Hex

[london_spy]

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"I don't want the drink as bad as you do," Danny replied, and it was as much a pointed remark as it was a challenge. It had been a long time, but he knew what happened when he pushed Hex. He knew, and he wanted it.

 

If they were going to burn, it ought to be a damn good blaze.

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[just_hex]

"Take your shirt off," he said again, a dark edge to his voice. His eyes were dark with lust as he looked at Danny.

"Do it, because you want me," he said. "And if you do what you're told you'll get just what you need."

And then he lifted his glass and took one small sip.

[london_spy]

Danny was silent for a moment, leaning back in his seat and watching Hex for a long moment before deciding to peel his shirt off.

He let it hit the floor, and he reached for the drink.

"You sure you know what I need tonight?" he asked.

[just_hex]

"I know what I need tonight," he said, letting Danny have the glass. With his hand free he could trace the shape of Danny's face with his fingertip, hooking it under the man's jaw and lifting his face.

He took another small sip.

"I've got a few things I want to try with you. If you're game," he said.

[london_spy]

"I'm game," he assured him, holding Hex's gaze with his own. "You know me, love. I'll try anything."

[just_hex]

He downed the full measure of his drink, then. It burned in the most familiar, delicious way. Then he fished out the ice cube and began to draw it across Danny's chest. Cold water dripped down his body as the cube melted.

"Do you want another bump before we start?" he asked, his voice low and soft.

[london_spy]

Danny shivered a little, then gasped softly as he nodded.

"Just one," he agreed, fishing the bag from his pocket and sniffing it right off the back of his hand. It was an instant rush, and in that moment he forgot all the reasons tonight was a disaster and all the ways he was hurting Hex.

"Tell me what we're playing. You want a pet, you want a plaything? You want to be a big strong man?" Danny asked, moving closer as he spoke.

[just_hex]

Hex smiled at him and wet his lips.

"A plaything. A toy. I want to use you...and I want you to like it," he said. He wrapped one arm around Danny's waist to pull him close, the other hand cupping over his fly to feel him. "You're so good, Danny. The best. Feel that? I like that..."

[london_spy]

Danny groaned, his cock already hard as he rutted into Hex's palm.

"I like it too," he purred, "I want it. I want you, Hex. I want to be yours."

[just_hex]

He rubbed and squeezed gently, enjoying the shape of Danny's cock. He leaned in to kiss him, a fast, hungry kiss that ended with him catching Danny's bottom lip beneath his teeth and pulling a little.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he said. "You know that? On the dance floor you were so...God, I wanted you right there..."

[london_spy]

"Well, you don't have to wait. I'm here. I'm here, and willing," Danny said, getting to his feet.

"Have your drink, then find me in the bedroom," he said, walking away. ...It was too hard to watch Hex drink, and he tried not to think about it as he shed the rest of his clothes and stretched out on the bed.

[just_hex]

He finished his, then drank down Danny's abandoned glass. Then he took the glasses to the sink and snuck just one more swallow out of the bottle.

He was barely even buzzed but he felt better. His anxiety had simply evaporated. Hex headed for the bedroom, peeling off his damp shirt.

The sight that greeted him, Danny naked and hard and laying there on offer, made his breath catch. He wanted to crawl on top of him and taste every inch of him. But rather than give into that urge, Hex opened the closet to select a few things to play with.

[london_spy]

Danny watched him, rolling onto his side and trying to see what he was fetching.

"Do you feel better?" he asked softly, wishing he'd had one more bump- But no, they were in the bedroom now. This was about to be good- They needed this. This is how they had been at their best.

[just_hex]

"I feel good. Not on edge like I've been. I've been a twat lately, I know that. I'm sorry," he said as he dug in a box, then lifted a collar and leash off of a hook. The last thing he grabbed was a pair of leather chaps for himself. They'd cover his legs, but leave his ass and his cock free.

"Sit up, now," he said as he came to the bed with his treasures.

[london_spy]

Sitting up slowly, Danny stretched lazily, looking to see what Hex had brought. ...He always had the best toys.

"You haven't been a twat, we're just- Things are changing, it's alright though, Hex. We'll survive. That's what we do."

[just_hex]

Hex pushed off his jeans, kicking his trainers away. He pulled on the chaps, fastening the buckle and tying the laces...making a show of it for Danny. His cock stood at attention and he took a moment to stroke himself, right close to Danny's face.

"We'll be stronger for it," he said softly.

[london_spy]

Danny tilted his head away from Hex's cock, and he wet his lips.

"I believe you," he murmured.

[just_hex]

"Good," he said, pulling a couple more times before he let go and reached for Danny. He posed him, lifting his chin.

"Hold it there," he said, letting go so he could reach for a collar. It was a simple thing, black leather with snaps and a ring for a lead to attach. Hex gently slid it around Danny's throat and snapped it shut.

"That's better," he said, tracing the line of it along Danny's skin. "That makes you all mine."

[london_spy]

"Don't need a bit of leather to make that true," Danny countered, those deep and observant eyes still locked on Hex.

[just_hex]

"Shh...play the game," he replied. Hex cupped Danny's jaw and ran his thumb over his lips. "...All mine."

[london_spy]

Danny parted his lips in offering, a silent agreement to let the game begin.

[just_hex]

Hex pushed his thumb into Danny's mouth and at the same time gripped his chin with his fingers. He knew he risked getting bitten, but he wasn't being rough or cruel, just firm.

"Good boy," he said. "My pretty boy. Stand up," he said, pulling Danny by the face to urge him to get to his feet.

[london_spy]

Danny protested, but he rose easily, getting to his feet to stand across from Hex.

[just_hex]

Once he was on his feet, Hex let him go. He reached for a length of silky rope and began to bind Danny's wrists in front of him. It was no hasty job. Hex took his time wrapping, crossing, knotting, then wrapping and crossing again. It was ornate...and quite secure.

"Feel alright?" he asked.

[london_spy]

"It's fine, it can be tighter if you want," Danny offered, keeping his hands still. "I can handle it. I can handle anything."

[just_hex]

"This isn't where I want you to hurt," Hex purred. He leaned in and drew his lips and nose along Danny's jaw just to feel him. This close, Hex was imposing. Solid and sure.

It was just a moment of tenderness, then he grabbed Danny, spun him, and bent him over the edge of the bed. He'd tied the man's hands in front of him so he could catch himself while Hex grabbed the lube and slicked him well.