#danorge

The bottle of poppers, almost empty bottle of lube and bottles of tequila made a clear picture of the kind of night last night was.

Someone groaned beside him and he looked over to see Lewis looking around annoyedly. His hair was all askew, and the creases from the sheets pressed their own tattoos on his face. There was a persistent alarm going off, the thing that woke them both up apparently. 

“Fuck.” Lewis grumbled.

“Sorry.” A voice mumbled from the floor before the alarm ended, leaving an audible silence in the room. Charles looked around sheepishly, Daniel didn't want to know what time it was. Too early, that's all he knew. They couldn't possibly have been sleeping long.

“Fucking hell Charles.” Max complained from somewhere.

“I'm going back to sleep.” Lewis mumbled. “Whoever orders breakfast gets sucked off.” 

There was the sound of a scramble before Charles made a sound of success, a pillow hit the back of his head and he turned to see George pouting.

Max scoffed and stood slowly, his dick was hard in his fist, his chest was full of hickies that made Daniel proud. He pumped some lube in his free palm and fisted himself, slicking his cock with a grunt. Max walked over to the bed and pushed Daniel onto his side with his leg before climbing into the bed behind him.

Daniel grumbled at being jostled, Lewis made a noise of complaint but didn't wake again. 

“You said I could, when we woke up. That I’d be first.” Max whispered against Daniel's neck and slid his knee between Daniel's legs, hoisting one tattooed thigh over his own.

He pressed into Daniel's hole, still open and relaxed from their long and eventful night, and groaned softly when they molded together.

Daniel sighed at being full again, he had said that. Telling the kids the fuck around with each other because there was no way he’d be able to come again. Lewis had chuckled and made Daniel warm him while they watched Max, George and Charles get each other off for their viewing pleasure.

The orgy had been impromptu. So too was the meet up that led to it. The guys had all been flying over with Max when they realized that Daniel was in the UK the same time they’d be landing there. Pre birthday texts became dinner then clubbing. Daniel didn’t know whose idea it was or who started it all but one moment he was taking shots of tequila, then the next he was inhaling a scent he hadn’t smelled in a while. What followed was very lewd and before Daniel knew it they had all been stumbling into a hotel room. 

‘We just want to celebrate you.’ He remembered Charles slurring into his ear, moaning as George fucked him while Daniel watched. It had all been so hot, and he remembered feeling special and loved and completely fucked out. 

Daniel groaned when Max grinded his hips forward, bringing him back to the present. 

“You should fuck him properly, we’re already awake mate.” George commented just as Lewis turned over in the bed to watch them, giving up the pretense of going back to sleep. 

Max hauled Daniel onto his knees, pulling a moan out of him at the change of everything. 

“But don’t let him come. That was the plan, right?” Charles asked, looking around for confirmation.

Daniel whined a ‘come onnn’ into the sheets.

“That’s the plan.” Lewis confirmed with a smirk, running a hand through Daniel’s messy curls.

“Happy Birthday Daniel.” Max grunted, snapping his hips forward to punctuate each word. He came with a long groan, filling Daniel up then sagging forward. 

Daniel groaned, his dick was hard and heavy between his legs. “Please can I come?” He whined, feeling someone else settle behind him.