Nyx couldn't have held back even if he'd wanted to, falling apart beneath Hex with a soft cry that became a low moan of pleasure.

"Hex," he whispered, magic flowing freely again, though this time it was focused on pleasure, and Hex. It wound around the other man, squeezing him, drowning him- It was perhaps a bit too much, overwhelming and causing every bit of pleasure to become intense to the point it could be painful.