Danny hissed in pain, frowning, then returning to his task. Danny knew all about bdsm, but he wasn't a terribly good submissive. Willing, yes, but not good. He was far too mouthy and bossy. Prone to trying to take control in the bedroom.

Though Hex didn't seem to mind that, and Danny felt certain that Hex would adapt to keep him in place if need be. He liked that about the other man. Hex was much more flexible than some of his past lovers. Much more atune to sexual desires. When Hex pulled on the leash, he wasn't doing it to be cruel, he was doing it to keep the game going when Danny thoughtlessly trampled over boundaries or started to forget what game they were playing. It was good, really. Helped keep him focused. Helped stop what should be enjoyable into devolving into a test of wills.