Danny

[just_hex]

After leaving Fin's Hex had taken his time getting to the tube. He'd waited on the train and every moment that passed made him more and more queasy. He knew he needed to come clean with Danny. He knew he needed to accept responsibility for his actions. But he didn't want to. A big part of him wanted to go on without saying anything at all. Maybe Danny wouldn't notice.

He knew that wasn't true, though.

Danny noticed. Danny knew. He just knew things. It was impossible to lie to him, even moreso since Hex was a shit liar.

He finally came into the house well after dark and took off his jacket. He'd hoped Danny was out getting high but the lights were on and he knew the man was home. No avoiding this any longer, then.

"You home?" he called as he shed his jacket.

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[london_spy]

Hex was beautiful, and Danny was transfixed as he watched the other man- A low moan escaping him as he slipped inside his lover. His hips lifted slightly, and his hands roamed up Hex's thigh's as he started to move with him.

[just_hex]

He used his legs to help him rise and drop. One hand rested on Danny's stomach, giving him balance. The other he reached around to feel the base of the man's cock and tease his balls.

"Fuck me," he panted, though he was doing a fine job fucking himself down on Danny's cock. The stretch and pressure were just exactly what he needed tonight. After everything that had happened he truly needed to feel like he belonged to Danny, not the other way round.

[london_spy]

Danny's hips snapped up harder, and he panted hard as he wrapped his fingers around the other man's cock and pulled him off with long, firm, strokes.

[just_hex]

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. He rose and then dropped, grinding down to feel Danny deep inside. He found a rhythm then to match the way the man's hand moved over him.

"You're going to make me come so hard," he said, almost whining.

[london_spy]

"Damn right I am- Not until I say though. Not until I say," Danny warned, his voice breathless but firm.

[just_hex]

Hex whimpered softly, dropped low to take Danny deep, and began to pant. He was usually the one who made such demands. To have it turned on him was exciting in a way he had trouble describing.

"Yes, yes, God yes," he promised.

[london_spy]

Danny's hand slowed, then went still, gripping the base of Hex's cock tightly even as he continued to lift and thrust. He could tell Hex needed this tonight, he could feel it.

[just_hex]

He grew louder and louder, every thrust ripping from him a grunt and then a cry of pleasure. His balls were aching for release and his ass stretched and burned in the best way.

"Please, Danny...please, God, please," he panted, arcing his back to keep his body straight so Danny didn't slip free.

[london_spy]

Hex was so tight, and he moved just right... Danny was so close, and he started to pull him off once again.

"Come on then. Come for me. I want you to, Hex..."

[just_hex]

"Danny, I..." he choked out, then all he could do was pant. He tried to thrust into Danny's grip, tried to fuck himself harder down on the man's cock. His mind went blissfully blank as the tension coiled in his gut and far too soon he was arching and crying out as hot jets of come streaked across Danny's chest and belly.

[london_spy]

Hex came, and a moment later Danny was coming too, hips twitching as he cried out in pleasure.

"Hex. ...Love you, love you..."

[just_hex]

He could feel how Danny swelled and jerked and he did his best to ride him out, making sure the other man was utterly spent before he dropped forward. Hex braced himself over Danny, sweat dripping off his brow.

"I love you..." he panted, "...more."

[london_spy]

"So competitive," Danny laughed, breathless and spent as he relaxed against the mattress and let that rush of pleasure wash over him until it finally faded.

[just_hex]

Hex finally rose enough that Danny could slip free and he settled in half on top the man, sated beyond reason. He hummed softly, content to kiss Danny's shoulder and trail his fingers lightly up the man's arm.

"I do though. I love you so much, Danny. Forever."

[london_spy]

"Forever," Danny echoed, covering hex's hand with his own and squeezing gently.

[just_hex]

For not the first time, Hex had the thought that he really ought to ask Danny to marry him. They should make this official. He loved Danny, they worked well together, and there was no one, not even Fin, who made him feel like this. This bliss, this perfection.

He should do it. He would do it. But the moment had to be perfect. Not some afterglow proposal where he might not be taken seriously. Hex thought he needed to plan this out.

"We should get cleaned up. I made you a bit messy," he said softly. "Want to take a shower? I'll scrub your back," he offered.

[london_spy]

"Mmm, I just want to clean up and call it a night," Danny said, stretching out lazily and letting out a content little groan of pleasure.

[just_hex]

"Alright," Hex said softly, closing in for another lazy kiss. "I'll have to take advantage of a shower with you another night. Come on...get up before everything dries up. Then I'll do me."

[london_spy]

Danny groaned an objection, but ultimately got up and slunk off to wash up and dry off. He reappeared looking as rumpled as he had when he'd left though, and he yawned loudly before flopping lazily onto the bed face first.

[just_hex]

When Danny was done, Hex got up to clean himself up as well. He was sore in all the best ways. When he finally came back to bed he tugged the covers up over them both and settled in close to kiss Danny a bit more.

"Sleep," he said softly. "I'll make you breakfast before I go to work in the morning," he promised, his eyes heavy and breath evening out and slowing down.