Hex

[london_spy]

(from here)

Looking over at the sound of Hex's voice, Danny sighed, getting onto the train anyway. The car was empty, something that would usually be a rare treat, but now only made it impossible for Danny to hide from the other man.

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[london_spy]

Giving himself a moment to adjust, Danny inhaled deeply before starting to move, lifting slowly and falling only slightly faster.

"Hex," he moaned, the other man's name falling from his lips with the heavy weight of passion.

[just_hex]

Hex lifted up into him, matching Danny's pace. But after a few moments his hands fell away from the man's hips and he sat up a little, bracing himself on his elbows. Every muscle of his abs stood out.

"Kiss me," he said, stretching up to get closer.

[london_spy]

It took some balance, but Danny bent forward to meet him, one hand on Hex's chest, the other braced against the bed as he kissed the other man soundly.

[just_hex]

With Danny in a more vulnerable position, Hex took advantage of it. He pushed himself up more and wound an arm around Danny. He didn't stop until he was sitting up fully with the other man in his lap. Hex kept kissing him, hungry for the taste of him and he swallowed every gasp and every moan.

[london_spy]

Shifting slightly to accommodate the new position, Danny let out a soft cry against Hex's lips and did his best to keep riding the other man at a steady pace.

[just_hex]

Hex clenched his ass to thrust up into him. It didn't take long before he found the right rhythm and they moved together perfectly in unison. He kept an arm around Danny to help him balance and his other went between them to pull him off.

[london_spy]

"Please," Danny gasped, his hips bucking slightly as he panted. "Hex, please..."

[just_hex]

"Slow down, Danny. Nice and slow. Make it last, love," Hex said, kissing the man's neck and jaw. "I want you to feel me. Really feel me. Here."

He reached his hand down to feel the stretch of muscle from behind as Danny made room for him. Flesh taut and sensitive and Hex just had to tease him with light fingertips as he cock slid in and out.

[london_spy]

Whimpering, Danny had to force himself to slow down, his skin slick with sweat as his hips rolled and thighs tensed.

"I'm trying, I'm- I'm trying," he gasped.

[just_hex]

Hex's grip was strong, around his cock and around his body. He curled his legs to cradle Danny and pushed close. Pushed up. Pushed in.

"Fuck, you feel so good. Do you feel good? Is it good?" he panted.

[london_spy]

"It feels amazing. You feel so good, Hex," Danny moaned. "Oh, fuck, Hex... Please."

[just_hex]

He held him close, his hand around Danny's cock moving steadily. Never too fast, never too tight, he wanted this to last until they were sweating and spent.

"I've been thinking about this," he said through gasps. "Thinking of you on me. Against me. I think of your mouth. Your body. I think of you all the time, now, Danny."

[london_spy]

"I think about you too," Danny confessed, tangling his fingers in Hex's hair and pulling as he started to ride him harder. "Often. ...Especially at night."

He still had a lot of guilt about that, but here and now, he was too focused on his pleasure to care.

[just_hex]

Hex's fingers dug into Danny's back and he fluctuated between looking at him and closing his eyes in bliss.

"Often. All the time," he panted. "Fuck, Danny. Danny, God, yes..."

[london_spy]

Danny was close, so close, and he covered Hex's hand with his own, pulling them both off at a rapid pace.

"Please, Hex..." he groaned- Right before he came with a sharp cry and a tremble of pleasure, clenching hard around the other man's cock.

[just_hex]

He could feel him clenching and pulsing and that coupled with the cry was more than he could stand. He jerked Danny down and down and thrust hard until he spent himself with a loud cry. Hex's head fell forward and he rested it there against Danny's chest, sweat beading on his brow and slicking where they touched.

"Danny," he said softly, at a loss for what else to say.

[london_spy]

"Shh," Danny soothed, panting and breathless as he stroked Hex's hair and back, content to stay just as they were a moment longer.

[just_hex]

Hex was still, the pleasure of it fading slowly as Danny's body continued to grip him. His breathing slowed and finally he had it in him to look up and seek a kiss.

"You're so special, Danny. Brilliant."

Those were not the words he wanted to say but he kept that sentiment to himself.

[london_spy]

"Hardly," Danny laughed breathlessly, returning the kiss with a smile. "This- It's fun though. Us, what we have. It's good... You're good, Hex."

[just_hex]

"It is," Hex nodded, stealing one more kiss. "Do you want to clean up? I think I could use a shower, sweaty as I am..."

[london_spy]

"I certainly wouldn't say no to washing up," Danny chuckled, lifting up slowly off Hex's cock.

"Desperate for a smoke too."

[just_hex]

Hex groaned involuntarily as he slipped from the warmth of Danny's body. He could see it over the man's shoulder in the mirror, the way his fat cock grew longer, the way Danny's ass flexed and slowly tightened again. Maybe next time he'd ask if he could film them.

He got up and headed for the bathroom, turning on the shower and then depositing the condom in the bin. His whole body was glossy with sweat and his hair clung to his forehead.

"Together, yeah?" he smiled.

[london_spy]

Nodding, Danny did the same, disposing of the condom and following Hex into the shower.

"Even your shower's lush," he said, looking amused. "I feel like I'm in a hotel or something, Hex."

[just_hex]

"It is," he grinned. "It's not me, though. It was all Spencer. I thought when she suggested we be flatmates she meant, you know, a flat. But then she turned up with this, buying it rather than renting it and letting it to me. Oh my god, I wish you could meet her. Maybe we could facetime," he said as he scrubbed up.

[london_spy]

"I'd like that," Danny smiled, eager to meet all of Hex's friends.

Alex had been- Well, a loner, Danny had thought. In the end it had been much more complex than that, and all the people he was meeting from the other man's life now weren't friends. Most of them weren't good people at all.