Like A Dream

Chapter 13

"Unngghhh! Y–Yess! Deeper!"

"Urghh! Y–You feel so t–tight ... so good ..."

"Fuck me! Harder, pleeeeeease!"

"I'm coming!"

Harry let a little, soft moan escape from his parted lips as he jacked himself off, eyes glazed over with lust as he watched the Dom fuck his submissive.

He knew what he was doing was wrong, yet he was still going with it. After the few orgasms he had experienced by his Doms' hands (or on the rare occasion, mouth), he was now learning just how pleasurable it felt to reach orgasm.

The volume on the video was quite low, even though he had earphones in. It was mainly because he was paranoid that his Doms would hear and barge in, and well, that wouldn't exactly be the best situation for his Doms to walk into.

Never masturbate or watch porn without permission , a voice pointed out, nudging his guilt and amplifying it.

"Just this once," he whispered to himself, moving his hand faster up and down as he became closer and closer to reaching climax. It was stupid, but he felt proud of himself for being so sneaky. His Doms wouldn't find out now, because he was going to finish in a matter of seconds, and—

His earbuds were suddenly tugged out of his ears, making him jump and look up with wide, frightened eyes. He certainly hadn't been expecting that. Part of him convinced himself in the split second he had to think that he accidentally pulled on the wire or something, but he knew that wasn't the case. He was in big trouble.

He came face to face with a positively fuming Niall, the Dom glaring daggers at Harry as he held the sub's earbuds in his palm firmly. The sub gulped, not even thinking to turn the video off — he was too mortified.

"What do we have here?" Niall asked mockingly, raising a threatening eyebrow. "Little Harry disobeying his Doms? I didn't know that was possible!" he said sarcastically.

Harry bit his lip, slowly and reluctantly removing his hand from his now softening cock. I was so close, he thought sadly, staring at his nearly limp cock in defeat. It seemed he could never do anything without his Doms finding out. "I'm–I'm sorry," he mumbled, avoiding Niall's gaze.

"No," Niall said and shook his head. "If you were so brave enough to masturbate behind your Dominants' backs, then you may finish doing so in front of us," he ordered sternly, grabbing Harry's hand and placing it back on top of his cock.

The sub spluttered, definitely not expecting that. His Doms were so confusing! They said that they didn't want him to masturbate without permission, but then they commanded him to do so afterwards! Where was the logic in that? The porn video taunted him in the background, the boy desperately wanting to shut it off, but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to.

"Niall," he whispered, voice hoarse. "I–I'm not ... I'm not close anymore."

Niall just raised an eyebrow. "I believe the more appropriate term would be 'Sir,' don't you agree?"

"Yes, Sir," Harry whimpered.

"Now, go on," Niall repeated, sitting down on his bed and just staring at him grimly. "Continue."

Biting back another protest, Harry slowly began to move his hand up and down again defeatedly.

"Faster." Niall's tone left no room for argument.

Reluctantly, Harry obeyed, moving faster. His softened cock began to rise again at the friction that was being applied to it. His breathing became faster and harsher, eyes fluttering. Trying to ignore Niall, who had not once taken his eyes off of him yet, he stared at the video that was still playing.