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A loud, breathy moan escaped Danny's throat as he arched his back. A horny grin stretching along his face at the feeling of the stronger male behind him forcing him down to lean over the table. One of the strong hands trailed up his back and gripped tightly onto his hair, only adding to his desire. The other hand had a tight grip on his bare ass, nails digging into the flesh there, his jeans and boxers to the floor.
Another slutty moan forced its way out of his body as he felt the movement of the dick of the man behind him. Not in him, he was leaking so much already he felt like he'd explode if that was to happen. The hand on his hair left to stroke the older's cock, with every movement of the hand Danny felt the swollen head touch his rear. Every time giving him waves of lust, pushing him closer to the climax he needed. He was willing to beg for it if he had to, he just had to have his release.
"Ready?" The deep, powerful voice of the butterfly tattooed man behind him sent thrilling shivers through his body. A light, needy "yes" came from Danny as moved his ass back to feel the erect cock behind him again. He groaned out his lust as he felt the penis behind him push through his hole. The head teasing him more than he felt that he could handle. He panted loudly and bit his lip as his opening was further penetrated, slowly easing in half way. The other half was completed by a strong thrust that made Danny yell out in pleasure.
"Danny..." Danny's breath was ragged as he heard his name called out, but the voice wasn't the one that belonged to Johnny. The one he was being fucked by.
"Danny." The same voice repeated. It wasn't Johnny, but it was another member of the band.
"Danny!" Charlie clicked his fingers twice in front of the singer's face, distracting him and pulling him away from his daydream. "You there?" The rapper questioned again with an amused chuckle.
Danny looked around his new surroundings. His clothes completely covered him, but his underwear felt tight. He wasn't leaning over a desk in the studio the band was working in, with Johnny's cock slamming into him. No, that wasn't happening. He was confused for a small moment before recognising that he was working, his friends all waiting for his opinion on the music they were discussing.
"Uh, what?" He still felt confused and slightly dazed, uncomfortable with remaining lust from where his brain had wandered to.
"What do you think of this?" Jorel pointed down to the sheet of paper messily convered in notes to do with the song they were working on. He frowned as he stared at them, concentrating on what had been written. He really should have been paying attention, but sometimes his daydreams were often the most interesting thing he had going for him.
"I like that." He decided, now focused. If he kept working, the impure thoughts and the uncomfy tightness of his clothed lower region would fade. It usually did, and in this case he knew it would. Though, if he was at home, he would have dealt with it another way.
"Well, I say we take a break." Dylan stretched, his body tired from sitting in the same position for a while. His friends sat back and nodded in agreement, before wandering off to do their own things. Charlie was the only one to stay sitting next to Danny, while the rest chose to freshen up.
Danny let out a bored sigh, pulling out his phone. That daydream had felt so real...
"So, which one of us did you lose yourself to this time?" Charlie grinned. The singer rolled his eyes in response. The rapper next to him was the only one who knew about Danny's scandalous thoughts, and how he knew was more humiliating than Danny liked. He really had no other choice but to tell his friend that time. He never did since, but it never stopped Charlie from asking.
"None of your business." Danny grumbled. He wasn't grumpy, but he didn't feel like sharing his horny thoughts. Not when he was trying to get his cock to go back to being limp, he didn't want his feelings to last and bother him for much longer.
"It's alright, Danny. I won't tell." The rapper chuckled, pulling out his own phone to mess around on. "Just feel free to ask me for help, I'm available at mostly every time." A suggestive tone laced Charlie's voice as he gave the blonde a wink. Fuck. Charlie made it hard for him to calm down, and if the daydream had been about him, it would have been near impossible. Thank God it wasn't, he thought as he looked over to Johnny who had just made himself a new coffee and was enjoying a conversation with Jorel.
Danny always wondered though, was it only him that constantly got horny over his best friends? Or did the others feel this way at times too? He felt that he would never know.