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]

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.

[london_spy]

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.

[just_hex]

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.

[london_spy]

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."

[just_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.

[london_spy]

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?

[just_hex]

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...

[london_spy]

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."

[just_hex]

"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."

[london_spy]

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."

[just_hex]

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..."

[london_spy]

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

[just_hex]

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.

[london_spy]

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.

[just_hex]

"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.

[london_spy]

"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.

[just_hex]

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...

[london_spy]

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.

[just_hex]

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.

[london_spy]

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.

[just_hex]

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.