london_spy

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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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From:

just_hex

Hex gasped sharply and immediately tensed hard against the violation. He could handle quite a fair bit of pain but it never really turned him on.

The feeling of Danny filling him, though...that had him moaning a moment later.

From:

london_spy

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Danny moaned, pulling out, then slowly gliding back in.

"You like that?" he asked, on hand resting on the back of Hex's neck, the other on his hip.

From:

just_hex

What he did like, almost more than the slide of Danny's cock, was the hand on his neck. Holding him there. It tamed him in a way nothing else did, not pain, not force. The simple touch had him still and quiet, head bowed in submission.

"Please," he whispered.

From:

london_spy

"You don't have to beg, Hex. It's all yours," Danny said softly, building up a steady pace and groaning as he fucked Hex hard.

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just_hex

"All mine," he repeated breathlessly. "Say it. Say it, Danny. Say you're mine."

The words were breathless and his body moved, muscles rippling and bunching as he canted his ass to meet Danny's thrusts.

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london_spy

"Yours," Danny babbled, not thinking, only wanting as his hips snapped harder and faster, his thrusts grown more and more erratic.

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just_hex

"Fuck me. Fuck me," he panted, words coming again and again like a mantra as he tried desperately to keep from touching himself. He wanted to come so badly and Danny was hitting him just right. He wasn't sure he could hold off.

From:

london_spy

"You want me to come Hex?" Danny asked breathlessly. "Just like this? With you bent over and begging- Should I come?"

From:

just_hex

"Ohhh, god," he replied, a long drawn out moan. "Do it. COme in me, Danny. Please. I need you. I need to feel it."

He despeartely wished Danny could actually come inside him. Fill him with his seed that he could feel with every pulse. That kind of intimacy, the very thought of it, almost made him come himself.

From:

london_spy

That was all Danny needed to hear, and he thrust hard a few more times, pushing down a bit harder on the back of Hex's neck before coming with a grunt and a cry of pure pleasure.

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just_hex

"Danny...Danny...Danny..." he panted, the hand on his neck keeping him still and docile as the man used him ruthlessly. Feeling him swell and pulse as he came undone seemed to him like a reward for being a good fuck.

It was surprising to him how quickly his own training came back to him. When he'd first started in the scene before he was ever allowed to be dominant he'd been trained. It made him understand his subs better, knowing what would be good, how hard to push. What didn't surprise him was how readily he submitted to Danny and how easily they could change roles.

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london_spy

Danny was panting, leaning over and kissing a path down Hex's spine.

"Good, so good," he murmured. "You want me, Hex? You want me now?" he asked, slowly slipping free as he stroked Hex's shoulders and back.

From:

just_hex

"I do. I do," he said, his legs trembling as he lost the girth of the man. His arse flexed, aching for more. But his cock throbbed with need. "I want you like this. Hands and knees..."

From:

london_spy

"Okay, alright," Danny said, catching his breath. "Kiss me first though. One kiss," he murmured.

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just_hex

Hex twisted and moved so he could face Danny and kiss him. He was desperate and needy and it translated through the force of the kiss. He felt like an exposed nerve, raw and bright. He was greedy for more and he wanted it all at once.

From:

london_spy

Spent though he was, Danny felt alive and awake, kissing Hex hard and rutting against him even though he knew he wouldn't get hard again for a while now. His spent cock twitched, and he whimpered into the kiss as filthy thoughts flooded his mind.

"I want you. In me. On me. Fuck... I want to feel like I'm yours tonight. I want you to fuck me, Hex, like I fucked you. I want to spend the night at your side, bound, stuffed, owned, loved..."

He was babbling, and his heart fluttered. He felt like he was on the best high, even though he was stone sober.

It was a good feeling.

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just_hex

"You are mine," he replied without thinking too much about it. Another crushing kiss and then he moved Danny to the bed, face down with legs spread. He got him slick, fingers sliding in just enough to get him slick and then he lowered himself onto him and slid in. Hex was barely braced over him, the weight of him crushing Danny into the bed. He fucked him hard, hips shoving in...in...in deep and hard, cushioned only by the soft swell of Danny's cheeks. Hex kissed his back, grunting with each thrust.

From:

london_spy

Hex's weight was crushing, but in the best way. It was perfect. This was perfect.

"Please," Danny gasped. "Hex, oh- Fuck, Hex..."

From:

just_hex

He was so close from his own fucking that it didn't take long. He tried to make it last, he really tried. He went slow, he moved faster, he kept it shallow...but it was for nothing. He started sinking in deep and hard, long, slick thrusts.

"I'm going to, Danny. God...god, I'm gonna..."

That was all the warning he got before Hex drove in deep and shook with the force of his orgasm. He shouted as he came, so hard it almost hurt.

From:

london_spy

It was perfect, and Danny closed his eyes as he groaned and melted beneath him.

From:

just_hex

Hex sank onto him, the weight of him pressing down on Danny. He kept his elbows and used his legs to try to lighten himself just a bit. Light kisses tracked across Danny's neck and shoulders.

From:

london_spy

"You- You're very good at that," Danny gasped softly, his eyes slipping shut as he let out a content sigh.

From:

just_hex

"Thank you," he replied, finally finding it in himself to withdraw And sink beside Danny. In that moment he was absolutely certain he did love him. Him, not an idea of him, not some person he could cling to. He was quickly falling in love and he was absolutely lost.