"Can I tie you up? Can I get rough?" he asked against Fin's mouth.
Hex pulled him away from the door, only to drag him into the bedroom. He
had a box where he kept the assortment of toys and ties they'd gathered
from the cities that had appeared. He didn't let Fin's wrist go, though. He
pulled him closer.
"Choose," he insisted.
"Mmm, I've been dying to tie you up," Hex confessed, taking the rope from
He let go of Fin and faced him.
Hex was gravely serious as he bound Fin. The ropes were tight, but not too
much so. He bound his wrists, then ornately looped the length around his
throat only to tie his wrists again. Moving too much meant choking
himself...something Hex was quite fine with.
Once bound, Hex kissed him again. It began soft, but then he grabbed Fin by
the hair and drove his tongue into the man's mouth, claiming him roughly.
Hex ran his hand along Fin's arm, then down over his waist all the way to
his hip. His touch was gentle, but firm. It promised power and control. He
was so sure of himself like this. Often, Hex questioned himself. Too
frightened to make a mistake. In many ways he was still the wide eyed nurse
who had so often been told to stay behind while the Doctor and Ace dealt
with some of the most frightening things in the universe.
Of course, he'd never actually stayed behind.
But this...Fin pliant in his hands, moaning and responding, Hex was
confident in a way he only felt when he was with a lover willing to submit.
He moved from Fin's mouth to his neck, sucking rough kisses meant to leave
Hex let go and tilted his head so he could whisper in Fin's ear.
"You are pure sex. Pure sin," he said, then gave Fin's ass a sharp smack.
"Makes it hard to play with you when I just want to bend you over and fuck
you...over and over. Over and over. Your magic makes me mad," he confessed.
"I don't trust it either, if I'm honest," Hex replied. "But if it sneaks
out, I can resist it. I can, I promise."
He kissed him again to seal that promise, both hands rising to hold Fin's
"I trust you," Fin whispered into the kiss, and he did. He trusted Hex
fully and completely. He knew the other man would take care.
Hex smiled against Fin's mouth, then very carefully bit his bottom lip. He
tugged a bit, keeping it just on the edge of painful before he let go.
"Now that I've got you all trussed up, what ever will I do with you, hmm?"
he asked, moving to walk around Fin and inspect him.
Standing behind him, Hex hooked his finger under the rope around Fin's
throat and tugged, making it tighter. He leaned in and kissed the back of
his neck before whispering,
"I want to hurt you..."
Hex gave Fin's bum a squeeze and then a pat. Then he walked back to the
box. They'd assembled a rather nice collection. Hex looked inside and
though he wanted to take Fin apart, he didn't really want to destroy
him. He selected a flail with a hundred thin rubber strings. It would hurt,
but not damage that pale, delicate skin.
He returned to Fin and dragged it lightly across his chest, then down his
"Take a breath," he said before drawing back and hitting Fin across the
Hex felt the magic envelope him, warm and inviting. Hurt me, it
said. Have me. He resisted as best he could, but it was so strong,
He hit Fin again and again, alternating blows with a kiss here, a fondle of
Fin's cock there. He mixed pain and pleasure perfectly. He used Fin's whole
body, not sticking to simply beating his chest. He hit his belly and legs,
ass and back, moving around him steadily.
Hex immediately tossed the flail away and pulled Fin close, embracing him
"It's alright. It's over. No more," he said, but he was hard ad the ridge
of his cock strained against his fly and pressed against Fin's hip.