blueprints to success | hudson & finn
In the midst of drinking from his drink; Finn heard the glorious words and put his cup down, to inspect the man carefully. The thought of Hudson being all out in his glory was something that made his own pants even tighter and he nodded. “Alright, I can do undressing.” He said blinking a bit, as he swallowed thickly and got up from his seat to stand in front of the man. Finn had undressed many people, working as a model; he ended up helping various men and women out of and into the clothes they were wearing for their shoots, so he figure that this would be no less arousing. They were just clothes and naked bodies after all.
His hands rose to Hudson’s highest button on his shirt, undoing it with a finesse that came from taking off clothing that had to be very carefully removed. One, two, three, four buttons down before his hands moved up slightly to open the dress shirt and expose the under shirt that Hudson was wearing underneath. He found his way to where he left off and continued undoing the buttons till they were all undone and then he pulled the shirt from the man’s pants; where it was tucked in to make him look sharp. He raise his hands up the planes of Hudson’s chest to his shoulders where they opened the material enough to get it off the broad shoulder. Finn smiled at his handy work as he folded the disrobed item and placed it on the table before turning back to Hudson. He than set to work on the undershirt.
He used one hand to open the belt, using a strong tug to unlatch the belt and then pulling the button loose to loosen the slacks. His hands then gripped the shirt, pulling it up slowly to teasingly reveal the bed of abs on Hudson’s abdomen. He worked the shirt up slowly and stopped to mumble, ‘lift you’re arms please.’ before he continued to pull the undershirt off. Unlike the dress shirt, the undershirt was tossed randomly in the room and Finn’s hands returned to the man’s body. He looked up almost to see if Hudson was alright with him unzipping the slacks as he did and decided to make the plunge to pull both the man’s undergarments and pants down at once; as he feared once he got Hudson’s pants off, that he would not have the courage for his underwear as well. At that point he tried not to focus on any specific detail of the man fully as he pulled the man to his bed, before he promptly pushed Hudson into the mattress. He removed the lower body items that pooled at the man’s feet and grabbed the man’s socks well he was at it. After the slacks were folded and the other clothes were taken care oh, he turned around and pulled in a deep breath at the sight of the fully naked man. “Holy fuck.” He gritted out, in a heavily accented tone.
Hudson simply allowed Finn to go to work. He would make his own pace, reach his own limits. Every time he felt a hand graze, he remained stoic, keeping his eyes ahead and face completely straight. Obliging to every touch, every muttered request, he felt himself getting less and less dressed as the moment wore on. He would be unable to count the number of times he'd been naked before a stranger -- this was no shame for him.
What did surprise him, however, was being pushed down onto the bed, the mattresses springing under his sudden weight. He laid back as Finn -- ever so eager to please -- turned away to make sure his clothing didn't wrinkle. That made him smile: somebody who liked to keep things clean. He was a tailored man, every detail of his life so thoroughly planned out. All that was now in shambles, leaving everything he'd worked for to track down an ex. Some semblance of order was nice. When Finn turned around, the quiet words only got him excited, encouraging him to stand up again.
With seduction in mind, and with an intense pace, he closed the gap between him and Finn, leading the way into another kiss. No different than the others, except that he was now naked: anywhere that Finn placed his hands would be uncharted territory for the two of them. Pulling back, he breathed hot against Finn's lips, letting his fingers curl into the young man's hair. "I pick dare," he said, not breaking eye contact.
