to?—"
"You've been with other guys?"
"Yeah. Not a lot, but yeah. Is that a problem?"
"No." His voice was rough. "Not a problem. Guess I just assumed you might still be figuring things out."
"I did. Definitively bi, which honestly just doubles my chances of getting laid, so that's worked out well for me."
Shaw laughed. "Of course that's how you’d frame it."
"What? It's true."
"You're ridiculous."
"And you're stalling." Hudson ran his hands down Shaw's sides, feeling him shiver. "So what do you want?"
Shaw studied his face. "What have you tried?"
"Almost everything, I guess." Hudson tried to sound casual. "Topped a few times. Bottomed more. Liked both."
Shaw's eyes darkened. "You topped?"
"Yeah. Why? You want—" Hudson stopped, reading Shaw's expression. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Would you want to?"
Hudson's mouth went dry. Shaw had always topped, being the one with experience, the one in control. But Shaw looked at him like he needed someone else to be in control for once, and Hudson was very much on board with this development.
"Yes," he said. "Very much."
"Good." Shaw kissed him again. "Then fuck me."
Turned out,fucking Shaw was entirely different from being fucked by Shaw.
Shaw on his back, legs wrapped around Hudson's waist, head tipped back against the pillow. His jaw went slack and his composure finally cracked around the edges. Hudsonsaw every reaction, heard every small sound Shaw couldn't quite hold back. The way his hands gripped the sheets when Hudson found the right angle almost undid him on the spot.
"Fuck. Don't—" Shaw's breath hitched when Hudson moved. "Don’t stop."
Hudson grinned despite being completely wrecked himself. "Not a chance."
He'd forgotten how intense this was. Shaw devastating like this, all that careful control stripped away, and Hudson wanted to memorize every second of it.
He wondered if Shaw ever let himself be on the receiving end.
"Harder," he said, and Hudson obliged, changing his angle until Shaw's back arched off the bed.
"There?"
"Yeah—fuck… there."
He kept the rhythm, watching Shaw fall apart underneath him. It was more intense than it had ever been. Shaw’s hands grasped the headboard, his entire body going taut as he moaned Hudson’s name.
