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"So..."
"Well..."
"You own a double-ended dildo?"
"...no. Just one end."
"I have one, but it might be too big. For you, I mean."
Shane frowned, feeling strangely insulted. He was a regular receiver of Ilya's truly diabolical 9-incher, he could handle a big dildo. He also had a strange thrill of competition run through him, the same as the one he felt on the ice, watching Ilya's face as they fight for the puck in a face-off. God, he missed his husband.
He also kind of hated him for forcing (politely asking, with no intent of pushing it if Shane showed no interest) him to have filthy (both Connor and Ilya insisted they do whatever they were both most comfortable with) sex with his doppelgänger on camera (the tapes would stay locked away in their safe until the end of time).
"I can take a big dick," Shane said, somewhat petulantly.
"Sure," Hudson said, "I know you can."
Right, Hudson had literally acted out Shane taking dick in his own universe. Shane felt kind of silly, now.
"-I just don't know if you can take one this big."
Never mind, Shane still felt murderous. And horny.
"If you can take it, it should be easy," Shane grumbled.
Hudson barked out a laugh, throwing his head back like Shane had told a particularly funny joke.
"Oh, oh man, you're serious!" he cackled, dissolving into giggles.
And, well, what could they do after that? Not fuck while simultaneously competing for "best bottom of all time"? Please.
Looking at himself naked always felt a little uncanny. Looking at three of himself naked was downright terrifying, even if two were in a mirror.
Hudson and Shane stood in the latter's bedroom, clothes quickly shucked as soon as they stepped in. They had entertained the idea of doing a small strip tease, but mutually decided that they'd rather use the camera's storage for some drawn-out foreplay and preparation rather than simply taking off their clothes. The mirror across the bed shone, not a single smudge to blur even a fraction of either of their bodies. Right in front of it stood a small yet mighty camera on a tripod, ready to catch all the action for Ilya and Connor's pleasure afterwards. God, that "movie night" was going to become an orgy faster than Ilya came when Shane put a dog collar on that one time. Shane couldn't wait.
Hudson placed his hands tight around Shane's waist, making sure that they were safely in the camera's frame, caging him in with the bulk of his biceps. He pressed their lips together, enveloping Shane's lips in a downright filthy kiss. He was sure that the camera, even a respectable distance away, could pick up every smack of spit and moan from either of them. One of Hudson's hands travelled up to lightly claw at his pec, watching as the muscle bounced ever so slightly after the pressure was removed. Hudson groaned.
"Fucking hell, your nipples are already rock-solid," he said, pinching one of them, grinning at Shane's low gasp and spreading blush.
"Fuck off," grumbled Shane, "at least my dick isn't already rock-solid."
Unfortunately, Shane was very correct. How could he not be, with Hudson's length pressing hard against his abdomen, begging for attention already?
"We need to fix that, then," Hudson said, pushing Shane onto the bed and dropping to his knees.
Shane gasped, then groaned from above him, spreading his legs just a bit wider to accommodate Hudson. That small act of submission already had Hudson's head spinning. He pressed his cheek to Shane's dick, rubbing against it like a cat in heat.
"Seems pretty solid to me," Hudson said, giving the very tip a tiny kitten lick, "tastes solid too."
"You're such an ass-" Shane started, cutting himself off with a moan as Hudson took his tip in his mouth.
"9 pounds of clappable material, baby," Hudson said, grinning.
Shane rolled his eyes, leaning back on his arms as he watched Hudson slowly stroke his cock, strong fingers just on the edge of too loose.
"Fuck- Hudson, c'mon," Shane whined.
"What's the magic word, baby?" Hudson prodded, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, forcing a gasp out of Shane's throat.
"Hudson."
"That's my name, don't wear it out," quipped Hudson, leaning down to suck at Shane's slit, his hands now on both of Shane's thighs.
"Fuck, I- please, Hudson," Shane moaned.
Hudson grinned. "Good," he said, then took half of Shane in one go.
Shane yelped, then let out a long, overwhelmed moan. It took tensing every muscle, every fiber in his body, to keep himself from bucking up into the soft, wet heat. Already, sparks lit up behind his eyelids, and his brain was filled with a familiar tenderness that only sex and Ilya could bring.
Hudson looked up at Shane, grinning around a mouthful of cock. He hollowed his cheeks, relaxing his jaw until, finally, his nose pressed into the trimmed patch of hair right above his dick.
"O-oh, fuck," Shane gasped, fisting a hand into Hudson's hair, "shit, Hudson, wait-"
Hudson started to bob his head, painfully slow yet overwhelmingly good. Shane's thighs shook under his hands, trembling even more when blunt fingernails dug into them, forcibly stilled by the firmness of Hudson's palms. He fought for just a second, and fell limp, his mind falling further into the delicious floatiness of it all. Hudson moaned, just a bit, sending vibrations directly through Shane's dick into his gut.
A fingertip prodded at his hole, making Shane flinch slightly, then relax. The finger sank in easily into the stretched and lubed cavern, another joining it to scissor gently. Shane groaned, his head falling back as the fingers inside him moved and crooked almost erratically, every motion unpredictable and all the more exquisite. Hudson slid his mouth off, and before Shane could protest, he was jacking his dick off with one hand and nuzzling his nose into his hole.
"Hudson, fuck!" Shane whined, peering down to see Hudson staring up at him with sharp, dangerous eyes. Shane swallowed.
Hudson laved his tongue over the puckered flesh, dipping in slightly and moaning when the muscle parted easily. As he pulled away, there was a small gape, practically unnoticeable if you weren't inches away like Hudson was, a string of spit connecting the bottom of Shane's rim and his lips. "Fucking hell," he whispered, mostly to himself, diving back in like a starving man.
This time, his tongue burrowed in as deep as it could go, pinned by strong muscle on every side. It tasted overly clean, like spring water and a hint of bitter soap. Hudson wanted it salty with cum and dripping by the end of this, so that when he stuck his tongue in next, all he would be able to feel would be quaking flesh and waves of his own release. Maybe next time.
A hand found itself in Hudson's hair, pushing and pulling at the same time, overwhelmed by pleasure so potent it was almost painful. Shane let out devastating noises, small and soft from the very depths of his throat, with every thrust of his tongue and jerk of his hand curled around his cock.
"Just- ah! Let me-"
Within an instant, Hudson completely let go, slipping his hand off Shane's cock and giving his hole one last lick before pulling away. Bleary and furious, Shane looked down.
"You're not letting go just yet," Hudson drawled, getting up to fetch a nondescript black bag. He sat down next to Shane on the bed, rummaging through the bag like he was looking for his Christmas present. Finally, he pulled out a bright purple, double-ended dildo and an outrageously large bottle of lube.
"How the fuck is that going to fit in me?" Shane breathed, staring at the dildo with an expression right in between horror and desire.
"I'll take most of it, so you just need to pull your own weight," Hudson said casually.
"Oh, fuck you," Shane said, rolling his eyes.
"Yep, that's gonna happen. Be patient," said Hudson, sitting on his heels and slipping a finger into his hole. Yeah, still prepped and ready to go. Shane made a choked noise.
"Right, get on your knees," Hudson said, slapping Shane's ass. He yelped, then turned back to look at Hudson with confusion. Yet with satisfaction, Hudson watched as Shane, nonetheless, complied and got on his hands and knees, facing the headboard so that the camera got the perfect side-view of both of them. Hudson placed a hand between Shane's shoulder blades, pushing him down so his chest met the bedsheets, and began lubing one end of the dildo up. Shane squirmed beneath him, listening to the wet sounds of lube yet not feeling anything in him. Hudson tapped him on the ass, gentle but firm. The message was clear, patience, and you'll get rewarded.
Finally, the tip was against Shane's hole, simply resting there to let him feel its weight and girth. Then, inch-by-inch, it sunk in. Shane's mouth parted, a long, breathy sound rolling out with every bit sliding into him, continuing even when he was sure that it was over. He could feel his rim stretching beyond his limits to accommodate the toy, thin and tight around the it, undoubtedly looking like it was about to tear apart. He felt something push up in his throat, choking his noises as if the dildo was up there, fighting to escape his mouth. Shane's thighs trembled, saliva dripped from his lips, and he felt his mind turn to mush.
"That's it, take it," Hudson purred, finally pressing about a third of the dildo into Shane's hole. He propped himself up, pushing Shane's ass down and pulling one of his own legs up to position the other end of the dildo against his hole. Slowly, he let it breach him, sinking down with a hand propping himself up behind him, and another on the part of the dildo at Shane's rim to stabilize him.
It was unlike anything Shane had ever felt before. He could feel Hudson sinking down, the dildo inside them both moving with the pulses of their inner walls, sending vibrations of their movement to the other that assured mutual ecstasy. Hudson watched the skin on Shane's ass ripple as he sunk further down, his own thighs trembling with premature exhaustion. He would be embarrassed if it weren't so hot. Hudson finally settled on the dildo, just a few inches exposed from between Shane and his holes, and let out a shaky exhale.
"Holy shit, that feels so good," Shane blabbered, starting to rock back on it, pushing more of it into Hudson in the process.
A moan punched out of him, and he started rocking onto it as well. Soon enough, the room was filled with the sound of their groans and whimpers, both of them only dimly aware of the rolling camera, too focused on the friction that dragged through them repeatedly, filling them up so completely it was impossible to even consider focusing on anything else. Mortifyingly, Hudson felt himself hurtle towards the edge, but with the rapidly rising pitch of Shane's moans, he was in the same boat.
Before they could do anything completely humiliating, like orgasm on camera after, like, a second of sex, Hudson hastily tapped Shane on the ass, leaning over his back to whisper in his ear and moaning at the way the dildo shifted against his prostate at the motion. "Come on, on your ass. Sit."
Shane drew air in through his mouth, taking a few seconds to ground himself, as if the dildo gave a three second delay to all communication. He flipped over onto his back, the dildo slipping out of him. Hudson coaxed him to sit on the very top of his ass, tilting backwards with his thighs spread wide, and moved into the same position. Their legs crossed over each other as if they were scissoring, a position that inexplicably sent heat rushing into Hudson's cheeks. He was just sharing a sex toy with his doppelgänger, and this is what flusters him?
Hudson let out a soft whimper at the way the dildo slid deeper into him at the motion, just on the edge of too much. He could practically taste the silicone in the back of his throat. With a shaky hand, he guided the other end to Shane's hole again, who shuffled closer to him to take in the tip. Balanced on their palms and heels, they started thrusting onto it again, the new position somehow even more intimate and sensual. Hudson tracked the slow descent of a sweat drop on Shane's muscled abdomen with hungry eyes, watching how it curved over every bump and nestled itself into the lines of his pelvis. While Hudson had an objectively great body, built from constant exercise and an image to maintain, Shane's was purely from the love of his sport. Every fiber of muscle he had was from pushing a puck around or working on making his pushing better, creating a goddamn machine first, and a mouthwatering work of art second. Inexplicably, the thought made a tendril of arousal shoot through Hudson, sharp and electric. Fuck, Shane was just so hot, and he didn't care for it. Hudson cared, he craved it.
"Bet, oh fuck, I can take more than you," Hudson said, all sharp teeth and flushed cheeks.
Shane opened his eyes, somewhere along the way sliding shut in the rocking of their hips. The words took a few moments to register in his mind, weaving through the thick clouds of desire that had formed in his skull. "T-there's more to take?" he asked, voice coming out more unsteady than he had intended.
Hudson chuckled, weak yet no less amused, gesturing down to where the dildo connected them both. Shane followed his gaze, and sure enough, they each had about an inch or two to go before meeting the middle marking of the toy. Just imaging taking even more, when he felt so inconceivably full, made Shane dizzy.
Yet losing to Hudson made him feel furious, and he'd take being dizzy over losing any day.
Shane bit his bottom lip, his eyebrows furrowing. "You're fucking on."
And he slid another inch down.
Immediately, Shane screamed, throwing his head back. His cock bounced, practically pulsing with need, precum gushing so much from the tip that Hudson would have thought he came already, if he didn't knew how much Shane really came when he was this worked up.
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck-"
Hudson paused for just a moment, before continuing his thrusts, watching as Shane's eyes rolled up into his skull at the movement. His arms propped up behind him shook like a leaf in the wind, the tendons in his neck bulging obscenely. Moans escaped his open mouth like they were being strung out, like a string of handkerchiefs from a shitty clown's mouth, long and endless in Shane's ecstasy. Hudson slowed down ever so slightly.
"Too much?" he asked quietly.
"No!" Shane cried as if Hudson was wrenching the toy out of him, "holy fuck, come on, I'm beating you!"
Hudson sped up, taking millimeter by millimeter of the dildo with every thrust, intimately feeling it in the continued rearrangement of his gut. He could feel his body widening for the toy with every sliver pressed into him, making his gasps louder and louder. Shane had resumed his rocking on the toy, frantic and needy, inflicting the same feeling onto Hudson that had happened to him just moments before. The dildo shifted within Hudson erratically, making the already overwhelming feeling of being split at the seams even more earth-shattering.
Finally, with the combined efforts of both of them, the skin of their ass met each other's, the dildo fully enveloped by their holes. A loud slap resounded throughout the room, resonating with the moans they simultaneously let out. Softer slaps pattered rhythmically, mingling with the scent of sweat and sex as the two found a rapid pace to continue, thighs hitting the other's so hard in their combined passion, the skin was sure to lightly bruise by tomorrow.
Hudson reached out to tangle a hand in Shane's hair, pulling him in for a kiss with clashing teeth and desperate tongue. Saliva dripped down both their chins, landing in the space between them, evenly spread out on their dicks and inner thighs, some saliva easing the toy's friction by dripping onto the dildo. The feeling of their spit lubricating them both, making the slide so heavenly and dirty, was enough to tip them both over the edge.
Hudson panted into Shane's mouth, a high, desperate wail clawing out of his throat as he pushed the dildo as deep as he could take it inside of him. The only thing he could sense was the unforgiving mass tearing him apart and the feeling of an incredible, mind-blowing release.
Shane whimpered, overwhelmed as he spasmed around the length, biting onto Hudson's bottom lip to muffle his sounds. His thighs shook with the intensity, as if unable to decide whether they wanted more or less or nothing at all.
Gasping, they fell onto their backs, chests heaving and holes clenching around the dildo. Perfectly in sync, they turned towards the camera. Shane's cheeks darkened, and he looked away. Hudson grinned.
"Enjoy, Connor and Ilya," he drawled, winking.