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"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.

Danny managed to catch himself, and he took the push as an order, staying put and waiting in silence as he listened to Hex. He could hear rustling, and then suddenly there was lube, slick and wet.

"Fuck," Danny gasped.

Hex got him wet before slipping his fingers in, fucking him hard and slow with one, then two.

"You look so good like this," he said, reaching with his free hand to catch the leash attached to the collar. He pulled enough to make Danny arch and thrust his fingers in deep to find his prostate, fully aware he was making it difficult for the man to breathe.

Instantly, Danny knew what game they were playing, and he gasped as he pushed himself up to get more air. He had good control, knew how to last, and he didn't struggle against it as Hex pulled.

"Fuck," he panted, his breathing strained as he rocked back against his fingers. "Fuck... Hex."

Before he could excite Danny too much, Hex withdrew his fingers. But the reprieve was short. He reached for the pile on the bed and he grabbed a thick silicone toy. he pushed it in, slowly so Danny could feel every inch. Then Hex grabbed some bondage tape and peeled off strip after strip, taping Danny's cheeks shut so it wouldn't fall out.

"Like that," he said, giving Danny's ass a smack. "Like that? You do. Little slut. Wish it was real? Mine?" he asked, almost accused, as he kept spanking him with a firm hold on the leash.

Danny gasped for air, bound hands pulling at the collar. He managed to get a deep breath, and he held it in his lungs as he took the punishment. It had been a long time since he'd gotten so rough with anyone, but it was easy to fall back into though, easy and appealing to relive his younger, wilder days.

One upon a time sex like this had been so many things for him. It had been an escape, an expression of freedom to embrace who he was- But more than anything it had often been his way to make people like him. Danny was the boy who didn't say no to anything. Danny always said yes, Danny was always game. It had made him desirable, and that in turn had made him feel like he belonged. Like he was part of the scene.

It was different with Hex though. This wasn't part of being accepted by the community or wanted by many- This was about reminding Hex of what he had. He had the boy who never said no. Why would he need anyone else?

Hex reached down between Danny's legs. He found his cock and began to milk him with slow, strong strokes.

"God, you're good," he purred. "The best. Best toy anyone could ever want..."

He bent and kissed the knobs of Danny's spine, his own erection pressed against Danny's ass, hot and thick. He wanted so badly to fuck Danny, but he'd removed that option. And, he thought, it would be so delicious to leave Danny stuffed up for the rest of the night. Plugged until his hole stayed open and ready for the morning...

Danny could be this. He could be a thing of desire, he could be that person people wanted- This? This was so much easier than being himself. Easier than becoming whole.

"Not anyone, you Danny corrected, bucking hard into Hex's hand. "Your toy."

"Mine...all mine," he agreed, pressing kiss after kiss tenderly across Danny's back. It was a soft interlude, but soon enough he grew rough again, biting Danny's shoulder. Then he pulled him up off the bed.

Once standing, Hex picked up a riding crop with a wide leather flap on the tip. He held it up to show Danny.

"Mine," he said. "And I get to do whatever I want."

Danny cried out softly, stumbling, but finding his feet quickly.

"I know- I want that," he whispered. "I want to be yours, Hex. I know you better than anyone else, you know that? I know your desires, I know that you like being in control, but you're not cruel, even when you're rough, even when you're vicious, you are giving and kind. You are a remarkable lover, Hex. ...I'm ready."

Danny's words found their mark. Before Hex could even think about going farther, he grabbed the leash right at the ring and jerked Danny forward. He caught his mouth in a hard kiss, rough with teeth and a hungry tongue, but one of love and devotion. In that moment there was no one else in the world. Not Fin, not Jack, not anyone who had gotten off with Danny in any club, not anyone Hex had ever played with at Hitch.

Just them. Just he and Danny. Against the world.

"I love you," he panted when the kiss broke. "I love you..."

"I know, I love you too. I love you so much, Hex," Danny promised.

Hex held him there and kissed him again, but this time he snapped the crop against the back of Danny's thigh. Before the man could cry out, Hex kissed him and swallowed the sound. He did it again and again, beating Danny while pressed close to him, drinking down every cry.

Danny whimpered into the kiss, bound hands pressed against Hex's chest. He could be this, he could be this- He could be this, because it felt good, and he knew it wasn't all Hex wanted him to be. He could be this, because it wasn't like Rich or those blokes from the club. With Hex he wasn't always just a toy.

He had power too. He had agency.

Danny was so good at being everything to everyone, but Hex- Hex never put in a box. Hex never baulked when Danny wanted something new or different.

"I love you," he whispered, the words muffled and choked, but raw and real.

"Say it again," Hex rasped. "Say it over and over."

He gave him another smack, trying to reach the other side so he wasn't abusing the same place every time.

"Say you love me. Say you need me."

Hearing he was needed was something that cut right to the heart of him...and Hex knew Danny knew that. Danny knew everything about him. And still he loved Hex.

"I need you," Danny gasped, the words fading to a soft sob. "I need you, I need this. I love you, Hex. I love you."

He was trembling a little, but it felt good. In that moment he felt focused and alive, and he felt more connected to Hex than ever.

He felt Danny start to shake and let go of the leash so he could wrap his arm around him to hold him up. The crop hit the tape more than once, jarring the toy a bit.

And then he stopped. Simply stopped. He tossed the crop on the bed and used his fingers to skim low over the tender, rosy skin.

"My Danny. My beautiful Danny," he said softly. "More than a toy. More than that. You're so good. Perfect. Danny..."

He kissed him again, slow and soft. And he could feel the cool air against his leaking cock and he knew they needed to get dressed. It was dangerous to play like this without condoms and he knew it. But just one more minute...one more kiss...

Eventually, Danny pulled away, sitting on the edge of the bed despite the discomfort it caused. Looking up at Hex, he lay back against the mattress and raised his bound arms over his head.

It was an offering as much as it was a show of trust.

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.

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