Chapter Text
“You want to fuck a boy for the first time, Huddy?”
And yes, yes please, Hudson does, but he’s also never gone this far. There was the hand stuff and the mouth stuff and rubbing, grinding, frottage stuff and then- and then of course the thigh stuff this morning, but this? Being inside a boy- being inside of Connor? It’s…
Scary.
Because I have no idea what I’m doing, Hudson realizes as his hands twitch uselessly. He knows he wants to be close to Connor -even asked Connor to be his boyfriend!- but now he feels like a little boy that does not even know what to do with his hands.
Hudson finally palms at himself as he watches Connor unzip and pull off his own pants.
“Come on,” Connor says when he looks up to see Hudson staring at him with flushed, unnerved cheeks. “Follow the leader, right?”
And Hudson does the same, trying to swallow back his nerves in their usual game of ‘follow the leader,’ but he’s already breathing a little unsteadily, heartbeat racing as he looks to see Connor pulling off his shirt in the Christmas lights to reveal his hot, tight body below.
“Wow. You look unreal.”
Connor smiles at him, pleased: “You see me naked all the time.”
“Yeah, just- just not like this.”
Not when I’m going to fuck you.
Because, suddenly, under their little canopy lights, it all feels new. Unsteady. Feels like leaning forward and your foot slips and your stomach drops because there’s nothing to hold onto. Hudson suddenly remembers being a kid and jumping from the ten foot diving board.
Free falling, Hudson thinks as he watches Connor thumb at his waistband.
“Huddy, you’re okay,” Connor says slowly, voice a deep, hypnotic tenor.
“I’m not- I’m not scared,” Hudson lies as he thumbs at his own waistband, but he’s not meeting Connor’s eyes as he snaps at the band, breathing unsteadily.
And Connor stops because of course he knows Hudson’s lying voice, and he cups Hudson’s face, tenderly strokes his red cheek: “It’s okay if you are.”
“‘M not,” Hudson says, proud, even as Connor forces his eyes up.
And Hudson bites his lip when he meets Connor’s kind, knowing eyes.
“Okay, come here, you’re making me nervous,” Connor says as he lays back down onto the bed and opens up his arms, and Hudson gratefully climbs into the safe circle of Connor’s arms, seeking the comforting heat of his baby. He slots his legs between Connor’s, wraps his arms around him, and hides his flushed face in Connor’s neck. Fuck. It’s only when Hudson feels all his muscles relax did he realize how tense he’d gotten.
“You’re acting like I’m going to fucking kill you, dude,” Connor teases. “Come on, stop that, it’s just me. Just us. We don’t have to do anything.”
And Hudson huffs, “I’m not- I dunno. I want to do it. I’m just in my head about it.”
“About what?”
“About…about performing for you.”
Hudson hates that he wants to be good so badly. He wants to be the best that Connor’s ever had, even though he knows that it comes from a horrible place. Somehow it all comes down to the same small little voice in Hudson’s head that tells him he’s “not enough” for Connor. Not gay enough. Not man enough. Not-
“Enough. Get out of your head, baby, let me help you,” Connor says as he fondly rubs Hudson’s head from the top down to his nape, where the collar sits nice and snug around Hudson’s neck. “What do you need?”
“I need…need you to talk me through it,” Hudson confides, lips moving against Connor’s neck, cock pulsing in his boxers at the vulnerability.
And when Connor shifts his hips, their bulges push up against one another in their boxers. Ah. The heat of both of them, hard. It’s so unbelievably hot.
Hudson whimpers, and Connor thumbs at the skin just under his collar, reminding Hudson just how owned he is.
“I got you, baby,” Connor says with a soft peck to Hudson’s lips. “Need your boyfriend to talk you through it?”
“Yes, my boyfriend, you,” Hudson says, voice softer, loving the word so much. He thinks he’ll never get tired of saying ‘boyfriend.’ He’s never had a boyfriend before, not until today.
“Okay, let’s just make out for a bit, okay? Get you out of your head,” Connor says in a voice so sweet, so gentle; it's a voice he reserves for Hudson and Hudson alone. It sends a greedy shiver down his spine.
“Is that okay?”
“More than okay. It’s my favorite part,” Connor says as tugs Hudson by his collar in for a kiss. “I love taking care of you.”
“I love when you take care of me,” Hudson moans and shifts his hips, seeking the friction of Connor beneath him, and this feels safe. He knows this. Hudson knows grinding, seeking, shifting, pressing their hard cocks together.
“Just like that, that feels good, doesn’t it?” Connor says as he encourages Hudson to fuck against him, and Hudson nods, flushed a pathetic red as he pushes their bulges together with another greedy thrust.
And Hudson can feel the stain of precum wetting his boxers, knows he can finish like this— by rutting against Connor for release.
He could, except…
“I want to be closer, I want to feel you,” Hudson says, cock throbbing between his legs as he sits up on his haunches like a dog asking his owner for ‘more.’
And Connor nods, tilting his head back: “Yeah?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Okay. Beg me for it.”
Hudson whines, palming at himself: “Please- please, Connie. Can I be closer to you?”
“Closer…how?” Connor asks, slowly inching down his boxers as he looks up at Hudson through his lashes, pink lips parted. God, Connor knows he looks good. Knows he looks like sex. Hudson’s heart rate accelerates again, but this time he leans into the anxious thrill.
“Want- want to be skin to skin. Please. Want to feel you against me, Connie.”
“Good begging, that’s my good boy, Huddy,” Connor says as he pushes his boxers down all the way, cock slapping up against his abs, and Hudson’s mouth waters at the sight. He never gets sick of sucking Connor off, and he licks his lips as he takes in the sight of a pretty bead of precum wetting Connor’s tip.
But that’s not what tonight is about. Connor asked to be full, and Hudson’s not going to last if he starts to suck him off. He thinks he’ll cum all over himself, untouched, the second he gets his mouth around Connor’s cock.
He’s your boyfriend now, Hudson reminds himself as he bites his bottom lip. You can suck him off anytime. You have nothing but time together in quarantine.
“Huddy,” Connor says gently but firmly, snapping Hudson to attention. “Out of your head. You want to see me play with myself?”
“I- yes, oh my god- were you wearing that to the store?” Hudson says, nodding quickly, heartbeat picking up as he watches Connor slide a purple toy out from inside himself.
“I wanted to be ready for you,” Connor says as he gently pushes the toy back inside, holding it by the base to fuck himself. It must be good because Connor’s eyes get this glazed look, like he’s never felt anything better, and Hudson desperately wants to be where that toy is, filling up his Connor, making him flush like that.
“You want to try?” Connor asks, and Hudson nods, nonverbal from excitement, as he gets between Connor’s thighs, and he slowly moves the toy all the way out, and then he looks up to see what face Connor makes when he pushes it back in again.
“Huddy,” Connor moans, back arching a little, and-
“Iwannabeinsideyouplease,” Hudson says all at once, cock kicking eagerly where Hudson’s trapped it under his Calvin’s. He’s already jealous of this stupid purple buttplug— that should be him.
And he knows that’s ridiculous, but Hudson wants to be the only thing Connor ever needs inside him again, wants to fill him up completely, be enough for Connor, satisfy him better than fingers or a toy ever could.
“What was that?” Connor asks him, reaching up to pet Hudson’s hair. “What do you want?”
“Want to be inside you, please,” Hudson begs, cock twitching as he pulls the toy all the way out, and this time he does not put it back in. He stares up at Connor, defiant, bratty.
“You want to be inside me, baby?”
Hudson nods, cheeks red, cock heavy and aching: “Yes, yes please, Connor.”
“Then take off your boxers,” Connor orders, with the lazy authority of someone who knows they’re going to get their way.
Hudson immediately pushes down his boxers, never been happier to follow an order, and his cock is hard against the curve of his tummy. He squirms under Connor’s gaze, embarrassed to be so seen.
“Alright, lie back down, Huddy. I’m going to make this nice and easy for you,” Connor says as he sits up, and Hudson moves down to where Connor was just laying.
Hudson lies back on the pillow and relaxes while Connor climbs up to straddle him with a smirk and says, “Aw, that’s a good boy; you ready to be my pillow princess, Huddy?”
Hudson just looks up at Connor with big, submissive eyes, his pleading puppy-dog eyes.
“So cute, so good at submitting,” Connor says as he runs his palm up the length of Hudson and lifts his hips up to guide Hudson to his wet entrance.
“Oh my god, Con- Connie,” Hudson moans as Connor pushes down onto him, and takes him inside of him, inch by tantalizing inch. He’s so tight and wet and perfect.
“That’s it, baby, doing so good for me, Huddy, so good for me, my baby,” Connor praises as he slowly lowers himself all the way, until Hudson’s all the way inside of him, filling Connor up, and Hudson watches with satisfaction as Connor closes his eyes and squeezes around him.
“How- how do I feel?” Hudson asks, hands flying up to rest them on Connor’s hips, rubbing Connor from his hips down to his ass and then back up again. Connor’s not even moving, just warming himself on Hudson’s cock, and it’s somehow already the best sex of Hudson’s life. And he hasn’t even moved yet.
“Feels…” Connor sighs happily as he grinds himself down a little on Hudson. “Good, feels so good. Full.”
“Better than a toy?”
“Fishing for a compliment?” Connor says with a knowing little smirk but then he adds. “I think you’re going to be my new favorite toy, Hudson. Going to need this everyday now. You’re perfect for me. Perfect size, fit, length. All of it.”
And then Connor is slowly lifting up his hips, just an inch and pushing back down. Hudson can’t look away from the place where they’re joined. Connor’s really taking Hudson, making it look easy even, and Hudson moans as he submits to being ridden like this.
“That’s it,” Connor praises as he uses the strength of his muscular gymnast thighs to lift himself up, higher this time, and then sit back down. “Such a good boy for me, Huddy. Going to be my new favorite toy?”
“Y-yes, Connie, please,” Hudson begs as he watches through hazy eyes as Connor starts to really ride him, hands spread lazily on Hudson’s chest, one squeezing his pec and the other covering the curve of his tummy.
“Good, always such a good boy for me, such a perfect boyfriend,” Connor says, stretching out the words as he lazily rides Hudson, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to take dick and make it look effortless the whole time. And Connor is amazing at everything, so why not add ‘riding’ as well to that list?
“Con, oh my god, you- you feel so- so fucking good,” Hudson says, and he can feel hot tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he concentrates on Not Cumming. This game should be called Don’t Cum so your Boyfriend Can Ride You (Difficulty level: Insane).
And while this is an easier position for Hudson because he can do what he likes doing best during sex with Connor -being a good boy for him!- it’s also an awful position for Not Cumming because Hudson’s forced to watch Connor fucking himself down onto Hudson’s hard cock in HD.
And then Connor’s hands slide up to rest around the collar around Hudson’s neck, and Connor mouths-
“Mine.”
Hudson bites his lip and whimpers back, “Yours.”
Dontcumdontcumdontcum.
Connor speeds up, slowly then all at once, and Hudson exhales roughly as hot tears spill down his cheek— the only release he’s allowed, for now.
Because Hudson’s never been fucked like this before. Never been so owned, so needed, so kept.
“All mine, aren’t you, baby?” Connor continues, pulling at the loop where a leash could go to tug up Hudson into an almost sitting position for a kiss.
“Fuck, Con, I’m all yours, you know that,” Hudson gasps against Connor’s lips, and he’s relieved when Connor lets him go, concentrating on speeding up instead, going at a heartstopping pace as he uses Hudson for his pleasure.
Hudson squeezes his eyes shut, can’t take the sight of Connor taking him, but even without his sight, he’s forced to feel Connor’s tightness, wetness, the slick slap of skin and Connor moaning- “yeah, yeah, yeah.”
He’s not going to last.
Not with how easily Connor’s moving his athletic hips up and down, fucking Hudson like he’s competing for the world’s best rider (and he’s winning that imaginary category).
“Con, Con, I’m going to- I’m not going to-“
But Connor just grits out, “Wait. One- one more minute.”
Hudson obediently stops himself like he’s going for gold in the Good Boy Olympics, and he squeezes Connor’s hips to steady himself, trying desperately to bring himself back from the edge. But then he hears Connor moan one more time, and the only way he can stop himself is by wrestling Connor over, so Hudson’s on top, between Connor’s open thighs.
“S-sorry, had to stop myself from cumming,” Hudson gasps, eyes big and sorry, blinking back more tears, but Connor’s not mad, just grabs him by the loop of the collar -pulls- and orders him-
“Just fuck me, Huddy.”
And that’s what Hudson does, a good boy, always a good boy for Connor, never could disobey a direct order, not when it’s coming from those pink lips. So Hudson takes Connor by his thick thighs, and he fucks him, going in and out. Hudson feels feral for it, can’t believe he was ever scared of this.
“Con, fuck, I- I can’t believe you’re letting me,” Hudson moans, grateful, can’t believe he’s the one who gets to fuck the Connor Storrie.
“You’re doing so good,” Connor praises as he looks up at Hudson with those eyes, dilated dark, like he’s checking over his property. “Going to let you do this everyday, Huddy. I’ll train you to last for hours.”
“Please, I’m- I’m yours,” Hudson says as he pumps in and out of Connor. “You- you can do whatever you want to me.”
“I know,” Connor says as he wraps his legs behind Hudson’s back and squeezes him closer, driving him in deeper. “Because I own you, don’t I?”
Hudson kisses Connor, pace starting to get erratic because it’s good- too good, and Connor’s kissing him back, greedy and messy, letting Hudson practically lick over his mouth like he’s just Connor’s hyper little puppy again.
“Good boy,” Connor says and pulls a little at Hudson’s collar, playing with him. “Going to cum inside me?”
And Hudson can’t answer but his body answers for him with a resounding- yes, yes, please, please, please.
He whimpers one last time, more hot tears spilling down his cheeks without his permission, as he feels Connor’s thighs tighten around him and then hears a soft-
“That’s it, Huddy. You can cum, that’s it, baby. Did so good for me, didn’t you? Such a good boy for your first time, still not even trained, and you were so good for me. Come on, let me feel how much you liked fucking me. Want to feel you fill me up.”
That’s all it takes. Hudson feels his core tighten, and Hudson helplessly slams forward, cumming with a pathetic jerk as he cries “C-Connie,” and Connor soothes him through it, rubbing his back with a little-
“That’s it. All of it, Huddy. Come on, that’s a good boy, you can let it all out in me.”
And Hudson submits to it, gives Connor everything he has, fucks his load into Connor, and he’s worried that Connor hasn’t cum yet, but then he feels Connor reach down and beat himself off with a moan of “Huddy,” and then the wet splatter of Connor finishing all over him, marking him up.
“Fuck, oh my god, Con.”
“Good?”
“Insane,” Hudson says as he goes limp on top of him.
He tries to pull out, but Connor won’t let him, tightens his legs around him: “Keep it in, you’re going to breed two more loads in me.”
“Breed? I- I can’t get you pregnant, you know,” Hudson says with a laugh from where he’s laying on Connor’s chest, and Hudson’s hips jerk a little as he thinks about filling up Connor again and again with his cum.
And Connor just pulls Hudson up by his collar, gives him a wicked grin and tells him firmly- “I haven’t seen you try, have you?”
Oh my god.
“I love you,” Hudson blurts out in true Hudson Williams fashion, can’t keep a secret.
And Connor just pulls him in for a kiss and says it back, “I love you too, Huddy.”
And then they’re just kissing, soft and gentle and then harder and dirtier with tongue and- and Hudson, despite his usual refractory period, feels his cock thickening again inside of Connor.
“I- I didn’t know I could get hard again that fast?” Hudson gasps as he wipes the spit from his mouth and the tears from his eyes. He can’t imagine what he looks like— probably a fucking mess. But all he sees in Connor’s eyes is love and that’s the only reflection that matters to Hudson right now.
“I told you I was going to train you,” Connor promises him with a smirk.
”How to Train Your Puppy?”
“Mhm, exactly. Alright, Huddy, on your back again. And this time I want you to count how many strokes. I think you might have gone for longer than either of us guessed last night. Although I was right you did whimper and cry at the end.”
”I didn’t cry,” Hudson says as Connor just goes “mhm, sure.”
”That was sweat,” Hudson says as he manhandles Connor so that his boyfriend is back to straddling his cock and his thick, muscular thighs are ready to ride Hudson once more. Connor says nothing just reaches up to wipe the remaining “sweat” (re: tears) from the corner of Hudson’s eyes.
“Good?” Hudson asks eagerly from underneath Connor.
“Good,” Connor praises as he then tenderly reaches down to touch Hudson’s collar. “My good boy, Huddy. Ready to play?”
Always.
Because each game they play is simple as this— Connor says the word, Hudson obeys.