Bonded

Chapter Five

*NSFW

The lights were off and a movie was playing on the laptop, but Harry couldn't say what the movie was, or even the genre. He was too wrapped up in his thoughts. They were all huddled together on their big poster bed. Harry was snuggled in-between Daniels legs, both men only wore their boxers and a t-shirt. Ollie was lounging in Isaacs arms under the covers. They only had their boxers left on, having had discarded their shirts to fool around while waiting for Daniel and Harry.

Harry wasn't ready for intimacy quite yet, because, as much as he tried to bottle everything down inside him, he was ashamed to say he couldn't. Everything he was feeling was brewing just behind his eyes, like a tsunami getting pushed back just to overwhelm him. He wasn't fighting it incredibly hard though, because Daniel said he could have what he needed. Well ..... Daniel said he could have what he wanted but it very much felt like a need, even if it shouldn't. He balled his fists in Daniels shirt, his lingering doubt on Daniels sincerity the only thing holding him back.

Daniel put his hand on Harry's head, bringing him even closer. "It's okay Harry ..... for tonight .....  it's okay," Daniel whispered to him while breathing in his scent.

That was all the confirmation he needed. The floodgates were released and silent tears stained Daniels shirt as Harry hid his face in his partners chest. He tried to be quiet as Daniel let him unload, not removing the hand on his head. Every once in a while Isaac and Ollie would rub his back to let him know they were there for him too, even if it was only for this moment.

Harry cried less and less quietly the more he unloaded. He wished he could always be this vulnerable and needy. He tried not to think of how he would have to pretend tomorrow, when he would have to force this unwanted, burdensome part of himself away.

It felt like it took forever for his tears to dry but it wasn't that long as he could still hear the movie playing somewhere in the room. He tried to calm his uneven breathing as Daniel rubbed calming circles on his back. As his breathing returned to a more regular rhythm he took notice of the situation in the room.

The movie was still playing but the laptop had been moved to the bedside table. Ollie and Isaac's clothes were strewn across the floor. Their naked bodies were not visible though as they rolled around under the sheets on the bed beside them. As Harry listened to their heavy breathing and sounds of them kissing he became aware of Daniel growing hard against him. He lifted his head up to look Daniel in the eyes. His crying session in Daniel's arms has released such a burden on his heart. Eye contact and sexual desire was much easier for him at the moment.

Daniel leaned over him and gripped the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head before tossing it onto the floor. Daniel stared at him with hungry eyes as he undressed himself next. Harry kicked his boxers onto the floor and moved further back on the bed. Daniel was always a bit rough after Harry was needy. Harry didn't mind the rough sex, he rather enjoyed it. What bothered him was the feeling that Daniel was only rough out of anger. As if he was getting revenge for Harry being dependent on him.

Daniel loomed over Harry as he grabbed both wrists and pinned them over his head on the bed. "Don't move," he commanded. Harry didn't reply but had no intention of not listening, always hoping that his obedience would be pleasing to his partners. Daniel started at Harry's ear and nipped his way down Harry's body, each bite getting progressively harder and harder. Harry was gripping the pillow his head laid on and actually yelped out at the last bite on his inner thigh. Daniel looked him over again and seeing that he was erect and ready, turned him into his stomach.

Harry was hard yes, but his heart was hollow. It felt good when Daniel was rough, dominating and all his attention was on him. It felt like another, secret need of Harry's was being fulfilled, one he could never actually ask for. It was why he always wanted to cry with Daniel, if he was emotional with Issac, Issac would be too drained after for any form of sex. Harry just wished Daniel mixed a little bit of love in there too.

Daniel grabbed his hips and jerked him up so that he was on his knees. He entered him angrily and dry, making Harry moan out in pain rather then pleasure.

Daniel pounded into him hard and fast causing a shiver of contentment to rip through his body. Daniel pushed down on his back, in-between his shoulder blades and didn't remove the pressure. Harry's moans instantly switched to ones of pleasure as his arched body caused his sweet spot to be hit, over and over again. Daniel kept up his fast paced tempo as he snaked his hand around Harry's hips, to grab onto his member. Each pounding into his backside was met with a quick tug of his member. He was slowly loosing his mind as his face was still being pressed into the mattress. He was close, so close to finishing. His worrisome, depressed thoughts a million miles behind him as his body continued to be overly stimulated. Harry's breathes were coming in short quick bursts, shorter and shorter with each intake.

He was only a few pumps and tugs away from finishing but suddenly, everything stopped. Harry's mind wasn't even aware that everything had stopped when Daniel lifted him up with an arm under his hips. He was pulled over to where Issac and Ollie were.

Ollie was on all fours, one hand lifted to play with himself. Issac was holding Ollie's face as he rammed his cock in and out of his mouth. Ollie looked half out of it, eyes watery with the smallest amount of drool running down his chin.

"Let's finish together," Daniel's whispered in a husky tone as he guided Harry's hands. One hand he placed on Ollie's dick, the other he placed on Harry's. He jerked both, hand over hand a few pumps before leaving Harry's side to line up behind Ollie. He entered Ollie as Ollie moaned around Isaac's dick. He used both hands to support himself as Harry jerked him off to the rhythm Daniel was setting.

By the time Harry came to enough to tell what was happening his own hard on was gone. His emotions still weren't back yet so he kept pretending while concentrating on rubbing Ollie.

Ollie shivered and moaned loudly, releasing into Harry's hand. Daniel and Issac were quick to follow, grunting out their own releases into Ollie.

Harry didn't want to be the one to ruin this moment so he took Ollie's cum from his one hand and, while everyone's eyes were shut in ecstasy he plopped some into his other hand then onto the tip of his very soft penis.

A few moments later the other three collapsed on the bed, still breathing deeply, while Harry stayed sitting on his knees.

Ollie was the first to speak, as he turned to look at Harry. "How was it Harry, did you finish?"

Harry still wasn't feeling fully yet but he knew he was going to feel contempt later at the sight of concern in Ollie's eyes. Not trusting his voice he just nodded, showing Ollie his hand as "evidence".

Ollie just nodded and smiled at him before climbing up the bed to lay on Isaac's chest.

Harry looked down at his hands and could feel the start of his self loathing return. "I think I need a shower," he whispered, looking at Daniel. He didn't want to be in the bed when he started hating his life again. He didn't want to give Daniel a reason to never be like that with him again.

Daniel nodded at him, ruffling up his hair, before moving up the bed where the other two were. He took Ollie off of Isaac and pulled him onto his own chest. Harry hoped off the bed and rushed into the hallway. He didn't want to use the adjoining bathroom that was in their room. He needed some space, he didn't need to see the three of them lying perfectly together without him.

He walked to the main washroom, shut the door and turned the water on. As he waited for the water to heat up he looked at himself in the mirror. He scowled at his stupid face, with his stupid curls on his stupidly short, stupid body. No wonder Daniel and Isaac prefered Ollie. His body was perfect for his type. He was helpful and kind. Capable of so much and supported, instead of drained his partners.

Harry sighed, turning away from the mirror. As his sight drifted around something caught his eye by the back of the counter. It was the knife Ollie had used to open his package earlier. Harry picked it up and turned it around in his hands. He studied the sharp edge of the blade, like he would be tested on how many ridges were there. An odd feeling started floating in his stomach. He should have left it on the counter to put back into the kitchen after his shower, but instead he quickly hid it in the back of a barely used drawer.

He didn't want to think about why he stared so hard at the knife before hiding it, so he didn't. He just got in the shower instead.