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Hex took in the sight of him for a long moment. He was so beautiful. So long and trim, the jut of his hip bones inviting Hex closer.

He resisted the temptation just long enough to grab a couple condoms, one for each. He slipped his on quickly, then turned his attention to Danny.. He rolled it on, then began to stroke him, watching his face.

Moaning, Danny bucked hard into the touch, eyes locked on Hex the whole time. No one touched him the way Hex touched him. Hex touched him like he was something precious, something to love.

Alex came close, but there was always that undercurrent of insecurity and uncertainty. Not that he didn't miss that on occasion- Not that he didn't miss Alex all the time. Hex was just more confident, and Hex loved him without hesitation or a need to put up walls.

Eyes locked, Hex made a show of rolling his pink tongue out over his bottom lip, then licking a line across the top. He watched Danny for another long moment before he looked down. He dropped to his knees between Danny's legs and guided the man's cock into his mouth. What he would give to taste the man's bare skin...

He plunged down on him, moaning wantonly as Danny hit the back of his throat. Blindly, he found the end of the leash and pulled it taut, making the collar dig into the back of Danny's neck while he sucked him off.

There was always going to be a barrier between them, and it wasn't latex, it was three letters. Danny hated those letters, hated the people who'd branded him with them- And as much as he was enjoying the feeling of Hex's lips working over protected skin- He couldn't help but wonder how things would be if those letters weren't there.

Would they be happier? Would they be better off?

Hex did it strictly for the pleasure of it. He lost himself for a long moment as he enjoyed the thick heat of Danny's cock. He delighted in how the stiff flesh felt against his lips and the way Danny filled his mouth.

He didn't want to get him off, though. Didn't even want to edge him, though Hex did find a sick pleasure in that, too, sometimes. He just wanted to enjoy Danny, to make him feel good after the dose of pain. He bobbed on him, humming and moaning for just a bit more before he pulled away.

"I love your cock," he said roughly. "Think about it more than I should...and at all the wrong times. On me lunch, on the tube...I think about how you feel inside me, Danny. How you feel in me hand and me mouth."

Hex wiped the wet from his chin and used the leash to pull Danny up. He stayed where he was between his legs. Hex looked at him for a long moment, just studying him. Those beautiful lips, those knowing eyes. Danny was so beautiful.

Why was he so stupid he had to go and ruin everything because he couldn't control himself around Fin? Why was he so utterly daft? He loved Danny and it was real and good and perfect. Danny would never deny him anything. He gave Hex everything. He was all he'd ever dreamed of...and Hex knew he was pissing it away by being selfish.

Danny sat up, lowering his arms and observing Hex. He could see the other man was thinking about something, but Danny couldn't guess what- Other than it likely had nothing to do with collars and rope.

"Please don't start drinking again," he said, the words falling from his lips before he could even really think about what it was he wanted to say. "Fuck whoever you want, Work all the hours god gives you, but don't drink, Hex. That's my rule. That's the only rule. I'll be here. I'll be yours, and we can play any game you want. I'll be the best lover you ever had- But the bottles go."

He twisted his wrists lightly against the rope, but he wasn't trying to get free. If anything the soft rope was comforting in that moment- It was like being held. Maybe that's why it was so easy to say what he needed to. His backside was sore, and the toy inside him was impossible to forget, but the rope wasn't about pleasure or sex in that moment. It was about Hex. It was about the bond they shared. Maybe they weren't a good fit, not on paper anyway. They were addicts, and they fed off one another in the worst way, but Danny knew they didn't both have to crash and burn. Hex just needed some control- And Danny could give that to him, not just sexually, but in their daily lives. He already did, in some ways. Everytime Hex put a salad in front of him, every time he checked his pulse or asked how he was feeling. Danny gave Hex control by being a constant patient, the wounded bird who's wing would never heal.

Hex needed that. Hex needed to fix people, and Danny was beautifully beyond repair. A constant project for him to work on.

Hex was quiet for a long moment, his demons at war with reason. The urge to drink sometimes was so powerful, all consuming. Like tonight...it was just too hard. But here was Danny, laying it out. No more. It wasn't an ultimatum, but it wasn't a simple request. It was just how things were going to be.

And so he nodded.

No more drinking," he said softly. "Tonight was a mistake. I'll go to a meeting tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after. I will, Danny. I'll make it right."

He rose up as high as he could and covered Danny's hands with his own. He couldn't ruin this. Literally all he'd ever wanted, all he'd dreamed of his whole life, was sitting before him. All he had to do was accept it. That he had, in fact, been this lucky. That he hadn't, in fact, fucked this all up.

"I love you, Danny. I'll be a better man. Not another drop."

He didn't put the same demand on Danny, though. He didn't think the man was ready for recovery. When it was time, it would happen. Hex had faith in that. He had faith in Danny.

"You're already the best man I know," Danny said softly. "I just- I can't watch you crash. ...You're so strong, and you're so kind- You deserve a good life."

Leaning in, he started to move like he was going to kiss Hex, only to turn his head away and start coughing. His throat had been a bit itchy all day, but the coughing soon passed, and Danny swallowed.

"I don't want to stop, but I need a drink. Can we have a moment? We can leave the toy in," he offered, pausing, and then softening the mood. "I'll be good for you. I'll be a good boy, just for you, Hex," he purred, pressing a soft kiss to the other man's jaw.

He nodded and turned his head so he could kiss Danny's cheek lightly.

"Relax. I'll go get you a bottle of water, he said. He rubbed the man's thighs gently, then got up to go fetch it.

In the kitchen the bottle was right there on the counter where he'd left it. He looked at it for a long moment before he picked it up. He unscrewed the top...then poured the whole thing down the drain.

He came back with the water.

"Here we go."

Danny always went with his gut, and when Hex returned he moved off the bed and sank to his knees, parting his lips to take the offered water. He felt a bit dizzy, but he fought that feeling. It was just the come down probably. It always came sooner than you thought it would.

With the utmost care, Hex held Danny's face and tipped the bottle so the man could drink. His erection had flagged a bit, but his cock jerked at the sight of Danny swallowing.

"Are you alright, love? You look a little pale," he said, always worrying and fussing over Danny, even in moments like this.

Danny drank deep, then nodded.

"I'm good, I'm fine. I'm perfect," Danny promised.

Hex smiled softly at that and stroked Danny's hair.

"Such a good boy," he said. He put the bottle on the side table. "Ready for more?"

He was still a little dizzy, but Danny smiled and nodded. He was fine. He could do this.

"Always, Hex. I'm always ready."

He stroked him and petted him for another moment, then took hold of his cock and held it for Danny.

"Suck," he commanded.

Danny parted his lips, then paused and smirked a little as he leant away.

"I don't know if I want to," he taunted.

Hex caught him by the back of the neck, squeezed and pulled.

"I'm not giving you a choice. I don't care what you want," he said, low and firm. He jerked Danny forward and forced himself into his mouth.

Danny moaned around his mouthful. Hex was so beautiful like this, he played the role so convincingly.

Closing his eyes, for a moment all of his focus was on Hex, and offering the other man pure pleasure as he worked his lips over his cock.

Resistance and spirit got him going. Needing to have a firm hand and control made his blood sing. But Hex loved- loved- the way that Danny seemed to enjoy the role of submissive so much. Hex swelled full in his mouth, watching Danny every second as he swallowed him again and again. Hex tugged his hair but only to encourage him.

"Fuck me, you have the perfect mouth. No one gives head like you, Danny," he panted.

Had he not currently been putting those talents to good use, Danny would have agreed. He was good at this. Damn good.

Bound hands came to rest on Hex's thigh and he moaned around his cock.

It took less than a minute for him to swell again completely. Hot and rigid, he thrust into Danny's mouth as the man worked him over. It was bloody brilliant.

"Can you feel it? Feel it in your ass? Does it feel like me cock, Danny? Fucking you while I'm in your mouth, too?" he panted, fingers working in against Danny's scalp.

Danny groaned a little, moving in a way that made the toy shift inside him slightly. He was putting on a show. ...In the end, after all, this was for Hex. Yes, Danny needed this, craved it even, but he wanted Hex to be turned on though. Wanted him to know he could have this, all of this. ...Anything he desired. He took Hex deep then, his bound hands coming up to caress the other man's balls.

Holding Hex's gaze, he tried to say with his eyes everything he couldn't say out loud. You don't need the booze. You don't. You have me, and I love you. I'll always love you, no matter what.

And he would. ...Danny was a hopeless romantic like that.

"Danny...Danny..." he panted, his legs beginning to shake. "You've got to stop...I'm going to...Oh, God," he said, a familiar heat rising in his groin. It came on so fast he couldn't stop himself and a moment later he jerked as he came hard. He hadn't meant to. He'd wanted to make the night last.

Danny didn't mind. ...Alright, maybe a little, but only because he'd wanted to go all night. It felt as if they'd barely scratched the surface.

It was still good though, and the other man didn't stop until Hex was well and truly spent.

Hex wobbled on his feet, finally pulling away and bending over to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry...sorry," he said. "That was bloody brilliant. You're so fucking good. Brilliant. You take me apart, Danny," he added breathlessly. Hex reched out his hand to get Daany to his feet. "Come up. Come up."

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