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“Fuck. Sorry, I’m really sensitive there.”
Peyton pulled back. “In a bad way?”
“Hell no,” Hudson said, his voice ragged. “But I don’t want to shoot off yet. Just…wait for me on the bed, okay? I want this to last.”
Peyton felt a renewed sense of self-worth, the way he’d driven Hudson to the edge just by touching him. He backed up and sat down, then scooted to the side as he watched Hudson transfer to the mattress, then lean back to take his trousers off.
It didn’t take him long, and Peyton almost laughed at the hurried way he tossed his pants to the floor and shuffled up close. He didn’t bother with his briefs, and Peyton could see he wasn’t hard.
Hudson’s gaze followed his, and he sighed. “I probably won’t get an erection tonight. They’re kind of rare for me.”
“As long as it’s good for you,” Peyton said quickly, reaching for Hudson once he was within reach, “that’s all I care about.”
“It’s already amazing,” Hudson murmured, reaching for Peyton’s hip. He tugged him closer, pressing their mouths together, and Peyton let his hands roam over Hudson’s exposed skin. He drank in every gasp, every quiet moan, every twitch.
“Tell me where to touch you,” Peyton said.
“Anywhere,” Hudson murmured, stealing a last kiss before pulling back. “But we can worry about that after I’m done with you.” Peyton’s mouth fell open to protest, but Hudson kissed him again until he fell prey to his need. “Don’t argue,” Hudson said, stroking the backs of his fingers over Peyton’s cheek. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you for longer than I was willing to admit that I wanted this. Let me make you feel good.”
Peyton had no real argument. He wanted to make sure he made Hudson feel good, but a small, selfish part of him wanted to be doted on. It was rarely like that during his hookups. They weren’t always short or dirty or pointless, but they were always rough and emotionless.
They were scratching an itch, and for a long time, that was all he needed. All he wanted.
Now, he had feelings. He was caught up in wanting so much more than something just physical with Hudson, and he realized he needed this to go right.
“I’m all yours,” he said as Hudson pushed himself up to sit and reached for the two boxes. He immediately got lost in Hudson’s grin, which lit up his whole face. It didn’t change him, not really. It just unlocked a man that had been hiding behind his trauma.
He waited patiently as Hudson opened the box from his dresser and pulled out a long, thin tube out that Peyton recognized as the lube from the company’s website. His heart picked up a bit as Hudson set the box aside, then reached for the toy Peyton left on the bed.
“Are you okay with this?” Hudson asked. “I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
Peyton’s laugh was high and reedy. “I feel like if you don’t make me come, I might actually die.”
Hudson’s cheek darkened. “Baby, you need to be careful what you say to me right now. I’m so close to losing control.”
Peyton wanted that. He wanted it to linger, and be tender, but he wanted Hudson’s power and possession too. And he had a feeling Hudson could deliver. “Where do you want me?”
Hudson glanced around the bed, then used his hands to spread his legs wide and gave the space in the v a pat. “Put your ass here. Hook your legs over my thighs and lie on your back.”
The position was…maybe not awkward, but it was new. And it was a reminder that whatever this was would be different than Peyton had ever experienced. He had known full well after surgery that his sex life would ever be the same, but it hadn’t looked like this in his head.
He realized he loved it, because it was with Hudson.
He turned to his hands and knees, crawling over to straddle Hudson. With a groan, Hudson tugged him into a kiss, then gently lowered him back and scooted Peyton’s ass close to his soft dick.
“I know. My ass looks weird,” Peyton said, suddenly self-conscious.
“It doesn’t. It looks like you,” Hudson told him, dragging his fingers lightly over the insides of Peyton’s thighs. He turned his face toward Hudson’s knee and kissed it, not sure if the man could feel it, but he knew Hudson could see the gesture. He heard a soft sigh, then Hudson said, “I’ve only ever known you like this. And I really like you this way.”
Peyton hadn’t thought about it like that, and it made heat rush through his chest. “Touch me?”
“Yes, baby. I’m going to touch you.” Hudson quickly wrapped a lube-coated hand around Peyton’s dick, giving it a firm stroke and bringing it back to fully hard. Peyton let out a satisfied groan as Hudson’s strokes picked up, which was followed by a noise of protest when the touch disappeared. "Shh. I've got you. And I'm going to make sure you know how this works, so when you're not with me, you can use it."
"Okay," Peyton murmured, not quite sure he could pay attention, but he was going to try.
Hudson held the toy up, then pushed a button on the handle and the knob pulled back. "Slide your dick in the sleeve, then hit the top button." He demonstrated and Peyton sucked in a breath as Hudson fit the hole over the tip of his dick. "Hit the bottom button, and the prostate massager will curve around your balls. You just need to make sure your cock is fully inside."
He demonstrated and suddenly the sleeve was pulsing along his shaft while the prostate massager began to rub at his taint.
