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]

"Why?" Danny teased. "Might get some use out of it later," he added, leaning in and kissing the top of Hex's head.

[just_hex]

"Maybe, but not all of it," he chuckled. "I like to keep things tidy. Habit I picked up in the army, yeah?"

[london_spy]

"You must hate my flat then," Danny laughed.

[just_hex]

"Well...a bit," he laughed. "Your flat is chaos. But it's comfortable. Lived in. I don't feel any need to clean for you, if that helps."

[london_spy]

"Good. I hate people tidying up for me. ...Unless they're doing the dishes," he added with a thoughtful look.

[just_hex]

"I wouldn't mind doing the dishes. I think it's...meditative," he smiled. "But I'd rather do other things with you. Given holding you like this or doing the dishes? I'll take this," Hex said.

[london_spy]

"I like this too- Much more than having my dishes washed," he added with a smile.

[just_hex]

Hex's hand slid up to take hold of Danny's face to bring his chin straight, then he kissed him tenderly. He smiled against Danny's lips, happier than he'd ever been.

[london_spy]

Danny returned the kiss eagerly, letting himself get lost in it as the rest of the world faded away.

[just_hex]

Fingers plunged into Danny's thick hair and Hex scratched his scalp and tugged a bit. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, humming softly and smiling still. His tongue glided against Danny's and he delighted in the taste of him.

[london_spy]

Moaning into the kiss, Danny groaned softly and cupped Hex's face in both hands, his whole body lit up and eager.

[just_hex]

"Danny," he whispered into the kiss for no reason. He had nothing to say. He only wanted to feel the shape of the word in his mouth, pairing it with the taste od the man on his lips. Desire raced through him but he rather enjoyed the sweetness of having Danny in his lap, indulging in luxurious kisses and taking his time.

[london_spy]

"You taste lovely" Danny whispered.gasping in pleasure at every pull on his hair, and every touch. "Like the finest treat..."

[just_hex]

Hex noticed every gasp when he tugged so he kept on, flexing and then clutching Danny's hair again and again.

"I want you," he whispered. "You drive me mad with want."

[london_spy]

"Do something about it then, Hex," Danny challenged, his voice low and breathless.

[just_hex]

Hex kissed him and held him and twisted so he could deposit Danny on the bed. He laid half on top of him, indulging in kiss after kiss until his lips were tender and sensitive. He reached blindly for Danny's fly and when he popped it open he reached inside to fondle him with his pants as a thin barrier keeping skin from skin.

[london_spy]

Hex's touch was perfect. Firm, but never too aggressive to be enjoyable, and Danny bucked up into it with a low groan.

[just_hex]

"God, you have the best cock," he said softly, slipping his hand inside so he could wrap his fingers around Danny's girth. He tugged, slow but sure. Hex's kisses moved to Danny's neck, lips moving over the sensitive skin beneath his ear where his pulse was strong.

[london_spy]

Danny's reply was nothing more than a moan, so lost in the pleasure of Hex's touch that words simply failed him as he lifted his hips and squirmed.

[just_hex]

"Yeah, just like that," he whispered against Danny's neck, then moved to his mouth to kiss him, making it harder for the man to catch his breath.

[london_spy]

Danny bucked and gasped into the kiss, whimpering against Hex's lips as he urged him on.

[just_hex]

"Push your pants off," he said quietly. "I want them out of the way."

He was soft and tender, but there was a strength in his words that made them a command, not a request.

[london_spy]

Danny didn't hesitate, lifting his hips and freeing himself from his clothes with a push and a shimmy of his hips.

"Like that?" he asked, kicking his kit away and onto the floor.

[just_hex]

"Yeah," he replied. Then he let go of Danny's cock and let his hand slide over the softness of his thighs and the tight skin of his hip. Hex looked down at him, propped up on one elbow, and he smiled at Danny. "I love watching your face."

[london_spy]

Smiling softly, Danny reached out and stroked Hex's cheek.

"Like watching yours too," he admitted. "You've got the softest eyes. Full of kindness."