Harry hissed as his back came into contact with the door handle. The man… Jason, Harry recalled, slammed his mouth back onto Harry's, hands squeezing at Harry's arms painfully. The smaller of the two fumbled for the door behind him, only just managing to push it down and against the pressure of his back. The two fell loudly into the hotel room, missing the bed and landing hard on the floor. Harry cried out in pain again as Jason's short stubby nails dug into his thighs as his legs were lifted and his trousers pulled down., "H-Hold it a second!" his shoes, trousers, socks and pants were yanked off and a thick cock was pressed against his entrance, "WAIT!" the larger pulled back and looked at Harry through slit eyes, "You aint a virgin are you?!" Harry shoved the man back, crawling away on his elbows, "No, I'm not, and I don't really want to be maimed just for a shag!" Jack snorted in laughter, "What? You want me to be all roses and champagne?" Harry gave another shove in the chest when the brunette tried to pull him closer again. He snatched up his trousers and pulled them back on, straightened his shirt and stood. "Get yourself dressed and fuck off – got it?" Jason stared at him, "You're not serious are you?! I didn't pay for a flipping taxi just for a snog you know!"
"Well you certainly weren't paying for me!" Harry spat. The other glared but re-did his trousers none the less, "Don't expect a tip." He threw over his shoulder as he left. Harry groaned loudly and flopped onto the king-size bed. 'Dopey git!' he thought to himself, 'wouldn't have been that bad, nothing wrong with being a little rough!' another side of Harry's conscious stuck in 'a LITTLE rough?!' "Very rough then." He curled onto his side, tucking his knees under his chin and ignoring his hard cock. Harry ran his fingers over the red silk sheets, trying to imagine the feel of Bill's hair beneath the tips. Harry unfolded across the sheets and wriggled his back into them, shirt riding up inches. He sighed as the cold sheets stroked his skin; His cock ground into the back of his zip at the action. Harry grunted and pulled the leather down to his thighs, left hand still stirring through the sheets. Two fingers from his right hand trailed gently and slowly down his chest, swirling around his belly button and back up again to his mouth, he sucked them past his ruby lips, still bruised. The wet digits dragged down to a nipple and he rubbed them over the darker flesh, pinching the nubs sharply. Harry sucked in air to his lungs and moaned loudly as pleasure sparkled through to his brain. His hand dipped lower again, nails scratching through the coarse hair at the base of his cock; he teased himself gently, trying to picture Bill's face above his, smiling down at him as he took Harry's cock into his hand, squeezing it firmly and stroking up to the tip, another squeeze. Harry thrust his hips into that grip; Bill smiled down at his lover. Dark hair splayed out onto white sheets, breath leaving the red lips in short harsh puffs; the body underneath his arched up, stomach pressing into Bill's. Bill fisted the man's cock faster, seeing his lover's orgasm teetering on the edge through emerald eyes. A silent scream accompanied the hot, white fountain and already tight walls clamped around his cock buried deep inside the to skinny body, "Harry!" Bill cried as his own release was ripped from him. He collapsed with a hard grunt and buried his nose into brown locks, "… who's Harry?" he managed to make a guttural noise to show his confusion, "when you came… you called his name… not mine." Bill pushed away from the man beneath him and averted his eyes, "Bill?"
"I think I should go." Bill dressed quickly and left his lover to his tears.