"Danny... Tom... Drums... and Bass." - Judd-Jones - 18
Title: "Danny... Tom... Drums... and Bass."
Author:Me (watchthehorns)
Rating: 18 SMUT
Pairings: Junes? Judd/Jones anyhoo
Part: Standalone
Summary: Someone had dented Harry’s pride, and when that happened there was no telling what Harry might do.
A/N : Hey guys, haven't had time to update don't you dare... and Just experimenting (Yes that is on the way lol) so as I am away all weekend, I leave you with this little bit of smut I cobbled together. Inspired by this interview
Harry does not look happy with his sticker.LOL Anyway, here you go! Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't know, Don't insinuate, So Don't sue!
Dedication: Everyone because I love you all, the people who commented me because I love them better and yaoi4yuri because I love her best!
The minute the woman announced they were off air Harry was off his stool ripping his ‘drummer’ name badge off his chest as he stormed off the stage. Danny met Tom’s gaze and gave him a tired smile. He knew the instant that Al Murray had given those name badges out there would be an issue. Dougie of course would laugh it off and probably keep his to wear on the very few occasions that people didn’t know who they were exactly, Harry on the other hand would not take it so well.
Danny had seen the tight lipped smile that Harry had hidden his fury behind as he accepted the badge and instantly knew there would be hell to pay later. Danny had noted the slight change in Harry’s tone of voice as he had talked, emphasising his upper-class roots and so his seniority and knew Harry would not let this drop for hours. Danny had witnessed the apprehensive glimmer in Dougie’s eyes, probably unnoticeable to any except him, the bassist’s best friend and known that Dougie was thinking exactly the same as he was, someone had dented Harry’s pride, and when that happened there was no telling what Harry might do.
Danny paused outside their dressing room and swallowed, he smiled at Dougie and Tom as they passed on their wander down to the canteen on the pretext of being hungry but Danny knew they wanted to give Danny the opportunity to calm Harry down before they returned and risked facing his wroth. Danny gritted his teeth and pushed open the door.
“Fucking drums!” The tension in the room hit Danny the instant he stepped inside and he shut the door quickly, not wanting any passing set worker to hear the inevitable ravings to follow.
“Who the fuck does that bastard think he is, Tom, Danny, Bass and Drums, how fucking dare he, just because you and Tom do the fucking singing, I work just as fucking hard, how dare he!” Harry slammed his fist down on the desk in the corner of to room, making the mugs of cold, congealed coffee rattle and bounce. Danny sighed and walked further into the room, pushing his curls out of his face and trying to breathe evenly in the oppressive atmosphere.
“Harry…”
“I bet you fucking loved it didn’t you, you and Tom, fucking loved it, always the centre of fucking attention, well I’m fucking sick of it” Harry spun round to face Danny and paced towards him breathing hard, eyes flashing dangerously and it took all of Danny’s mental strength not to turn around and run for the hills then and there.
“Harry please, you know that bollocks”
“Oh bollocks is it, now not only am I just the drummer I am also a drummer who talks bollocks!” Harry took another step forward and Danny began to back away. Harry kept coming and Danny suddenly found himself backed up against the wall, Harry so close his breathing was skating across Danny’s freckle littered face. Harry took another step, his body pressing into Danny’s and Danny’s breathing hitched as he pleaded with his body that now was not the time for a certain involuntary reaction to occur.
An unpleasant smirk spread across Harry’s face, curling his lips and making his eyes sparkle maliciously. Danny felt his skin prickle with desire and the already stuffy room become unbearable. Danny kept his eyes cast down, determined not to meet Harry’s gaze as he knew once he did, he would be lost.
Harry forced a finger under Danny’s down turned chin and yanked it upwards, forcing Danny to look him in the eye. Harry saw to look of hunger coupled with the intense vulnerability dancing in Danny’s eyes and ran his tongue over his dry lips, desire flooding his system.
Danny whimpered with want then darted forwards crashing his lips against Harry’s in a bruising kiss. Harry shoved Danny back against the wall, lips never parting holding him against the plaster, his grip on Danny’s shoulders white knuckle tight, sure to leave marks for the morning. Danny moaned into the kiss and Harry smirked and began to grind his growing arousal down into Danny’s. Danny tired to buck his hips up desperate for more friction but Harry just chuckled and forced him back against the wall with his hips. Harry pulled away and Danny gasped for breath, panic, desire, arousal and fear building within his veins as he saw the look of pure masochism swirling in Harry’s deep blue eyes.
“I think you need to be punished for being an attention seeking whore, don’t you my little slut?” Danny couldn’t help but moan in compliance, nodding so his curls bounced. Harry smirked again and then moved his body away from Danny’s. Danny moaned in frustration at the loss of pressure on his groin but was cut off as Harry suddenly gripped his arm and flung him across the room. Danny skidded forcibly into the desk and grunted in pain as his hip stung at the impact.
“Oh that’s nothing; my little slut is going to get a proper punishment.” Harry grinned and Danny felt his jeans growing if possible tighter and he snaked his hand down his body, palming the noticeable bulge in his clothing.
“No touching!” Harry growled and Danny snapped his hand away as if he had been burnt. “Do not move” Harry instructed and Danny nodded, eyes fixed on Harry’s, unable to tear his gaze away, hypnotised by the man before him. Harry took slow steps towards him, reaching out and beginning to rub Danny’s chest through his thin shirt. Danny arched into his touch and Harry’s smirk returned as he pushed his hands slowly upwards under Danny’s jacket, easing the brown material off his shoulders and tossing it into the room.
Harry returned his hands to Danny’s chest, rubbing circles of ecstasy around Danny’s sensitive nipples, a strangled cry falling from Danny’s’ lips, his hands clenching desperately at his side as Harry grazed one of the pleasure hardened nubs.
Harry skimmed his hands down to the shirt buttons, fingers leaving warm prickles exploding over Danny’s skin.
“Now, you like all that attention, don’t you, you little whore, you love all those people staring at you, knowing who you are. That’s bad, isn’t it, my little slut, so you have to be punished, I’m going to teach you a lesson, show you how naughty being an attention seeking slut is. Understand?” Danny nodded, desire completely freezing his ability to speak, Harry’s husky words, whispered into his ear making his cock drool an incessant stream of precome.
Harry pushed the soft shirt material off Danny’s shoulder’s and the feeling of Harry’s barely there touches sent Danny’s mind into over drive. Harry trailed his calloused fingers lightly down Danny’s chest, slipping them beneath the waistband of his jeans momentarily then whipping them away again. Danny groaned and looked pleadingly at Harry who only laughed and shook his head.
“Slut has to wait for his pleasure, he must be punished first” Danny gulped as Harry unfastened his belt allowing his jeans to slip off his hips. Harry pushed them down his thighs achingly slowly, before sliding his hand back up Danny’s legs underneath his boxers, a wet patch already spreading from the tent in the chequered material. Harry eased his boxers after his jeans, the elastic waistband giving Danny a few moments of pleasure filled pressure before a smack to his calf told him to step out of his clothes and shoes.
Suddenly, Harry’s soft touches were gone as Harry gripped Danny’s arm tightly, red forming below his finger tips as he forced Danny towards the desk behind him. He spun Danny around and forced him to bend over the desk, arousal trapped between his body and the wood. Danny wiggled his ass desperately and Harry laughed.
“You can’t wait for it can you slut, even being punished get you all hot doesn’t it” Danny nodded desperately and moaned into the moist air around him. He strained his ears to pick up all the sounds of Harry moving, his breath catching in his throat as he heard the tell tale sound of a belt being unfastened. His heart began to pound in his chest, blood pumping in his ears as his cock hardened further, anticipation driving him wild.
Harry stepped over to the bent figure and lovingly stroked a hand over one of the perfect globes of flesh forming Danny’s buttocks. Danny shivered and pushed back against the caressing hand. Harry chuckled at his eagerness and planted a light tap on the perfect flesh.
“Time for your punishment slut” Harry’s voice cracked with arousal and Danny’s breathing deeper as he waited, expectation dancing in his veins.
Suddenly the leather of the belt snapped across Danny’s buttocks causing him to cry out, his fingers curling helplessly on the wood. Harry pulled his belt back again smirking at the long red welt decorating Danny’s pale flesh. He swung again harder, enjoying the prolonged cry of agony falling from Danny’s swollen lips as Danny continued to claw feebly at the desk top beneath him. He kicked Danny’s legs apart, his bum cheeks parting, allowing Harry to glimpse to sensitive inner folds. He pulled his lip between his teeth as he brought the belt soaring down through the air, the swipe sending a jolt of pain straight through Danny as it landed on the puckered skin between his cheeks. Harry brought the belt down again and again, his stripes becoming more erratic as Danny began to choke back sobs of pain, body shaking, his aching hard on the only sign of how much he was enjoying it.
Harry brought the belt down once more, the leather laving an impression across both unturned globes, the flesh reddened by the onslaught, heat radiating from the skin. Harry dropped the belt, smirk widening as Danny jumped at the sudden unexpected noise. Harry ran cool palms over Danny’s enflamed skin, Danny whimpering in pain and pleasure as he tried to rub his hard on against the rough wood of the desk.
“Slut enjoy that punishment?” Harry saw Danny hesitate, as if unsure whether or not to admit how much he had enjoyed Harry’s punishment. Eventually he nodded the action almost imperceptible against the heaving of his shoulder.
Harry grinned again and slid two of his fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva.
“Spread you ass slut” Danny whimpered quietly as he reached back with shaking hands, breath hitching as he came into contact with his burning flesh and pulled his ass cheeks further apart, completely submissive to Harry, desperate now for any kind of relief. Harry tickled the puckered skin of Danny’s opening with the tips of his fingers, chuckling as Danny pushed back against the digits, moaning trying to spur Harry on.
Suddenly Harry thrust two fingers passed the well abused sphincter, Danny’s moan half pain half pleasure as he felt the digits invade his tight passage. Harry flicked his wrist, his fingers grazing Danny’s prostate and he grinned manically as Danny jolted violently moaning wantonly. Harry pressed his fingers into the sweet spot, massaging Danny into a quivering mass of nerves.
“Please Harry…”
“Please Harry what you little whore?”
”Please fuck me Harry, I need you!” Danny mumbled his disappointment as Harry withdrew his fingers, his passage suddenly feeling empty. Harry quickly undid his jeans and pulled his aching hard on out of his juice soaked boxers. He smeared his pre come down his length his head falling backwards in a silent moan of ecstasy as he stroked himself to readiness.
Danny craned around, desperate for a glimpse of Harry, of the cock that was going to drive him into oblivion and couldn’t swallow the low moan that tumbled from his lips at the sight of Harry, pleasuring himself, almost ignorant of Danny’s burning need.
Harry’s head snapped upwards and he smirked dangerously at Danny as he lined himself up with the pres-stretched hole just begging for his cock, teasingly running the head over the pulsing opening. He gripped Danny’s hips with his free hand and waited driving Danny wild with anticipation.
Danny was about to moan again, anything to spur Harry on when, Harry thrust into Danny violently, balls deep with one movement, clipping Danny’s prostate as he went. Ignoring Danny’s cry of pain Harry began to pump in and out of Danny’s entrance, the pressure the clamping muscles were exerting on his hard on driving him into ecstasy. He withdrew to the head, watching as his swollen cock penetrated the red, burning ass beneath him, Danny’s moans drawing him ever closer to a conclusion.
Danny began to drive his ass backwards, aching to take Harry deeper, Danny’s breathing was little more than shallow pants as Harry hit his prostate with each increasingly erratic thrust. Danny reached around his body to grasp his own hard-on, pre come leaking all over the floor beneath him. He gasped in sweet agony as his sweat slicked palm closed around his arousal relief at finally being able to touch himself flooding through his veins quickly replaced by the sparkles of pleasure.
Harry felt the knot of oblivion tightening in his stomach as he thrust himself harder and faster into Danny’s abused behind.
“Harry… god… yes” Danny moaned in ecstasy, eyes clamped shut, pleasure swirling around his body and taking over every nerve in his system.
“Shut it slut” Harry barked his climax nearing as Danny clamped his muscles down on his hard cock again. Harry pumped into Danny’s ass one again, pushing Danny forward into the desk with his violence. The sudden pressure of the desk grazing his hard on finished Danny and white flashed before his eyes as he shot his load into his hand, his entire body on fire, shaking as the pleasure flooded through his veins.
Harry gasped at the sudden change in sensation and gripped onto Danny’s hips harder, knuckles turning white, one final thrust and he reached the edge of oblivion and tumbled off, a shout of pleasure mixing with Danny’s low moan as Harry hit his prostate again and again as he rode out his orgasm. The stimulation of his over-sensitive nerve bundle caused Danny’s limp cock to drool another load of cum onto the already ruined carpet.
Harry collapsed onto Danny’s back, breathing erratic and heavy as both men returned from their highs. The sting in Danny’s ass was now uncomfortable and he squirmed slightly to ask Harry to relieve some of the pressure. Sighing Harry pulled out and backed away, pulling Danny with him.
He dragged Danny upwards into his embrace, holding the heaving Boltoner to his chest, as Danny tried to recover. Once Harry was satisfied Danny could stand on his own he let go of him and tucked himself back into his jeans and straightened his shirt, whilst Danny went about gingerly reapplying his clothing. As Danny bent down to rescue his discarded boxers, Harry caught full sight of his enflamed ass and smirked to himself, knowing Danny wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a good few days, leaving him to squirm throughout the numerous interviews they had lined up. He certainly wouldn’t be forgetting this in a hurry.
Harry cleared his throat and Danny looked back at him curls sticking to his forehead, pupils dilated, skin flushed. Harry smirked.
“I have come to the conclusion I don’t mind you being a front man Danny.” Danny opened his mouth to object but Harry interrupted.
“I think I perform much better behind you anyway” Danny blushed and Harry slipped out of the dressing room, in search of Tom and Dougie, leaving Danny and his red cheeks in peace.
Author:Me (watchthehorns)
Rating: 18 SMUT
Pairings: Junes? Judd/Jones anyhoo
Part: Standalone
Summary: Someone had dented Harry’s pride, and when that happened there was no telling what Harry might do.
A/N : Hey guys, haven't had time to update don't you dare... and Just experimenting (Yes that is on the way lol) so as I am away all weekend, I leave you with this little bit of smut I cobbled together. Inspired by this interview
Harry does not look happy with his sticker.LOL Anyway, here you go! Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't know, Don't insinuate, So Don't sue!
Dedication: Everyone because I love you all, the people who commented me because I love them better and yaoi4yuri because I love her best!
The minute the woman announced they were off air Harry was off his stool ripping his ‘drummer’ name badge off his chest as he stormed off the stage. Danny met Tom’s gaze and gave him a tired smile. He knew the instant that Al Murray had given those name badges out there would be an issue. Dougie of course would laugh it off and probably keep his to wear on the very few occasions that people didn’t know who they were exactly, Harry on the other hand would not take it so well.
Danny had seen the tight lipped smile that Harry had hidden his fury behind as he accepted the badge and instantly knew there would be hell to pay later. Danny had noted the slight change in Harry’s tone of voice as he had talked, emphasising his upper-class roots and so his seniority and knew Harry would not let this drop for hours. Danny had witnessed the apprehensive glimmer in Dougie’s eyes, probably unnoticeable to any except him, the bassist’s best friend and known that Dougie was thinking exactly the same as he was, someone had dented Harry’s pride, and when that happened there was no telling what Harry might do.
Danny paused outside their dressing room and swallowed, he smiled at Dougie and Tom as they passed on their wander down to the canteen on the pretext of being hungry but Danny knew they wanted to give Danny the opportunity to calm Harry down before they returned and risked facing his wroth. Danny gritted his teeth and pushed open the door.
“Fucking drums!” The tension in the room hit Danny the instant he stepped inside and he shut the door quickly, not wanting any passing set worker to hear the inevitable ravings to follow.
“Who the fuck does that bastard think he is, Tom, Danny, Bass and Drums, how fucking dare he, just because you and Tom do the fucking singing, I work just as fucking hard, how dare he!” Harry slammed his fist down on the desk in the corner of to room, making the mugs of cold, congealed coffee rattle and bounce. Danny sighed and walked further into the room, pushing his curls out of his face and trying to breathe evenly in the oppressive atmosphere.
“Harry…”
“I bet you fucking loved it didn’t you, you and Tom, fucking loved it, always the centre of fucking attention, well I’m fucking sick of it” Harry spun round to face Danny and paced towards him breathing hard, eyes flashing dangerously and it took all of Danny’s mental strength not to turn around and run for the hills then and there.
“Harry please, you know that bollocks”
“Oh bollocks is it, now not only am I just the drummer I am also a drummer who talks bollocks!” Harry took another step forward and Danny began to back away. Harry kept coming and Danny suddenly found himself backed up against the wall, Harry so close his breathing was skating across Danny’s freckle littered face. Harry took another step, his body pressing into Danny’s and Danny’s breathing hitched as he pleaded with his body that now was not the time for a certain involuntary reaction to occur.
An unpleasant smirk spread across Harry’s face, curling his lips and making his eyes sparkle maliciously. Danny felt his skin prickle with desire and the already stuffy room become unbearable. Danny kept his eyes cast down, determined not to meet Harry’s gaze as he knew once he did, he would be lost.
Harry forced a finger under Danny’s down turned chin and yanked it upwards, forcing Danny to look him in the eye. Harry saw to look of hunger coupled with the intense vulnerability dancing in Danny’s eyes and ran his tongue over his dry lips, desire flooding his system.
Danny whimpered with want then darted forwards crashing his lips against Harry’s in a bruising kiss. Harry shoved Danny back against the wall, lips never parting holding him against the plaster, his grip on Danny’s shoulders white knuckle tight, sure to leave marks for the morning. Danny moaned into the kiss and Harry smirked and began to grind his growing arousal down into Danny’s. Danny tired to buck his hips up desperate for more friction but Harry just chuckled and forced him back against the wall with his hips. Harry pulled away and Danny gasped for breath, panic, desire, arousal and fear building within his veins as he saw the look of pure masochism swirling in Harry’s deep blue eyes.
“I think you need to be punished for being an attention seeking whore, don’t you my little slut?” Danny couldn’t help but moan in compliance, nodding so his curls bounced. Harry smirked again and then moved his body away from Danny’s. Danny moaned in frustration at the loss of pressure on his groin but was cut off as Harry suddenly gripped his arm and flung him across the room. Danny skidded forcibly into the desk and grunted in pain as his hip stung at the impact.
“Oh that’s nothing; my little slut is going to get a proper punishment.” Harry grinned and Danny felt his jeans growing if possible tighter and he snaked his hand down his body, palming the noticeable bulge in his clothing.
“No touching!” Harry growled and Danny snapped his hand away as if he had been burnt. “Do not move” Harry instructed and Danny nodded, eyes fixed on Harry’s, unable to tear his gaze away, hypnotised by the man before him. Harry took slow steps towards him, reaching out and beginning to rub Danny’s chest through his thin shirt. Danny arched into his touch and Harry’s smirk returned as he pushed his hands slowly upwards under Danny’s jacket, easing the brown material off his shoulders and tossing it into the room.
Harry returned his hands to Danny’s chest, rubbing circles of ecstasy around Danny’s sensitive nipples, a strangled cry falling from Danny’s’ lips, his hands clenching desperately at his side as Harry grazed one of the pleasure hardened nubs.
Harry skimmed his hands down to the shirt buttons, fingers leaving warm prickles exploding over Danny’s skin.
“Now, you like all that attention, don’t you, you little whore, you love all those people staring at you, knowing who you are. That’s bad, isn’t it, my little slut, so you have to be punished, I’m going to teach you a lesson, show you how naughty being an attention seeking slut is. Understand?” Danny nodded, desire completely freezing his ability to speak, Harry’s husky words, whispered into his ear making his cock drool an incessant stream of precome.
Harry pushed the soft shirt material off Danny’s shoulder’s and the feeling of Harry’s barely there touches sent Danny’s mind into over drive. Harry trailed his calloused fingers lightly down Danny’s chest, slipping them beneath the waistband of his jeans momentarily then whipping them away again. Danny groaned and looked pleadingly at Harry who only laughed and shook his head.
“Slut has to wait for his pleasure, he must be punished first” Danny gulped as Harry unfastened his belt allowing his jeans to slip off his hips. Harry pushed them down his thighs achingly slowly, before sliding his hand back up Danny’s legs underneath his boxers, a wet patch already spreading from the tent in the chequered material. Harry eased his boxers after his jeans, the elastic waistband giving Danny a few moments of pleasure filled pressure before a smack to his calf told him to step out of his clothes and shoes.
Suddenly, Harry’s soft touches were gone as Harry gripped Danny’s arm tightly, red forming below his finger tips as he forced Danny towards the desk behind him. He spun Danny around and forced him to bend over the desk, arousal trapped between his body and the wood. Danny wiggled his ass desperately and Harry laughed.
“You can’t wait for it can you slut, even being punished get you all hot doesn’t it” Danny nodded desperately and moaned into the moist air around him. He strained his ears to pick up all the sounds of Harry moving, his breath catching in his throat as he heard the tell tale sound of a belt being unfastened. His heart began to pound in his chest, blood pumping in his ears as his cock hardened further, anticipation driving him wild.
Harry stepped over to the bent figure and lovingly stroked a hand over one of the perfect globes of flesh forming Danny’s buttocks. Danny shivered and pushed back against the caressing hand. Harry chuckled at his eagerness and planted a light tap on the perfect flesh.
“Time for your punishment slut” Harry’s voice cracked with arousal and Danny’s breathing deeper as he waited, expectation dancing in his veins.
Suddenly the leather of the belt snapped across Danny’s buttocks causing him to cry out, his fingers curling helplessly on the wood. Harry pulled his belt back again smirking at the long red welt decorating Danny’s pale flesh. He swung again harder, enjoying the prolonged cry of agony falling from Danny’s swollen lips as Danny continued to claw feebly at the desk top beneath him. He kicked Danny’s legs apart, his bum cheeks parting, allowing Harry to glimpse to sensitive inner folds. He pulled his lip between his teeth as he brought the belt soaring down through the air, the swipe sending a jolt of pain straight through Danny as it landed on the puckered skin between his cheeks. Harry brought the belt down again and again, his stripes becoming more erratic as Danny began to choke back sobs of pain, body shaking, his aching hard on the only sign of how much he was enjoying it.
Harry brought the belt down once more, the leather laving an impression across both unturned globes, the flesh reddened by the onslaught, heat radiating from the skin. Harry dropped the belt, smirk widening as Danny jumped at the sudden unexpected noise. Harry ran cool palms over Danny’s enflamed skin, Danny whimpering in pain and pleasure as he tried to rub his hard on against the rough wood of the desk.
“Slut enjoy that punishment?” Harry saw Danny hesitate, as if unsure whether or not to admit how much he had enjoyed Harry’s punishment. Eventually he nodded the action almost imperceptible against the heaving of his shoulder.
Harry grinned again and slid two of his fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva.
“Spread you ass slut” Danny whimpered quietly as he reached back with shaking hands, breath hitching as he came into contact with his burning flesh and pulled his ass cheeks further apart, completely submissive to Harry, desperate now for any kind of relief. Harry tickled the puckered skin of Danny’s opening with the tips of his fingers, chuckling as Danny pushed back against the digits, moaning trying to spur Harry on.
Suddenly Harry thrust two fingers passed the well abused sphincter, Danny’s moan half pain half pleasure as he felt the digits invade his tight passage. Harry flicked his wrist, his fingers grazing Danny’s prostate and he grinned manically as Danny jolted violently moaning wantonly. Harry pressed his fingers into the sweet spot, massaging Danny into a quivering mass of nerves.
“Please Harry…”
“Please Harry what you little whore?”
”Please fuck me Harry, I need you!” Danny mumbled his disappointment as Harry withdrew his fingers, his passage suddenly feeling empty. Harry quickly undid his jeans and pulled his aching hard on out of his juice soaked boxers. He smeared his pre come down his length his head falling backwards in a silent moan of ecstasy as he stroked himself to readiness.
Danny craned around, desperate for a glimpse of Harry, of the cock that was going to drive him into oblivion and couldn’t swallow the low moan that tumbled from his lips at the sight of Harry, pleasuring himself, almost ignorant of Danny’s burning need.
Harry’s head snapped upwards and he smirked dangerously at Danny as he lined himself up with the pres-stretched hole just begging for his cock, teasingly running the head over the pulsing opening. He gripped Danny’s hips with his free hand and waited driving Danny wild with anticipation.
Danny was about to moan again, anything to spur Harry on when, Harry thrust into Danny violently, balls deep with one movement, clipping Danny’s prostate as he went. Ignoring Danny’s cry of pain Harry began to pump in and out of Danny’s entrance, the pressure the clamping muscles were exerting on his hard on driving him into ecstasy. He withdrew to the head, watching as his swollen cock penetrated the red, burning ass beneath him, Danny’s moans drawing him ever closer to a conclusion.
Danny began to drive his ass backwards, aching to take Harry deeper, Danny’s breathing was little more than shallow pants as Harry hit his prostate with each increasingly erratic thrust. Danny reached around his body to grasp his own hard-on, pre come leaking all over the floor beneath him. He gasped in sweet agony as his sweat slicked palm closed around his arousal relief at finally being able to touch himself flooding through his veins quickly replaced by the sparkles of pleasure.
Harry felt the knot of oblivion tightening in his stomach as he thrust himself harder and faster into Danny’s abused behind.
“Harry… god… yes” Danny moaned in ecstasy, eyes clamped shut, pleasure swirling around his body and taking over every nerve in his system.
“Shut it slut” Harry barked his climax nearing as Danny clamped his muscles down on his hard cock again. Harry pumped into Danny’s ass one again, pushing Danny forward into the desk with his violence. The sudden pressure of the desk grazing his hard on finished Danny and white flashed before his eyes as he shot his load into his hand, his entire body on fire, shaking as the pleasure flooded through his veins.
Harry gasped at the sudden change in sensation and gripped onto Danny’s hips harder, knuckles turning white, one final thrust and he reached the edge of oblivion and tumbled off, a shout of pleasure mixing with Danny’s low moan as Harry hit his prostate again and again as he rode out his orgasm. The stimulation of his over-sensitive nerve bundle caused Danny’s limp cock to drool another load of cum onto the already ruined carpet.
Harry collapsed onto Danny’s back, breathing erratic and heavy as both men returned from their highs. The sting in Danny’s ass was now uncomfortable and he squirmed slightly to ask Harry to relieve some of the pressure. Sighing Harry pulled out and backed away, pulling Danny with him.
He dragged Danny upwards into his embrace, holding the heaving Boltoner to his chest, as Danny tried to recover. Once Harry was satisfied Danny could stand on his own he let go of him and tucked himself back into his jeans and straightened his shirt, whilst Danny went about gingerly reapplying his clothing. As Danny bent down to rescue his discarded boxers, Harry caught full sight of his enflamed ass and smirked to himself, knowing Danny wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a good few days, leaving him to squirm throughout the numerous interviews they had lined up. He certainly wouldn’t be forgetting this in a hurry.
Harry cleared his throat and Danny looked back at him curls sticking to his forehead, pupils dilated, skin flushed. Harry smirked.
“I have come to the conclusion I don’t mind you being a front man Danny.” Danny opened his mouth to object but Harry interrupted.
“I think I perform much better behind you anyway” Danny blushed and Harry slipped out of the dressing room, in search of Tom and Dougie, leaving Danny and his red cheeks in peace.