Oh, Harry, you.
This was not something Danny did -- ever, but the way that Harry beckoned him with his long, slender index finger was sadly enough to get Danny hard. He didn't even know if he liked Harry like that -- he didn't know if even wanted to fuck Harry, but he figured he did, considering he couldn't stop himself from standing up off the couch and following Harry into his bedroom. Something in Danny's stomach twisted when the loud click of the door locking rang through the room, realizing that this was extremely wrong, but also realizing that he wanted it anyway.
Without another word, Harry clutched a fistful at Danny's shirt and shoved him against the wall. Pain didn't register to Danny -- Harry's lips were nipping at his neck before it could. All Danny could think of was how Harry's teeth felt against his skin, dragging slowly against the fragile skin in strict lines. Harry's tongue flicked against Danny's pulse, and he desperately tried to conceal the moan that rose in his chest, threatening to escape his lips. It was all he could do to keep the whimpers hidden.
This displeased Harry, and he knew it, because Harry instantly crashed his hardness against Danny's causing friction in their jeans. Danny didn't know why he liked this at all, but he needed more. It wasn't a want, it was a full on compulsive need and as Harry moved his hand down Danny's clothed chest, to his covered erection, and began fisting it, the compulsion only grew.
"H-Harry..." Danny moaned, his head leaning back reluctantly. "This is madness."
Danny could almost hear the smirk in Harry's voice as he spoke. "And you -love- this madness."
A moan escaped, to Danny's horror, and filled the room -- causing Harry to fist harder. Dan didn't know how much longer he could take any of this -- his cock was becoming painfully hard.
"Harry. Harry.. I need you to.. GOD."
"You need me to.. what, Danny?" Harry asked, knowing full well what Danny was trying to get accomplished.
With a frown and another moan, Danny manage a small, weak, "Fuck me, Harry," then he was on Harry's bed, Harry leaning over top of him, swarming his entire vision. Danny felt a knee in between his legs, and a scream erupted from his chest when the knee made contact with his dick through his jeans. Before he knew it, his clothes were off, tossed to the floor -- Harry removing his jeans above him. They were naked, it was hard for Danny to register, but even more -- they were naked together.
All thoughts of coherency, though, were shot when Danny heard the opening and closing a of bottle. In only a mere second, Dan hissed as he felt two digits inside of him, pumping in and out and it all made his crazy. He couldn't resist rocking back onto the digits -- it was the best thing he'd felt, ever. More moans filled the room and Danny couldn't tell whose was whose -- his or Harry's -- anymore, and that was just fine, Danny decided, feeling Harry slide himself into Danny.
Pain was all he felt in the beginning. It was bad enough that tears ran down his face, soaking his cheeks and neck. But eventually, the pounding turned into pleasure and Danny wanted more more more. Panting, he stared up at Harry, who stared up at him, watching his every move.
"How does it feel, Danny?" Harry breathed, pounding harder.
"OH GOD -- Harry, it feels... ah!" Danny couldn't find it in him to finish -- Harry was hitting his prostate and he wasn't going to be able to take this much longer.
"Tell me what you want."
Danny shook his head side to side, clutching Harry's arms tightly, afraid to let go. Then Harry hit it, "There, Harry! OH GOD."
Dan didn't realize it when came across Harry's chest for what was forever, but couldn't help but feel the warm liquid that filled him and it made him smile. They were both panting -- him and Harry -- and even after it was over, he was still questioning if this was right, or even if it was real.
Harry pulled himself reluctantly out of Danny and stood, dressing quickly, without a word. He didn't even bother to wipe Danny's cum from his stomach -- which turned Danny on for reasons he didn't understand. Stopping at the door, Harry smiled.
"This will be our little secret, Daniel." He winked.
Left on the bed, Danny found it hard to believe that he'd just fucked a drummer.