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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."

Danny let himself be helped up, staying close to Hex the whole time.

"Good. ...Good," he whispered softly.

Hex pulled him in for a kiss, a lazy, slow kiss that burned with passion. Fingers danced over Danny's skin.

"You're the best," he said softly when the kiss broke. "I love you so much, Danny..."

"I know- I love you too, Hex. I know," Danny murmured, feeling dizzy again and this time struggling to stay upright as he caught hold of Hex with bound hands to steady himself.

"I think- I think I need to lay down," he confessed.

Hex caught him quick and held him tight. Concern painted his features as he helped Danny down to the bed.

"Love, I don't think you're alright," he said softly. "Let me untie you. Let's start with that," he said as he began to pick the knot.

Nodding, Danny let Hex set him free as he rested his head against the other man's chest.

"I'm alright," he insisted. "I'm fine, Hex."

He was always fine.

"Danny, don't shit me," he scolded. "Are you coming down? Maybe you should just rest. We can play more in a bit."

He hoped that was it. The drugs could be brutal, but a come down was much more preferable to the thought that Danny could be getting some kind of opportunistic disease his immune system couldn't fight off.

"I'm fine- I just need to rest," Danny insisted. "Just- Let me lay down a bit. It's probably just the comedown."

God, he hoped it was just the comedown.

"D'you want me to take that out of you?" he asked softly, rubbing Danny's arm to reassure him it was ok.

"Please," Danny said softly, drawing away so he could lay down on his side. His head felt better like this, but he did start to cough again.

Hex very delicately undid the tape and carefully withdrew the toy. Then he slipped off Danny's condom before pulling a blanket up over him. Then he settled in beside him, sitting to face him so he could watch him closely. When the coughing fit passed he was clearly worried.

"Need another drink?" he asked.

"Please," Danny said, keeping his eyes shut to stop the dizzy spell from returning. "Maybe an allergy pill or something? I feel like there's something in my throat."

Honestly, he felt congested and achy- But he didn't want to worry Hex, not this late at night.

Hex nodded and went to the cupboard to get the bottle of antihistimines. He was only gone a moment and came back with the pills.

He passed one to Danny, then laid his fingers on the man's neck to take his pulse.

Danny usually popped his pills dry, but it was harder this time, and he gave up as he sat up and reached for the water to wash it down. His pulse was normal, but he was running hot, his skin warmer than usual under Hex's fingers.

"I think you have a fever," he said softly. "Let me go get the thermometer. If you're feverish we should go to hospital, just to be safe."

"No, it's- I'm sure it's just allergies," Danny insisted. "Let me sleep on it. If I'm still off in the morning we can go to A&E, I promise, but- Let me rest, Hex. ...Please."

"Alright. Rest," he said. He tucked the covers up around Danny and fretted over him for another moment. Then he put out the light.

He went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, but the entire time he kept thinking of what could have Danny down. It was likely the drugs, that was the simplest answer. But it could be anything. Worrying about it made him a bit queasy.

Danny drifted off quickly, more worn out than he'd have expected himself to be- And when morning came, he felt no better for it.

His head was pounding and the cough was back in full force. Nose dripping and eyes rimmed red from being rubbed at, Danny didn't seem well. ...Just a cold, he assured himself. Just a cold, no big deal.

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