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was a moment of pain as his aim was slightly
off, but then Harry was encompassed in the tightest, hottest, most amazing
space he’d ever felt.
    “Christ,” he cried out, grabbing Daniel’s coat on either
side in his fists.
    Daniel wiggled around, pulling Harry in deeper, and Harry
saw stars. Daniel was panting roughly and he arched his back until his head
rested on Harry’s shoulder. “God, yes,” he hissed. “I needed that.”
    Daniel didn’t move for endless minutes, just stayed pressed
down on Harry like that, breathing deeply. It was a welcome respite for Harry,
who had very much feared he’d embarrass himself with a hair trigger. It was
only when Daniel finally sat up and leaned over and rested his hands on Harry’s
thighs that Harry noticed he was trembling.
    “You really did need it, didn’t you?” he asked quietly,
laying a hand on Daniel’s shoulder. “You weren’t just saying that. You meant
it.”
    “Yes,” Daniel admitted. He sounded almost angry. “I meant
it.”
    “Because of what happened earlier?”
    “Yes.”
    “Is it always like this?” Harry asked sympathetically.
    “Yes, dammit,” Daniel ground out. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
    Harry knew without asking it wasn’t sympathy that Daniel
wanted. He wanted to feel alive again. Harry had felt this way after his first
skirmish, but he hadn’t known what he needed then. He’d paced and lain awake
for nights on end, nervous and miserable and frantic all at once. And now he
knew that that was what Daniel felt right now and often, he surmised, based on
what little he knew of Daniel’s comings and goings in camp.
    “All right,” he said quietly. “I’ll give you what you need.”
     
    Daniel began to move, slowly at first, and both he and Harry
gasped—small, harsh breaths drawn in and released with a shaky moan on Harry’s
part. Daniel grinned into the night, squeezing tightly on Harry’s cock.
    “You’d best not do that too many times unless you’ve changed
your mind about being in a rush,” Harry said from behind him with a faint growl
in his voice that made Daniel shiver. Harry gripped his hips, yanking him down
hard, embedding his cock deeper, and it was Daniel who moaned this time.
    “You see?” Harry whispered, his lips against Daniel’s nape.
“I know what you need.”
    He began to direct Daniel’s movements. His hands were
holding onto Daniel’s hips so tightly that Daniel knew he’d have bruises in the
morning. The thought sent a rush of desire through him that was so potent he
felt dizzy with it. And Harry wasn’t gentle, not at all. He pushed and pulled
on Daniel, yanking him down roughly onto a cock that was big enough to make him
feel thoroughly used, and then he shoved him away, making Daniel almost cry out
at the loss.
    But it wasn’t enough. Daniel was panting and fucking
desperately and yet he knew it wasn’t enough to bring him the ultimate pleasure
he sought.
    As if he read Daniel’s mind, Harry wrapped an arm around
Daniel’s waist and then shoved him forward with a hand on the back of his head.
He fell over onto his hands and knees and Harry followed, rising to his knees
behind Daniel while trying to stay inside him. It was awkward and clumsy but
Daniel didn’t care. He contorted himself so as not to lose that connection
between them. He needed Harry’s cock to stay right where it was more than he
needed to breathe.
    When he was steady behind him, Harry unwrapped his arm from
Daniel’s waist and planted his fist on the ground directly to his left, just
within his peripheral vision. Daniel’s stomach dropped in anticipation. He
could sense Harry settling in and bracing himself. “Are you ready?” Harry
asked, his voice rough and reflecting the same desperate desire that had Daniel
trembling beneath him. “I’m going to give you what you need. Tell me if I’m too
rough.”
    “There is no such thing,” Daniel said a little recklessly.
“Not for me.” He went down on his elbows,