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[blissedoutphil]

What Dan Wants, Dan Gets

Dan posts one (1) horny tweet and it jolts me right out of my writer slumber lol. said I was gonna post this last week but then uhh.. saw people hating on other recent phan smut fics. just, don’t read and talk shit about it if you don’t like it yea it’s never nice to make fun of authors/artists js. but well, I don’t want this to die in my drafts so here goes nothing lol

3700 words of Top!Phil, bottom!dan, oc men, smut, tickles, cbt, edging, etc etc clearly 18+

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It was a simple request, really. 

And what Dan wants, Dan gets. Even if he had to persist, trying different ways and resorting to drastic measures. Phil would always give in eventually. Phil just needed more convincing sometimes.

Dan’s breath hitched, his hips lifting off the bed a tiny amount. Phil was definitely convinced now, alright. He couldn’t see, blinking behind his blindfold, but he could definitely feel Phil’s gaze. It was stronger than the actual touch of the hands ghosting along his torso.

He’s been getting wound up the past... he didn’t even know how long he’d been lying there. Mysterious hands sliding up and down his thighs, his chest. Tickling along his collarbones and making goosebumps rise on his arms. Hands that definitely weren’t Phil’s. He’s all too familiar with Phil’s touch by now.

He didn’t know what was coming next, how long left he still had to be bound to the bed, who the hands belonged to even. It was all exactly what he’d wanted, and more than he could’ve dreamed of.

He groaned and instinctively pulled against the rope keeping his wrists secured to the rail on their headboard, body trying to chase the touch that was leaving his crotch all too soon. His ankles were tied to a similar rail at their footboard, far apart to keep his legs spread wide.

He’d lost count, to be honest, of the number of hands that had been on him. Most were featherlight touches like the last one, but some were rough, pinching his nipples and tugging his balls.

To be fair, he hadn’t specified how he wanted to be touched, and he loved all of it all the same.

His cock hard against his stomach was mostly Phil’s doing. He hasn’t felt Phil’s hands on him at all, but Phil’s words were more than enough. They were more than any stranger touching him all they like. The way Phil calmly spoke out orders for the unknown men turned him on immensely. Whether to tickle him, caress him, or even smack his cock, all touches were made on Phil’s orders. And Dan trusted Phil more than enough to know that Phil wouldn’t let any of these men get carried away with him.

“Now pump him.”

Okay, Phil’s words got him hard, but those hands kept him hard. The man followed Phil’s instructions, wrapping his fingers around the base of Dan’s cock. He moved slow - an upward stroke, squeeze the head, then a slow downward stroke. Dan whined, and before he even started a third upward stroke, Phil had told him to stop.

Dan’s head fell back on his pillow, moaning in frustration. They were never enough. He was so desperate to come, but Phil always had his way even when fulfilling Dan’s wish.

One man had stroked him to the very brink of orgasm, which was the moment Phil decided to cruelly say stop. The one before him didn’t jerk him off, but he did have 3 fingers up in his ass, prodding at his prostate enough to make him leak with precum. But still not enough to actually come; Phil knew exactly when to interfere.

Dan knew that these were all actually different men and not like the same 2 with the ability to come over and over, not only from the different feel of their hands but because they all tasted different when finishing in his mouth. They didn’t have to, this was the only thing that wasn’t a command by Phil, but they could if they wanted to. And obviously everyone took the opportunity to.

The agreement between Dan and Phil was that Phil would bring in trusted men to touch him, but he couldn’t see or touch them. And Dan rolled with it at first, but now it frustrated him like hell that he couldn’t.

As slutty as it sounds, he so badly wanted to wrap his lips around all the men that gave him pleasure, or the lack thereof. But they were only allowed to come in his mouth, not get a blowjob from him. That was something Phil wanted to keep for himself, and some of the men made it known how jealous they were of Phil, to Phil’s delight.

He tasted the saltiness on his tongue, keeping his mouth open until the man above him properly finished before he swallowed. He was rather impressed by this man’s aim, most before him were too far gone by this point and he had a fair share of dried cum in his hair. Phil would clean with a washcloth any that landed on his face that he couldn’t reach with his tongue - the only times Phil had touched him this session.

Dan listened as the man’s heavy breathing slowed down, listened to his footsteps retreating towards the door and an exchange of murmurs with Phil before he was replaced with the next man. Dan took a breath, bracing himself for the pleasure-torture to start all over again.

Phil had let the last 2 men go gentle on him, so Dan had expected it when the first contact this new man did was to squeeze his balls in a death grip. He couldn’t hold back a yelp, which turned into a scream when the man started pulling his balls away from his dick as far as he could.

Phil had definitely been hesitant when Dan first suggested adding people into their sex life, but he knew from the glint of determination in Dan’s eyes that Dan was up for the challenge to convince him that they should try it. Phil had thought adding the bars to their new bed would be enough to spice up their bedroom activities, but Dan would never settle for less.

So Phil had expected Dan to carry out the same method that he always fell for before letting Dan get his way - being extra nice to him for a couple of weeks. So he almost dropped his phone when he saw Dan’s unexpected tweet. Only then did he realise that Dan was that desperate to try this out. He slowly warmed up to the idea, but who the hell could they trust enough to let into their bedroom?

Now, watching all their home builders come in one by one to appreciate ‘the boy’ - as they call Dan - they’ve been ogling for the past months, he thought how silly he was not to realise just how incredible Dan’s idea was sooner.

It was perfect - the idea came to Phil when the contractor told them that finally, finally, all the work in their new home was done. He’d give them all a little treat for handling 2 very nitpicky clients, and they wouldn’t see each other ever again so there wouldn’t be any awkward encounters in the future. He made a deal with the contractor, then actually waited a couple of months so Dan would've forgotten about them and wouldn’t guess that they were the men in their play.

Phil had been lazily stroking himself as he told the men what to do. He felt rather powerful, ordering around the big, muscled men like that. They’d been at it for about 2 hours already, with 8 men satisfied so far. He was impressed that Dan hadn’t indicated any signs that he wanted to stop. His cock was an angry red, being edged this long. He just had to endure 4 more, not that he knew how many Phil had invited.

This 9th man was told to go rough. And Phil needed Dan’s cock to calm down, he didn’t want Dan coming for anyone but him. So he commanded the man to spank Dan’s pitiful cock. Dan squirmed through it, groaning and pulling at his restraints as the man’s big calloused hand rained hits down on him. Phil had to squeeze the base of his own cock to stop himself from orgasm right there. And damn he’s happy these men got to see their work installing the rails on their bed was not for naught.

Phil enjoyed watching all the men as much as he enjoyed giving Dan what he wanted. It was such a sight for sore eyes - how all the toned, fit men were getting aroused by Dan. He could tell they all wanted to fuck Dan badly, even kiss him and taste him. But those pleasures were reserved only for Phil. And everyone in the room knows it.

He watched as this builder’s cock grew with every moan and groan coming through Dan’s spit slicked lips. Dan’s cock was finally getting flaccid enough for Phil to tell the man to stop the spanking. It twitched pathetically against Dan’s lower stomach, red from the abuse.

Dan could feel how warm the man’s hands were from the spanking as they slowly roamed up his chest. The hands exploring his body helped him relax from the pain he felt on his cock. Phil was being more ruthless with every new man, and he wondered if that meant it was ending soon. He didn’t want it to.

He bit his lip, moaning when the man pinched and pulled at his nipples. Then, nails were drawing red marks back down all the way to his crotch and he hissed at the sting. The man took hold of his cock again and began rubbing along his shaft. The friction was just on the edge of painful, what with his cock still sensitive from the spanking and the man’s hand being rough as it is. Still, it turned Dan on enough for it to get back to full hardness.

The man’s time was done too soon, sloppily coming over Dan’s face. He didn’t quite like the bitterness of this guy, but he swallowed all the same.

Phil wiped Dan’s face before letting the next man in.

“You’d like it if I let you stay like this for days, wouldn’t you?” he growled in Dan’s ear.

Dan whined as he nodded, “If you want me to.”

Dan had never felt this many hands on him ever, but it was leaving him craving for Phil’s touch the most. He wondered if Phil agreeing to his idea was him just giving Dan some sort of lesson to learn that nobody would ever be good enough, all he needed and truly wanted was Phil.

Phil was leaving his side all too soon, letting the next stranger in.

Dan could take a spanking, but he was certainly not prepared for what Phil made this guy do. He squealed when fingertips ghosted along his neck, shoulders hunching up to protect his sensitive neck. The fingers only went to his armpits and started fucking tickling him.

Dan squealed between shocked laughter, gasping for air as his arms squirmed wildly to try to protect himself. The fingers seemed to be expert at torturing him with tickles, and just when he thought he was going to run out of breath, they stopped. But Dan was only given a second of break before they were attacking his sides, and he was reduced to a thrashing mess on the bed.

Phil watched on in amusement, and the man was also grinning as he poked at the side of Dan’s ribs. Phil had ordered all the men to be silent and not say a word, in case Dan recognised their voices. He knew most of them would probably talk dirty to Dan if they could, and this man looked like he was trying so hard not to burst into laughter.

The man slowly moved lower, ignoring Dan shaking his head.

“No no no,” Dan murmured, knowing just where this was going, already trying his best to hide the soles of his feet.

But he didn’t use his safeword, so Phil allowed the man to run his fingertips on Dan’s feet. Dan yelped, legs going wild trying to run away from the tickles, but everyone knew they weren’t going anywhere with how secured they were tied to the rail.

“Please,” Dan begged, surprising Phil. He’d endured spankings and edgings and all sorts of touches from 9 men already, but this was the first time he’d been desperate enough to beg.

Dan’s chest was heaving from all the laughter by the time the man, and Phil, gave him some mercy. The man ran his finger down a vein on Dan’s shaft, and for the next minutes, continued touching Dan’s dick as light as he could. Precum squirted out when his finger circled around Dan’s slit, and the man actually chuckled, causing Dan to blush. In that moment, he was glad for the blindfold.

Somehow, the light touches were enough to get Dan feeling on edge again. Not surprising really, considering how long he’d been teased here. The man finished quickly before leaving, but not before running his knuckles tenderly down Dan’s cheek.

Dan could feel just from that, how the guy appreciated the time he got with Dan. He also wondered if Phil gave everyone a set amount of time. He couldn’t tell as some, especially the tougher ones like the spankings and this fucking tickling, felt longer than the other tender moments to him.

Even when Dan had no idea what Phil’s plan entailed, he could catch on quickly. The past two had been tough, so the next one was gentle again. He sighed in content as the new man explored every inch of his skin, making his hair stand with the ghost of his touches. It felt like he left no part of his body untouched.

He moaned when his balls were gently cradled, while the other hand softly wrapped around the tip of his cock. The man slowly began milking him, movements slick from his precum. He expertly flicked his wrist, making Dan writhe in pleasure.

Dan felt like he could come anytime soon, but he was sure it was not what Phil wanted at all. Plus, if he came now, would that mean the game would be over? He didn’t know if there were any more men waiting outside, but he certainly did not want to leave anyone out of the fun.

“C-close,” he warned, knowing Phil could probably tell his signs anyway.

“Not yet,” Phil told him, but he didn’t tell the man to stop.

Dan grit his teeth as the man continued his strokes. His toes curled when the man fondled his balls again. Man, he was an expert at this. Dan’s hips lifted off the bed involuntarily, trying to chase the man’s touch. He whined, concentrating so hard not to come.

Phil knows Dan’s body as much as Dan knew himself. The moment Dan’s thighs trembled, he ordered the man to stop. He watched as Dan slumped back into the bed, groaning. Dan was glad to be able to control himself, but his throbbing cock wasn’t happy about it. Phil’s own cock was impatient too, and Phil couldn’t wait until the last guy was finally done so he could have Dan all to himself.

The final man, the contractor, was told to do the same as the last one, except this guy also had to finger Dan. It was all preparation to make things easier for Phil, really.

Dan actually let out a sob when the man rubbed at his tip while pressing against his prostate. He knew this was going to end soon with how much Phil was pushing him. The man had 4 fingers in him, knuckles deep, opening him wide.

“Philll,” Dan drawled out, head turned to Phil’s general direction and bottom lip drawn into his mouth as the man pumped his fingers in and out.

The man’s other hand managed to find his way to Dan’s nipples, and Dan keened when he tweaked them, all the while curling and scissoring his fingers inside him.

The sight of Dan at the mercy of Phil, through a stranger, had been beyond amazing for the past couple of hours. But Phil was done sharing now.

When he decided that Dan was open and desperate enough for him, he ordered the contractor to stop. He watched with full-blown lust and some impatience as Dan swallowed the guy’s come.

The contractor nodded in appreciation at Phil on his way out. They’d all been told to leave the house when they were done. Phil didn’t need to show them out, they’d been here enough to know the way out anyway.

Phil stared hungrily at his partner on the bed who was wriggling restlessly from the hours of endless teasing.

Dan strained to hear the next man come in, squirming impatiently. He was so on edge, he didn’t know how long more he could last, if it would be as long as Phil intended him to.

The moment Phil heard the front door click close, he moved towards his boy.

“Phiii,” Dan whined, realising it was just the two of them.

Phil swiped a drop of come on Dan’s chin and stuck his finger into Dan’s mouth, feeling Dan moan and lick around it.

“Enjoyed whoring yourself out?” Phil asked as he stuck more fingers in, not allowing Dan to answer him verbally.

Dan moaned as he nodded. His cock jumped at Phil’s words.

“Think you had enough? Or does your slutty ass need a dozen more men?” Phil pressed two fingers down on Dan’s tongue.

Dan shook his head no, he craved nothing but Phil now. A dozen more men could never satisfy him the same way Phil could. If only he could speak his mind right now, he needed Phil to know.

“You wanted men to touch you, didn’t you? Maybe I could leave you here now and invite them all over again tomorrow,” Phil continued as he moved to straddle Dan’s chest.

Dan whimpered around Phil’s fingers. With his other hand, Phil removed Dan’s blindfold and he was greeted with blown pupils blinking up at him.

Dan swallowed when he finally regained his sight. Phil was staring down at him, and he wanted nothing more than to be able to touch Phil. Phil finally removed his fingers from his mouth and Dan wasted no time to let his thoughts out.

“Want only you, Phil. Nobody else’s good enough,” he spoke, voice hoarse.

“Remember that next time you want to be a slutty whore,” Phil aligned his cock above Dan’s head, “now lube me up.”

Dan craned his neck up to wrap his lips around Phil’s head. He suckled on Phil’s cock, taking in as much as he could from his tied up position.

“Though I have to admit, I enjoyed watching 12 men touch you,” Phil said, pushing deep into Dan’s mouth and continued speaking over Dan’s choked noises, “gotta give it to you, that was a good idea.”

“The way they looked at you, oh if only you knew,” Phil held Dan’s head still and thrusted into his warm mouth.

Dan moaned loudly. Phil’s words were enough to keep him desperate for release. He licked around Phil’s length, making sure to coat it with his saliva.

Phil pulled out reluctantly, not wanting to reach his own climax yet.

“They all would’ve done this if they could,” Phil smirked, “but you’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yours,” Dan croaked out, “wanna touch youuu.”

Phil obliged, quickly untying the ropes and releasing Dan’s wrists and ankles. Dan’s hands flew to touch Phil like his life depended on it. After all the mystery hands on every inch of his body, he was so desperate to reciprocate the touch. And to reciprocate it on Phil.

Phil giggled when Dan pulled him down until his body was flush against Dan’s, Dan’s hands roaming all over his back in a desperate, sweaty hug.

“Miss me huh,” Phil said as he pried himself out of Dan’s clingy hold.

“Yesss,” Dan admitted, finally letting Phil go, “nobody like you.”

Phil aligned his cock with Dan’s hole still wet with lube from the earlier men. He pushed in and they both moaned.

“Finally,” Phil groaned, pulling out and quickly thrusting in again.

Dan wrapped his legs around Phil’s waist, driving Phil deeper into him. He wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck, bringing Phil down for a kiss. He moaned into the kiss as Phil fucked into him with increasing pace.

They were both trying to last longer than they could possibly control, so desperate to come but not wanting it to end so soon. Phil broke the kiss to suck on Dan’s neck.

“You can have everyone touch you, but nobody’s getting this,” Phil breathed possessively.

Dan was grunting along to Phil’s thrusts, hands still roaming around Phil. His arms, his back, his shoulders. As much as he could reach. Phil’s skin felt so good under his fingertips. Sure he had fantasies of having men use him, but he had no desire to have anyone like this. He felt so fortunate to have Phil.

Phil knew Dan was close even before Dan warned him. He fucked Dan harder, hitting Dan’s prostate as he chased both of their highs. Dan’s throbbing cock was bobbing along with the strong thrusts, and Dan was keening under him, nails scratching down Phil’s back to match the faded lines on Dan’s body from one of the men.

Phil came first, groaning as he stilled and spilled deep into Dan. He leaned down to kiss Dan and Dan came as well, feeling himself get filled up with Phil’s come.

Dan broke the kiss, breathless as he calmed from his orgasm. He panted, unaware when Phil pulled out and moved to his side, until the clouds in his mind cleared for him to register Phil’s finger tracing tiny hearts on his chest.

He turned to face Phil. The man he’d loved for years and years, and somehow the love only keeps growing.

“Thanks,” he whispered, looking into the deep blue irises.

“Yeah maybe I should’ve listened to you the first time you asked,” Phil chuckled.

“So you promise next time I won’t have to resort to tweeting to the whole world?” Dan teased.

“Mm, what if that’s the only way I’ll say yes to your requests from now on?”

Dan hid his face in Phil’s shoulder to hide his blush.

“Phil!!”

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hope you liked it! and if not then don’t worry I’m going back to hiding for months again anyway (unless Dan gives me another prompt) :)

#phan smut #Phanfic #smut #phan #phansmut

[ntyr-bby]

Clothes on

Pairing: phan

Genre: smut

Summary: after what happened on Phil's house, he asks Dan to talk. One thing leads to another and he discovers Dan's neck is quite sensible

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Promp request: If your open to promts, I would really love it if you did one about the first time phil discovered dan's neck thing. I've seen it done before but I just really love your writing! Thank you!!

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words!! Sorry this took so long to write, I hope you enjoy!

part 1 here (read it before if you want some context)

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It's been a week since "the incident", as Dan calls it, the regret of it happening made an appearance about two days later when he had to take his chemistry exam and his mom told him not to worry and that the study-time with Phil would show up. With flushed cheeks Dan managed to get the best grade on his class, but also a semi erection.

Thank you, Lester.

On wednesday Louise, his best friend, mentioned how Phil hasn't been around much, meaning he didn't make insinuations towards Dan all week. Dan fakes a smile, not knowing how to respond to that and shocking himself at not being gratful for not having Phil and his inapropied comments around.

Is friday now and Phil is sitting in the table in front of Dan in the cafeteria. Well, Phil, his best friend PJ and a girl Dan has seen in a few clases but never learned her name. He is not rude, he just has a bad memory. The fact that she is sitting next to Phil has nothing to do about it, he swears.

Dan shakes his head and looks back at his food, Louise is busy taking her English exam and since they don't share that class, Dan is left to have lunch by himself. He looks up again at the same time the girl takes Phil's hand and pulls it into her lap. Phil goes with it, caressing her leg a little, just like last Saturday he did to Dan.

Stop. Dan tells himself, not wanting to go down that memory lane again and let alone in that moment.

When he focus his view one more time, he is meet with a pair of blue eyes looking back at him. Phil winks at him and Dan almost chokes on the fries he is eating. Obviously this doesn't go unnoticed by Phil, who smirks at him.

"Are you okay?" Phil mouths.

Dan rolls his eyes, turning away. But the older doesn't take that as an answer and walks towards Dan's table.

"Are you okay, Danny?"

"What do you care," Dan answers with an agressive tone than even surprises him.

"I do. Why are you so angry, though?"

Dan looks at Phil as he sits down, a look on his face that says "what are you doing?" but no words leave his mouth.

"Dan?"

"I'm not"

"You clearly are upsed" Phil points out. Is not like Dan's responses are the nicest towards him anyway, but he can tell something is up.

"Now you know me?"

"Is because of last week?" Dan looks at him with a mix of shock and shyness on his face. And that's enough for an answer. "Dan-"

"Don't" he cuts Phil off. But blue eyes look and him sternly.

"We have to talk. After school, I'll take you home."

Phil doesn't wait for an answer and Dan doesn't bother on even thinking on one. He knows Phil will wait for him either way and even if Dan tries to avoid him, they are neighbours so that wouldn't last long.

...

Just as expected, Phil is waiting for him on his car right in front of the school, Dan climbs in after telling Louise is something his parents make him do, so she doesn't ask more questions.

"I thought you wanted to talk," Dan says after they ride in silence for a few minutes.

"You're so angry today"

"You already pointed that out."

"And I made a question you didn't answer." Phil's actitud changes to a serious one, making Dan more nervious about the conversation.

"Why would I be angry about that?"

"You are. What I want to know is why."

"I don't know" he answers because he honestly doesn't know what makes him angry. He wasn't angry after it happened, in fact he felt pretty good but he is not telling that to Phil. He wasn't angry when the exam bonner happened, he was embarrassed. He wasn't angry when Phil wasn't paying attention to him anymore, he was sad.

Wait.

"Oh..." Dan let's out in realization.

"What?"

"N-nothing."

"Dan." Phil turns to look at him, only to see Dan is fidgeting with his sweater's sleeves to then focus on the road again. "Listen, I'm not gonna force you to talk to me, but if I did something that made you mad you need to let me know so I can apologize."

There's silence in the car once again until Phil parks in front of Dan's house and the younger one doesn't get out.

"I've never done that." Dan says, and as he noticed Phil is confuse, adds. "I mean, I've make out before, but you know... Never... Not like... What we did."

"Oh" now is Phil's turns to realizes things. "Dan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure yo-"

But he still doesn't get it.

"No, no." Dan cuts him off, again. "That's okay. You didn't pressure me into it... I enjoyed it..."

Phil can't help but smile a little at that confession.

"Don't get cocky" Dan demands when he sees him.

"Sorry. Why are you upset then?"

"You didn't..." he takes deep breath, "you stoped being around, you didn't say anything to me the whole week. And then," Dan stops himself not sure if he wants to keep telling Phil all about how he feels.

"And then?" Phil encouraged, he has turn around all he can in his seat to look at Dan properly.

"A-and then... In the cafeteria your hand was on her lap and I..."

"And you got jealous?" Phil is a bit surprise and chuckles, finding Dan adorable for acting all shy about it.

"Is not funny!"

"No, is cute"

"Phiiiiil!" Dan covers his face with his hands, feeling how warm it is from the embarrassment of the confessions he just made.

"Aw, baby. I'm sorry," Phil tries to moves his hands away. "Sorry for saying you are cute when you are the cutest"

Dan groans and uncovers his face to glare at Phil.

"Sorry for not talking to you, too." Phil continues, "I thought it was better to give you some space, I didn't know how you would react if I approached you,"

"And..." Dan urges him to go on.

"And I'm sorry I let Lenna put my hand on her lap."

Dan smiles at him, Phil words are genuine but his curiosity (and jealousy) gets the best of Dan and asks "why did you let her?"

"Because you were looking" Phil answers with a smirk and Dan kind of wants to punch him. But Phil is quicker than him and closes the space between them and in a matter of seconds their lips are barely touching.

"Wanted to see if you got jealous," he moves his mouth closer to Dan's ear, "Wanted to see your reaction so I'll know if you were interested in more"

"M-more?"

"Uh-uh" Phil kiss his neck softly, "In me. In us." he leaves another kiss, a bit more firm and it causes Dan to tremble. "Are you, baby?"

"We... We should go inside." Dan answers, finding the will power to move Phil away and open the car's door. Leaving Phil to chuckle victorously to himself.

Dan managed to open the door to his house and leads them into his room without Phil taking off his clothes until they are upstairs.

"This is my room" Dan says nervously, covering his shaky hands with his sweater sleeves once again.

"Is nice." Phil says, looking around in his way to sit on the bed. "C'mon here,"

Dan obeys and walks to stand in front of him. Phil holds his hands, "I know people think I'm an asshole and just fuck around but I'm not, Dan. I mean, yes, I've had sex with some people," this is not a surprise to the youngest and he appreciates Phil's honesty, "but if you don't want to do anything we don't have to. If you want to stop, you tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

Dan nods, looking at Phil's eyes to know he means it and then back to his hands that even when they are been hold by Phil, are still shaking.

Phil pulls him in, puts Dan's hands on his own shoulders and holds Dan by his waist until he gets the hint of what Phil is asking for. Dan straddles his neighbor and is pretty sure the guy can feels how his heart is beating so fast.

"Fuck, this is a nice view." Phil says, getting back Dan's attention. "You in my lap, all flushed. You look so damn good."

"P-phil..." the youngest wishpers

"Tell me what you want, baby boy"

"K-kiss me?"

They meet in the middle, Dan has to bend a little since in this position he is taller than Phil for once. The kiss is a bit messy at first, the tension of the whole week making its way into it but soon they find a rhythm, one that is soon follow by Phil's hips bucking up into Dan's ass.

"Hmmm" Dan moans against Phil lips at the actions.

"I missed those sounds" Phil breaks the kiss, letting Dan breath and his moans to not be muffle. If there is something he regrets about last week is the fact they have to keep quite and he couldn't hear them properly.

Phil takes a look at Dan's face, noticing how the pink on his face match the color of his sweater and how his lips open to let out a moan when Phil repeats the movement with his hips.

"So hot," Phil murmurs against his lips, kissing him firmly before kissing his jawn and making his way to Dan's neck, making him shiver when his lips touch a particular spot, the same way it happened in the car. Bringing one of his hands up, he tills Dan's head to the side, making room for himself, and testing a theory he kiss him there once again.

"Aaah" Dan moans particularly loud and his hips move against Phil's erection, causing the oldest to groan, his lips still on Dan's neck and causing pleasure once again.

"Oh god!" Dan is glad both his parents work until late and he has the house for himself all afternoon. He knew his neck was a sensible place for him, but didn't expected to have that reaction to Phil kissing him. Maybe is the contrast of Phil's soft, warm lips and the cold, hash feeling of the olderst' piercing against his neck at the same time. Or the movements that are just a reflection of how much experience he has compared to Dan.

Either way, it feels like nothing the has feel before.

One of his hands moves up to the back of the punk's head, but he doesn't know if he wants Phil to stop or continue, so for a second his fingers just play with the black hair. Phil takes all that as encouragement and sucks Dan's skin into his mouth, just hard enough to leave a mark, and gently so it stills feels good for the guy in his lap. Dan moans even harder in respond and tugs at Phil's hair.

Phil licks the spot after leting go, sutting the pain a bit and sending more shivers down Dan spine. "You're sensible there," he says all proud of himself. And keeps kissing to see if he can find another good spot.

Dan is overwhelmed, he is just sitting in Phil's lap moaning not even realising he is humping against Phil until the oldest holds him by the waist, stoping Dan's movements.

Dan groans, words are to much work for his horny brain and sounds are his only way of communication right now. Phil finds this funny aparently, he is chuckling against Dan's neck while he kisses and licks.

"I think you can cum just by this," he says refering to the actions with his lips, "you're so horny anyway, all I need to do is kiss here," he touch slightly with his thumb, "and suck here" this time he kisses, "and you could cum untouched. Should we try, baby?" he kiss again, Dan moans predictably and tries to move his hips unsuccessfully.

"Yes, yes. Please... I-I need t-"

Dan doesn't finished his sentence because Phil's lips are moving right after the first 'yes'. He sucks particularly hard, this time making sure it leaves a mark and Dan throws back his head screaming in pleasure as he hits his climax.

Phil holds him for a second, but can't help the movements of his own body as he sees the image in front of him. "F-fuck, Dan." he groans, doing his best to not just buck his hard on into Dan's ass right there and then.

Dan moans at the feeling, puching down into Phil. "You're hard" he says dumbly, still a bit out of breath.

"How can I not? You just came from a hickey sitting on my lap,"

"Ughh" Dan complains, embarrassed by what just happened, hidding his face against Phil's neck, who laughs lightly, only causing more friction against his own erection. He moans and Dan push down again.

"You wanna help me cum?"

"Uh-uh" Dan nods.

"Shit. You really are incredibly hot." he holds Dan by his hips once again, moving him in a rhythm Phil finds satisfying.

Dan holds against the leather jacket Phil is wearing while letting him have control of his body's movements as the older pleases for his own satisfaction. Groans leave the youngest throat as the movements become more rough, Phil stops moving Dan's hips and now is bucking into him while holding the chestnut in place. Is like he is fucking into him and that thought is just what Dan needs to let out another loud moan.

"You like that?" Phil asks satisfactorily, "You would love for me to fuck you, don't you? Oh god, I'll love to do it, baby." he rambles, himself moaning too at the thought of what that would feel like. The encounter of last week giving him a good idea of it, "I'll love for you to ride me," he admits, "Just like this but without clothes, nothing between us. Oh, that would be so fucking good. Tell me you wan it, babyboy."

"I-i want it." Dan answers as fast as he cans. And he knows he is not as experience as Phil in the matter, but seeing him so turn on gives Dan confidence to keep talking. "I want you to fuck me. Want to ride you. Want to feel your cock inside me, d-daddy."

Hearing Dan, the innocent soft boy, saying those things and calling him that is what helps him reach his orgasm.

"F-fuck," He bucks up particularly hard as he cums agains Dan's ass, imagining what it would actually feel to cum inside of him.

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the end

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Let me know if I should write part 3, I think I got and idea for it hehe

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Brat

Summary - Dan doesn’t know how to shut up and it pisses Phil off

Read on ao3 here - https://archiveofourown.org/works/25243930

“Why don't you just fucking shut up,” Phil gritted his teeth, Dan beneath him on the mattress, wide eyes like he was innocent. Except Phil knew better, and Phil knew Dan was anything but innocent.

“What do you mean, Phil?” Dan asked, feigning ignorance, his eyes sparkling. It would’ve worked if the smirk hidden behind his teeth stayed under wraps.

Phil sighed, clenching his eyes shut, his fingertips going white around Dan’s wrists, “I mean, the utter shit you talk constantly. Like, would it do you any harm to just shut up and listen for once?”

Dan raised his eyebrows, looking at Phil above him. He looked young, he looked pretty. He looked heartachingly devastating. Phil ground his teeth again, hoping it wouldn’t become a habit just because Dan couldn’t just pay attention, knowing it would be by the end of the night.

“I do shut up,” Dan said; Phil thought the act was getting old. “I’m quiet now, see?” Dan turned his head to the side, eyes tilting to look towards his ear, “See? I can’t hear anything, can you?”

Phil shook his head in astonished disbelief, “I can hear you being an absolute twat.”

“Excuse me, Phil,” Dan’s eyes were alight, his head resting back on the pillow, “That’s no way to talk to your boyfriend, is it?”

Phil snapped his fists away from Dan’s, sitting back on his thighs across Dan’s hips. “Yeah, and whining isn’t any way for you to talk to yours, is it?”

Dan grinned, something painful, full of enjoyment. “Yeah, ‘cos you’re not giving me anything-”

“And I need to give you everything you fucking ask for? Is that it?” Phil cut in, his tongue like razors through the air. Dan didn’t react, besides the tick behind his eyes that only widened his smile.

“You need to give me more than just a bit of a snog, Phil.”

Phil rolled his eyes, crawling forwards to hold his hands up either side of Dan’s head, resting fists into the pillow, creases around his wrists. “So, you whining utter shit like ‘do better’, ‘that’s not gonna get me off’, and ‘I could cum quicker on my own’, is really gonna help, is it?”

Dan narrowed his eyes, squirming under Phil’s weight. “I was being honest!” His tongue licked around his lips as he tilted his head towards Phil’s wrist. “And as we know, relationships centre around honesty, don’t they, Phil?”

“Fucking shut up, will you?” Phil snapped, his tone verging on desperate. He didn’t mean the heat, he just needed Dan to stop running his mouth. Dan wasn’t the one in control here, Phil was, and he couldn’t fucking stand Dan’s attitude.

It wasn’t like Phil knew Dan was only doing it, talking all this shit, just to wind him up. He was vitally aware. He knew it like the back of his hand. He knew it like routine. He knew it like getting into bed, kissing marks into his neck, listening to him moan violent words just to get Phil to snap.

He knew what Dan was doing. He knew what he was doing. And it burned hot through his veins, smoke twisting through his hair like tendrils.

“And what if I don’t?” Dan responded eventually, words twisting like tied cherry stems, like licks of ice cream in the heat, like drawn love hearts in coals. He said it with a curled tongue, winking eyes, and Phil felt something flush through his bones.

“I’m gonna have to make you, aren’t I?” Phil shook his head, a hand coming loose to tug at strands of Dan’s hair, tilting his head back with a snap. “You can’t keep running your mouth and expect me to just fucking sit back.”

“What are you doing now then, Phil?” Dan said, eyes printing pictures onto Phil’s skin. “‘Cos it looks like you’re just ‘fucking sat back’.”

Phil gritted his teeth, tensed muscles, and ticked jaws. “You’re just waiting for it, aren’t you?” He shook his head, his head wound like coils of vapour. “You’re just waiting for me to snap,” he said, as if he didn't already know the answer.

“No,” Dan grinned, lips curling, “I’m waiting for you to get me off, ‘cos you’ve not done a good job, have you, Phil?”

Phil felt red sparks curl through his fingertips, nerve-endings spike through his brain. It was hazy, but everything felt so clear. He felt Dan’s squirming body under the weight of his thighs, he felt the rush in his breath against his neck, leaned over him. And he felt the way his chest pulsed when Phil’s hands roughly glided down his shoulders.

“It’s not like you deserve it, is it?” Phil said, taking a different route. “It’s not like you’ve done anything to make me want to get you off.”

“Oh, come on, Phil.” Dan batted his eyelashes, looking up all angelic. “I’ve been so good, you’re the one who’s not done anything here, isn’t that it?”

Phil clenched his fists, his jaw like iron bars under his flesh. “No, that’s not it, and you know that as well as I do.” Phil tested it, raising his eyebrows, waiting for the protest, but all he found was glittering pupils, awaited smirks - a look anticipating Phil’s next move.

Dan didn’t say anything while Phil adjusted his position, grabbing both of Dan’s wrists in one of his own, held above his head, stapled to the headboard. “You’ve not done anything to deserve it, have you?” Phil asked rhetorically.

Dan didn’t answer and Phil felt gold glimmers in the air. He continued slowly, each word corresponding a sharp move of limbs. “So, you’re gonna watch while I get off,” he said, his spare hand loosening his boxers under his cock, throbbing under accidental touches.

“That’s not fair, Phil.” Dan pouted, although Phil saw straight through it. He saw it all in the way he felt Dan’s cock under his legs, trapped between their bodies. He saw it in the way he squirmed under his gaze, the way his hands went limp under his own. He saw it in the number of times this had happened. Each one varying, each one the same.

“And you think you not listening, running your mouth, never shutting up - you think that was fair?” Phil raised his eyebrows, jutting his jaw out to the side. He waited for a response, but he got nothing. “Keep your hands there,” He mumbled, stern enough for Dan to listen. It made sparks shoot through Phil’s limbs, firework crackers having gone off too soon.

Phil wound his way to straddling Dan’s stomach, his dick bouncing across his skin as he adjusted his position. He let himself wait, smirking when he felt Dan’s own cock digging into him from behind. He steadied himself with his legs, holding himself still, before he looked at Dan’s open face.

“I’m gonna shut you up, stop you ruining it when I cum with all that shit you talk,” Phil held steady, eyes tilted down across Dan’s features, rising redness to his cheeks burning in the lamp-lit room. “Is that alright?” He confirmed, as always, waiting for Dan’s response before he continued.

Dan eagerly shook his head, yes, opening his mouth as the words stumbled, “Yeah,” he said softly, nodding again before he gained back his attitude. “But I’ve done nothing wrong-”

Phil rolled his eyes, confidence running freely with Dan’s broken act, regained demeanour, with soft words spoken as consent. He felt power through his wrists as he held the side of Dan’s jaw steady with sharp fingertips.

“Open your mouth, then.” Phil paused, waiting for Dan’s jaw to loosen, for his mouth to fall open, for his tongue to lie low in his lips. He trailed his fingers across his cheek, softness disguised in harsh words, in trusted promises, in riling and breaking.

“Do I not get any attention?” Dan whined, dropping his jaw again under Phil’s burning eyes. “Come on, you’ve not done anything and you’re the one getting off.”

Phil ground his teeth again, Dan getting under his skin like crowbars and screwdrivers, metal, and tools. He let a tick of time pass, before easing his fingers past Dan’s lips, two locked together as he pressed them against Dan’s tongue.

“I’ll consider it if you shut up,” Phil snapped, waiting while Dan moaned, vibrations around his knuckles like rushes of adrenaline. “While I get off, you’re gonna be good, aren’t you?” Phil asked, words taunting with his fingers in Dan’s mouth - a question without an answer.

Phil steadied his hips, feeling Dan’s lips close around his digits. He raised his eyebrows, daring Dan to step out of line, to do something to raise the tension. He didn’t, and Phil sighed. He let his spare hand twist down Dan’s chest, twisting between the concaves before winding around the base of his cock.

He curled his fingers tightly around his shaft, pulsing veins under his fingertips. Phil sighed shakily, Dan’s wide eyes watching him from underneath. He started to twist his wrist, slowly tugging himself off. He thumbed at the tip, putting on a show - or something closer to showing off.

Dan twisted his tongue around Phil’s fingers; Phil didn’t expect it, jerking his hips forward into his fist. Dan moaned, raising his eyebrows, and drawing his mouth open around his knuckles. He sucked heavily, leaning up with his neck to take them further down his throat at the response Phil made.

Phil regained his rhythm gradually, heavy breathing in the quiet, the peace. The room without Dan’s words spat into the atmosphere. His fingers twisted heavy around his cock, the weight in his palm grounding him under the tug of Dan’s mouth around his fingers.

It was purposeful, trying to throw him off, trying to make him forget the whole purpose. Phil resisted a smirk, knowing better. He watched Dan work his fingers over like they were his cock. Phil felt his chest pound watching him, jacking himself off over his chest. The silence was deafening, and Phil could finally breathe again.

“Fucking nice, isn’t it?” Phil gritted out, “When you’ve finally stopped.” He sighed deliberately, his hips jerking when he thumbed the head of his cock. “When I’ve finally shut you up.”

Dan moaned, his fingers twisting across his tongue. Phil felt the vibrations again, moans filling the air. He gripped his cock tighter, feeling his pulse rising, white hot pulses twisting through his stomach. It distracted him enough for Dan to pull back, Phil’s fingers rested against his chin as he panted thickly.

“I could get you off better,” Dan groaned, breath fiery against Phil’s wet fingers. “You know I could, Phil. You know the only reason you’re getting yourself off instead of me doing it for you is ‘cos you don’t want to be put to shame-”

“I thought I told you to shut up?” Phil cut in, his cock dribbling across Dan’s chest, wet with precum. He jerked himself off, rising on his hips as he dragged his fingers back across Dan’s jaw, tugging his mouth open to lay between his lips again. “I thought you promised you’d be good?”

Phil tilted his jaw, waiting for the inevitable response, but it didn’t come. His fingers lay heavy across his tongue. He sighed, thinking it was only a matter of time. He moaned low in his throat, focusing on the tight pressure around his cock, the suction of Dan’s mouth around his fingers. He drew himself broad, devastating touches on top of Dan’s body.

Dan's chest was bare, his shirt long forgotten, and his boxers slung low on his hips, close to being tugged off before he crossed the line of no return. Phil sighed, stifling a chuckle as heat dragged across Dan’s skin, brushes of his thighs, of his cock - skin. He twisted fingers around his dick, his thumb gently pulsing against his slit, moans tugged from his throat as he crimped his wrist again.

Dan bobbed his head back, tugging away against the pillow, leaving Phil’s fingers consumed in the air again. Phil went to open his mouth, protest, argue - fight for his control, but Dan got there first.

“You have really small fingers, you know,” Dan smirked; Phil narrowed his eyes, awaiting the following words, “Barely fill me up when you finger me - it’s like you’re a ghost… may as well not do it at all.”

“What happened to you shutting up?” Phil mumbled, his wrist slowing down against himself, although breathy sighs still left his lips. “Do you not want to get off?”

Dan’s eyes were bright, sunsets and skylights, “I was just making a point,” he said, drawing a single digit back between his lips, licking it before he spoke again. “Your fingers are so small, it’s noticeable when they’re in my mouth and I’m taking you all the way down without gagging. No wonder you don’t give me what I need.”

“Fucking shut up, will you?” Phil said, repeated words that tied the pair together. Phil ground his teeth, thinking this a battle of cat and mouse, losing control and gaining it. “Or actually, if my fingers aren’t good enough for you, how about you suck me off, that’ll fucking shut you up, won’t it?”

“Your dick isn't any better,” Dan raised his eyebrows, waiting, careful. “Can barely even feel it when you fuck me… almost like there’s no point. Maybe I was right earlier, maybe I would get off better on my own.”

“Open your mouth,” Phil said, deep in his throat, leaving no room for argument. Dan didn’t say anything back, he just dropped his jaw, eyes alive as he waited for Phil to shuffle up the bed, his hands still drawn tight together against the headboard with invisible boundaries trusted.

“But Phil,” Dan said, no purpose to his words. Phil waited for a continuation, only for Dan to grin and open his mouth again. It was all show, all words with no meaning, all words to rile him, to dive under his skin, leave lit matches buried underground. It was all Dan getting him worked up, it was all words and actions with everything hidden under the surface.

Phil sighed, his cock brushing across Dan’s jaw as he held himself poised, “But what, Dan?” He smirked, “I think someone needs to be taught they can’t just run their mouth, ‘cos you’re not fucking getting it.”

Dan moaned, flickers of arousal crossing his vision as his face went slack. He held his tongue flat as Phil brushed the tip of his cock between his lips, teasing but confirming. He was rough but he wasn’t painful. He never would be - there were lines drawn, even in their game of push and pull.

“You’re gonna be good this time, aren’t you?” Phil said, feeling Dan squirm underneath him. Phil was waiting for Dan to adjust to the sensation, but Dan eagerly held his head up, trying to suck Phil further into his throat.

He was greedy for it, his tongue twisting around his head, around his slit, before he sucked him deeper. Phil choked a moan as he grabbed onto the headboard with his spare hands, fingertips tight like he was denting the wood. Dan sucked like this was what he wanted all along; Phil wouldn’t be surprised if it was, but he didn’t care, not if Dan was quiet, he was hard, and Phil’s cock was between Dan’s lips.

“You’re finally getting it now?” Phil asked like a question, his hand holding Dan’s jaw as he pushed in slowly. Dan sputtered softly; Phil waited for him to settle before he pulled out again. He built up a slow pace, Dan’s jaw dropped and his mouth open for him to fuck.

Spit spiralled down his chin, soaking Phil’s cock with the heat. It was desperate and Phil’s nails were digging into the headboard, his hips careful to push into Dan’s mouth. Everything was warm, the heat rising as he sucked him down heavily.

“I’m close, yeah?” Phil mumbled, careful to pull back while Dan moaned in response. The waves hummed around his skin, pulses through veins, blood rushing through arteries. It was like Dan had hit every one of his buttons, pushing him forward, winding them both up. It was claws and desperation, and it was push and pull - cat and mouse.

Dan squirmed, moaning again around Phil’s cock, heavy vibrations along his tongue against his shaft. It was tight wet heat, like something hazy mixed in with liquor, like blackouts and volcanoes. But in actuality, it was Dan lying underneath him, trusting him while he thrust into his mouth, jolted hips, and heavy breaths. Dan held his hands steady against the headboard, clasped together for no other reason other than Phil asking him to.

It was devastating, and it was heavenly, and Phil didn’t think he’d ever get used to it, to him. Phil pushed in, feeling the brush of Dan’s tongue against his head, and groaned desperately. His body felt like he was snapping, like this was his real breaking point, like everything before was an act.

He moaned, whining high in his mouth, coming down Dan’s throat as he stared up at him with eager wide eyes, roughened edges with softened features that made Phil’s head spin. Dan sucked him down until he was dry, until Phil was easing back, his fingers curling around Dan’s jaw to pull him away.

“So, you can be good, after all?” Phil panted, remnants of sparks jolting through his body while the air was still thick with tension, with harsh breaths and snapped breaths. Phil sat back and felt Dan’s cock against his hip, pressing up hard as he fidgeted slowly against the sheets.

“If I’ve been so good, will you get me off?” Dan fluttered his eyes, the innocence an act, but one that left Phil reeling, nevertheless. “‘Cos I’ve been so good, haven’t I, Phil?”

“Yeah,” Phil mumbled, looking up to watch Dan’s expression twist, a smile crossing his own features as he watched Dan’s eyes glaze over. “You’ve spat all your words out, haven’t got any left now, have you? Or maybe I’ve just managed to shut you up eventually.”

“Get me off,” Dan groaned, his hips wiggling under Phil’s thighs. “Please, Phil-”

“I thought my fingers were small, and my dick couldn’t satisfy you?” Phil teased, words light dancing through the air. “If I can’t make you cum like you said I couldn’t earlier, what’s the point?”

Dan whined, his head thrown back across the pillows, “I’ve been good now, I was just winding you up, Phil - please… I’ve been good.”

“Yeah,” Phil said again, shuffling down Dan’s legs to settle between his hips, Dan’s legs spread either side. “You’ve finally shut your mouth, proved you can actually be good.” Phil faked a laugh, “Didn’t think you could be, after all the shit you talked.”

“Please,” Dan said again, “I can - I am.” He unlocked his legs further, his fingers twitching where they rested against the headboard, slouched against the pillow now.

“Mm,” Phil nodded, raising his eyebrows “Stay still, yeah?” He confirmed, waiting for the nod before tugging off Dan’s boxers, leaving him bare, lying flat out, sprawled across the white sheets. “I’m gonna get you off.”

“Please,” Dan repeated like it was the only word he knew. Phil snorted, thinking it funny after so much whining, so much shit, now he could barely string together a sentence.

He trailed his fingers around his hips, tracing the shape his bones with rough curves. Dan whined; Phil smiled. It was all in the name of teasing. He palmed down his thighs, one hand holding him steady against the mattress, the other curling around Dan’s cock, tightening his fist to slowly start to stroke him off.

“Come on… faster,” Dan groaned, his head shaking across the pillow. Phil deliberately slowed down, drawing smiles out of the noises spilt from his throat.

“I thought I said you were good?” Phil said, “Don’t ruin it now, huh?”

“I don’t need much,” Dan said, his voice thick and brushed raw from sucking him off, from holding his fingers in his mouth, from talking himself stupid. “I’m close already.”

“Are you?” Phil smirked, his wrist twisting, tugging Dan off the way he liked it, building slowly, careful strokes, gentle presses against his head. He jerked him off while he panted breathily into the air, smoke swirling as he squirmed.

Dan mumbled something in the back of his throat, but Phil couldn’t catch it the first time over the broken moan spilling through his lips. “Yeah,” Dan said louder, “Really fucking close.”

“Mm,” Phil hummed, tightening his fingers, holding down Dan’s hips with his spare hand, stopping him bucking up. He tugged him fast, heavy fingers, sturdy wrist. Whining moans filling the air. It was desperation in the air and fire through veins.

Phil smiled as he felt Dan twitching under his fingers. Dan’s cock pulsing between under his palm. He was coming before Phil could adjust his grip, white-hot sparks in the air and covering his palm. He palmed him through it, carefully slowing down while Dan squirmed, gentle whines through oversensitivity.

“When you said you were close,” Phil huffed a laugh, “You really meant it, huh?”

“Yeah,” Dan moaned, “I do talk some truth, y’know.”

“That’s questionable,” Phil shook his head, rolling his eyes as he leant over Dan’s body to grab at some tissues. “You alright though?”

“Yeah,” Dan nodded again, lying steady while Phil wiped the spit from Dan’s chin and the trails of cum from his hips. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” Phil sighed, feeling deep sated through his chest, into his stomach. He collapsed against Dan’s side, laughing lowly when Dan didn’t move, “You can move your hands now, y’know, and the rest of you, really.”

“Oh,” Dan said, as if he didn’t realise, he was. Phil just shook his head, raising his eyebrows. “Thanks,” Dan mumbled, smiling as he stretched out before curling onto his side.

“Mm,” Phil said, lying next to him gently, like everything between them was softness and warmth, even though it was evident of the roughness torn between their muscles. But Phil didn’t think he wanted it any other way,

Dan wound him up, spinning him tight like coiled springs ready to explode, like he was filling him with gunpowder and it was coursing through his veins, like he wanted him to snap, and he wasn’t afraid of how.

Phil sighed: Dan’s words and Phil’s actions. It was drastic and desperate, ripped up with naked arms and curls between the cracks, between the harsh severity that soaked up the moonlight.

“Oh,” Dan mumbled, eyes half-shut, “I didn’t mean it… bout what I said. You do satisfy me... your fingers are nice ‘nd all.”

Phil snorted, fingers tracing over Dan’s waist, pressing between muscle as he trailed around his skin, “Yeah, I know.”

“Good,” Dan huffed a laugh, his breath blowing across Phil’s cheek.

“You don’t need to shut up either,” Phil mumbled, his body feeling tired, slowing down as the night started to take over, as the passion started to fade, and the softness reigned again. “Not all the time, at least.”

“Yeah,” Dan snorted, “Kind of you to say, thanks.” Dan sighed, breath warm as he leaned in, kissing Phil languidly, as if they had the whole night under their belt.

“Yeah, you’re welcome,” Phil laughed, shaking his head, and kissing him back. His fingers gentle across his cheek, his legs intertwined with Dan’s, their bodies pressed together in sweat and heat.

“Love you,” Dan mumbled, voice croaking under the weight of sleep.

Phil smiled, “Yeah, love you too.” He kissed him slowly on his lips, twirling their tongues together, tasting himself across Dan’s lips, but he didn’t care, not when he had Dan like this. Although he supposed it was more than just that moment, because in between the lazy tongues soothing violent breaths, it was trust, power - meaning.

It was Dan by his side, breath against his shoulder, tucked on one side of a double mattress. It was Dan falling asleep, trusting him in and out of consciousness. It was Dan never shutting up, even if he wanted him to, allowing him to speak those words, eight letters, three words. It was Dan giving Phil the energy and making it real.

So, he supposed it was more than that moment, and every moment before, every misspoken truth in the night, every rip of skin, every shortened breath. It was more than that because it was everything that came with it. It was loving him, and Phil supposed, that was unconditional.

"Love you," Phil said again, as if he had to say the words individually for them to count, instead of a response. But Dan was already asleep, his hair tucked around his face, his hands curled between their chests, and something stupid like a whole world sprawled across the mattress.

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Unexpected Sub Drop

Summary: Martyn and Cornelia are staying over at their house tonight to hang out and catch up with them. They played various board games and watched several movies. It has been an enjoyable night but when they called it a day, Dan obviously had other plans. When they were doing the do, Phil experiences something he hasn't experienced before and panics. Dan takes care of Phil and fluff ensues.

Warning/s: dom/sub undertones, smuttt, 

Word Count: 2093

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"Shhhh... Keep quiet Phil. You wouldn't want your brother to hear you moaning my name, right?" Dan whispered hoarsely against Phil's ear. He could feel Dan's hot breath tickling a spot between his neck and ears which sent delicious shivers down his spine. 

 Well, that's easier said than done. It's not like it's my fault that I am like this! Phil thought.  

 He couldn't answer Dan coherently if he tried talking because then, the voices he's restraining would come out. He manages a small yes and bites his lip to avoid making unnecessary noises.    

 *a while ago    

 Martyn and Cornelia are staying over at their house tonight to hang out and catch up with them. They played various board games and watched several movies. It has been an enjoyable night but when they called it a day, Dan obviously had other plans. As Martyn and Cornelia retire to the guest bedroom, Dan follows Phil to his bedroom; and as soon as they both entered the room, Dan closes and locks the door whilst pushing Phil to the bed.    

 "Dan, what are you doing-?!" Phil gasped when Dan climbs on the bed and kisses him fervently. It was not a kiss that was slow and relaxing, it was the exact opposite. It was the type of kiss they like when they're pent up and   couldn't wait for an alone time again because of their busy schedules; but they were alone right now and Phil wonders why Dan is being rough and gives bruising kisses.    

 "I can't get my hands on you like usual and it's very frustrating, it's your fault for being so attractive." Dan mutters, kissing from Phil's neck to his jaw and down to his neck. He feels big calloused hands go underneath his long-sleeved shirt, caressing his slim waist, soon lingering on his bum which is covered only by his pajamas.   

 Phil was about to make a remark about what Dan said but before he could do so, Dan's other hand tweaks his nipple while the other hand gropes his ass. He has very sensitive nipples and doing that including the other ministrations Dan did made him instantly hard and he subconsciously let out a high-pitched moan, which is unlike his normal baritone voice.   

 "As much as I love the sounds you make, we have to remember that we have guests tonight." Dan whispers, turning Phil over on his stomach. He removes Phil's pajama bottoms and lifts Phil slightly so that he's on all fours. He cups Phil's chin from behind and moves his neck to a side, giving him more access to kiss the smooth, pale neck of his boyfriend. When Dan pressed his chest to Phil's back, he felt Dan's hard-on too. Phil blushes when he feels how hard Dan is and wonders how long he has been this hard.  

 "Why is your sex drive still like a teenager's, I swear you're always horny!" Phil says in a hushed tone, trying to make it seem that he doesn't like what Dan's doing but his breathy voice betrays him completely.  

 Dan sees Phil's neck and ears turn red and chuckles, he gropes Phil’s cock, moving his hands up and down tantalizingly. Making sure to play with the head and tighten his hold, teasing him. 

 "You say that, but you're hard as fuck in just a few minutes." Phil wanted to moan, he wasn't used to holding back his voice; instead, he bites the duvet on his bed which efficiently prevented his noises from slipping.   

 "It's been a while so I have to prep you," Dan says as he grabs the lube from Phil's bedside drawer.    

 "Uhmm, it's fine Dan. I may or may not have used a vibrator earlier so... uhm" If it was possible, Phil's cheeks turned a darker shade of red from embarrassment. He knows that Dan's going to tease him about it and he knows that it would last a long time before Dan lets it go.   

 "I guess you don't need me then, seeing that the vibrator is more appealing than your boyfriend." Dan said smirking as he poured a generous amount of lube on his hands and lubed up his dick, not bothering with a condom. 

 "Shut up... I w-want you. So hurry up and do it already!" Phil says and looks behind him to look Dan in the eyes with a pleading look.

 Dan feels like he might cum right about now if he continued stroking his dick when he saw how Phil looked.

 His eyes are almost completely black, lips red and swollen by having been roughly kissed, and the hard blush on his cheeks looked erotic, the contrast between the paleness of his skin and the bright red creating a lovely image of Phil that Dan wouldn't want anyone to see.

 "Seeing that you're so lost already, I suppose I have to help you." Dan says, like he was the one who is doing Phil a favor when in reality, he wouldn't know what to do if Phil didn’t comply right now; he'd probably get mad due to sexual frustration.    

 He put lube on his fingers and slowly put in two at once, it is soft and loose. He fingers Phil as he stroked his dick and when he felt Phil push himself on his fingers he aligned himself up and entered Phil slowly, relishing in Phil's still tight heat; pushing until he bottomed out. He was a huge and tall man and his member was obviously more than average so it took quite a while for him to bottom out.     

 Phil feels like he was on fire, he and Dan has done this a lot of times before and he wasn't sure why he's feeling it more than usual today when he had gotten himself off in the morning. He thinks that maybe it's because his brother and his brother's girlfriend was on the room next to them and the risk of being heard by his brother was giving him mixed feelings.   

 Dan started slowly but eventually getting into a rough pace, hitting something inside of Phil that made him forget that they have guests and let out a cry of imminent pleasure.    

 "Shhhh... Keep quiet Phil. You wouldn't want your brother to hear you moaning my name, right?" Dan whispered hoarsely against Phil's ear. He could feel Dan's hot breath tickling a spot between his neck and ears which sent delicious shivers down his spine.      

 He couldn't answer Dan coherently if he tried talking because then, the voices he's restraining would come out. He mutters something which sounds something along the lines of I can't help it and bites his lip to avoid making unnecessary noises.   

 "Want me to help?" Dan says in between his hard thrusts. He feels Phil nod in agreement, taking this a cue to change their position a bit. He pulls Phil towards him so that they are both on their Knees and his big hand covers Phil's mouth, his other hand on Phil's stomach for support.   

 Phil was now a moaning mess, he feels wetness prickle his eyes as he struggles to breathe due to the overwhelming pleasure he feels from their new position and the feeling of not having a way to let out the intense pleasure he feels through his noises. Apparently, their new position gave Dan more access to go deeper and Dan kept hitting that spot inside him that made him want to run away and stay at the same time. His hand found its way to Dan's soft curls pulling it slightly and the other on Dan's arm which is on his stomach holding him in place, he knows that his fingernails are digging in Dan's skin but he couldn't seem to care at the moment.   

 Phil feels dizzy, getting lost in the overwhelming pleasure that he feels making him inaudible, just uttering incoherent sounds that are muffled by Dan's hands. Phil feels various intense emotions; it almost feels like he was in another dimension, somewhere, where the pain is indistinguishable from his pleasure.   

 It wasn't long before Phil feels the heat pool in his stomach. Dan sensed that Phil's close from how he's tightening and clenching on him so he used the hand that was on Phil's stomach to jack him off in time with his thrusts.  

 On one hard thrust, Phil cums on his sheets some even landed on his chest. It was so sudden and all too soon and it's too much at the same time.

 Appreciating Dan's hand on his mouth for it muffled his cries of Dan's name in ecstasy from being heard. Soon after Phil came, Dan's thrusts got much more fervent and erratic, biting Phil in between his neck and shoulders when he came inside Phil to restrain himself from making noises too. He hears Phil's muffled whimper when he bites him remembering that he still has his hand covering Phil's mouth and releases him gently.   

 Phil could feel Dan's thick cum go deep in him, he feels wrecked and claimed. When Dan releases him, he wants to calm down and clean up but his body wouldn't follow him. He can't seem to calm down from his high and his body is convulsing and he is letting out breathy moans involuntarily. He can't seem to think straight and he feels panicky, not knowing what's happening to him.   

 "D-Dan... nghhh-" Phil mutters as he weeps, voice so small that Dan wouldn't be able to hear it if he's not near him.   

 When Dan sees the state Phil is in he was confused for a moment until it clicks in his mind. He has read about this in some articles but he did not know that it could actually happen. He shouts at himself for being so stupid to not notice that Phil's in subspace and he has just experienced a sub drop, which could be emotionally harmful for Phil if he won't do anything. Dan immediately sets Phil on his back and snuggles closer to him. He takes Phil's hands and puts his palm on his chest, letting him feel his heartbeat.   

 "Phil baby, come back to me." Dan whispers, making Phil's teary eyes look at him. 

 "Breathe with me. It's okay Phil, let's calm down together okay? Inhale... exhale..." Dan breathes with Phil and tries to calm the other's harsh breathing pattern. He thought that subspace only happens in BDSM scenes and he read that it is quite hard to achieve it but he guessed he thought wrong. Phil tries to focus on Dan's voice, trying hard to stop weeping and relishes in the feeling of Dan's heartbeat on his palm, still feeling the intense emotions and dizziness but he's breathing slower now. 

 "That's good, focus on me okay. It's okay to cry if you feel like it. Let it all out, I won't leave you..." Dan says in a soothing way, hoping that Phil would let out his feelings so that he could regain his normal self. Phil then wept on Dan's chest and slowly, the convulsions stopped and he feels like he could talk again. Only the dizziness and the exhaustion remain. 

 "I'm sorry Philly, I'm dumb. I should've noticed." Dan says feeling angry at himself for being the reason Phil had to go through that without him knowing.  

 "I'm f-fine; it's just s-so overwhelming... I d-don't even know what happened." Phil stuttered, still confused about the whole situation.   

 "But I do, you've just experienced a sub drop Philly. It's an intense feeling after you reached subspace and I-" Dan says but was interrupted by Phil who kissed him, short but sweet.  

 "I'm alright now, Dan. Please, I feel icky but I want cuddles." Phil mutters, Dan decides that he'll have to talk to Phil about this tomorrow because it would definitely make a change in their sex life, but for now, he'll have to indulge him in affection for what he has just experienced.   

 "Of course..." Dan stands up and gets a washcloth and wipes him and Phil, he also manages to change their duvet which is sweaty and disgusting. After cleaning up, he pulls Phil so that he was spooning him, kissing his back and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.   

 "I love you, Phil. We'll talk about this tomorrow okay? For now, let's just sleep, you're probably exhausted" Dan says, waist around Phil and locking their fingers together as he let his eyes close and the feeling of being satiated get to him    

 "I love you too, Bear." 

#top dan #bottom phil #sub drop #sub space #phansmut #phanfiction

[space12world]

So ummm are there still people out there who still likes bottom phil? Or even write any bottom phil fics? Cause by the looks of it, everyone left, sooo anyone? Just me? Ok.

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#bottom phil #bottom!phil #top!dan #dan and phil #phansmut #phan

[dualmoons-blog]

California (8 of ???)

Summary: After a successful turn-over in the company’s business, a result caused by Phil, he is awarded the car as a gift from his father who happens to be head of the entire company. Thrilled to drive the car again, Phil gladly volunteers to have a short business meeting with the owner of a successful 1960’s diner in the heart of the city.

Working four days a week in a uniform consisting of a red and white aesthetic and rollerskates, Daniel Howell is a Business Uni student with an abusive boyfriend and an immense love for 80’s cult classic movies. When working a typical shift, Dan trips up and nearly tumbles to the floor but gets caught by the boy with jet black hair and stunning crystal blue eyes. The simple beginnings of an extraordinary friendship.

Genre: Fluff / Slow Burn

Warnings:  Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Abusive Relationship, Rich Phil, Poor Dan, Comfort.

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(i swear if it keeps deleting our post due to links imma lose it -Luna)

#Phan #Phandom #Phanfiction #Phansmut #phan smut #fanfiction #phanfic au #Dan and Phil #Poor!Dan #Rich!Phil #au #ferris bueller

[oreo-boy]

#that's right look at me coming for this tumblr aesthetic #phan #danandphil #strangerthings #danisnotonfire #danhowell #amazingphil #hetalia #phillester #phandom #phansmut #ladynoir #miraculousladybug #danandphiledit #danisnotonfireedit #klance #lol #phanedit #chatnoir #pinof #dankmemes #hetaliaedit #prucan #stevenuniverse #steveonnie #stanly uris #undertale

[goopytoad]

Letting Off Some Steam

Title: Letting off some steam. Warnings/Contains: Masturbation, Edging, Mentions of fucking, BoyxBoy, Orgasm Denial, Mentions Of Grinding. Genre: Smut. Pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester POV: Phil desc.: Dan leaves to go to his parents house for a day or two. Phil stays home and lets off some steam while he's gone. Rating: MATURE words: 1,362 __________________________________ ___________ _________________________ "Bye Dan!" Phil waved Dan good-bye, as he left to go catch his train that went to his hometown, so he could spend some time with his family for a couple days. And that left Phil at the flat alone for two whole days, and that meant that he could do what he's been longing to do for months without hesitation. He needed to blow off some steam. Especially without Dan in the flat, so he didn't risk getting caught by him, and he could be as loud and open as he wanted without him hearing. Dan walked out of the flat, and as soon as he closed the door, Phil opend his laptop and turned it on in one swift movement. He hasn't jerked off properly in, well, weeks. and as a man with a high sex drive, that was absolute hell. He clicked on igcognito mode on his laptop- just in case Dan did decide to use his laptop for any paticular reason. Either because his died, broke, or he was too lazy to get up and get his from his room. He typed in pornhub, clicked search, and clicked on the first website that popped up on google. Phil was in no rush. He slowly slid his laptop down his lap and rubbed the front of his sweat pants, scrolling down the homepage down to the m/m link, and then he clicked. He was gifted with lots, and lots of boys as soon as the page loaded. He let out a shaky breath and he searched in the search bar, "Femboy Twink" That's what always got him riled up, it reminded him of Dan and for some reason it turned him on thinking about domming his best friend dressed in feminine lingere. The page loaded, and he sucked in a breath at the immense ammount of want he had for a cute sub, paticularly Daniel. Phil knew Dan was a sub, he had seen his search history. (by accident.) He had seen his amazon bought history, mainly consisting of different types of thigh highs and panties- Dan had made a new account and left himself logged onto it on his laptop, when Phil asked to use it to order something off of the site. Then he saw it. And he just acted like he didn't and he didn't ask Dan about it. Once, Phil was in domspace at random and was being kind of assertive with Dan. As soon as he let out a stern, "Stop, Daniel," Dan had fallen into subspace in a matter of seconds after that. And yeah, he had noticed him squirming around occasionally, and pressing his thighs together. And he might have noticed Dan's half-hard cock straining against the zipper of his jeans as he tried to gain friction without seeming to noticable, he might have noticed that too much than he should have. And later that night, Phil heard him jerking off in his room, whispering his name and swearing under his breath when he walked to turn off all the nights and brush his teeth. Yeah, it made Phil more turned on than it should have. So what? It's not his fault that his flatmate can't help but to fall into subspace at a demand from him. Phil took his shirt off so it didn't get dirty. He clicked on the video of a twink with thigh highs and panties riding a pillow. That, was hot for some reason. He didn't know why he liked it so much, but he just watched without any shame as a feminine guy rode a pillow in front of him, well on a screen of coarse. He did want Daniel to be here so he could watch him squirm and moan on top of a pillow as he helplessly humped it to get off. That's hot. Phil was half hard just at the thought of that, he palmed himself and let out a strangled breath as he wanted to touch himself so badly. But he knew that he couldn't last, and he wanted to make this last as long as he could. Then, the boy on the screen let out a moan. Oh fuck, Phil noticed how much this boy sounded like Daniel. He unbottond his sweats as fast as he could, his dick not comfortable rubbing against the soft fabric of them anymore. He pulled down his sweatpants and his boxers at the same time, leaving his red and hard cock to slap up against his stomach. He took two fingers and slid them over the top of his dick, and moaned at the sensation and pleasure created from it. Phil reached under the couch to find Dan's hand lotion, because well, he needed soft hands, I guess? The hand lotion was 100% not for jerking off to gay anime porn when Phil wasn't home. That's not what that's for. He let out a pump of lotion onto his hand and slipped it back under the couch, his dick twitched in anticipation and arousal as soon as he spread the lotion over his left hand. He encased his dick with his hand, and moved it up and down slowly. Phil moaned quietly as he stimulated himself with his hand. He didn't go any faster, he wanted to tease himself for as long as he could take it. It was now an hour after Dan had left, and he couldn't be happier to have him leave. That sounded crude, he knew, but he really needed the time alone in the flat. Soon, Phil couldn't fucking take it any longer and he went faster. "Ohhh, ffucking hell." Came out of his mouth as he jerked his cock, listening to the moans of the little twink who sounded so so much like Daniel did. Quiverd moans and strangled whimpers came from Phil at the thought of doing, well, anything that involved him on top of Dan and Dan moaning under him and telling him to go faster and faster until he came untouched. Phil's phone dinged. He panted and picked it up to see that it was a message from Dan. "hey. im on the train. just wanted to tell you in case you got worried." Phil let go of his dick, it strained against his stomach and twitched with the loss. "Thanks for telling me. I get worried sometimes." He clicked send. Another message came through at most 30 seconds later. "i dont even want to know what you're doing at the flat right now lol." "Haha. Okay, have a nice time at your parent's house Dan. And try to communicate with your dad? for me?" "yeah. sure. love you phil, bye." "Love you too." It wasn't weird for two bros to say i love you to eachother? Right? Ever seince they had met in real life they had been saying I love you to eachother. Because they loved eachother, as friends and nothing more. Phil thought about that as soon as he moaned Dan's name and bucked his hips up into his hand, he was so close and then? He let go and let out a cry at the immidiate loss, he bucked his hips into the air as he resisted the urge to touch himself and to bring himself to orgasm so fast. After a minute, he decided that he would let himself orgasm now. Phil grasped his cock and moaned. It was so sensitive. He rubbed his tip and ran his finger over his slit and jerked his cock. Precome started to leak out of his hard cock, he was letting out moans of pleasure as his orgasm approached quickly. He tipped his finger into his slit, and he came hot ribbons across his stomach. Phil's thighs clenched and unclenched, his back arched and he moaned Dan's name as his orgasm wracked through his body. He let out a tired "Phew" and turned off his Laptop, shut it, and wiped his stomach off with a tissue that were located on the coffee table because Dan had been "sick" the last couple days. He pulled his sweatpants back up around his waist and turned the TV on. He picked up his phone and texted Dan, "We need to talk when you get home."

#phan #phansmut #phanfic #im so sorry

[allthephils]

3 is the Magic Number

Rated E (smut, threesome, friends to lovers) 

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Part 4

There’s a hand slipping past Dan’s waistband, moving warm over his skin, gripping and kneading. Miguel’s arms are lazily wrapped around him. He’s deep in the kiss and he has no intention of pulling himself out of it but then there’s hot breath on his neck and fingers exploring lower. 

“This ok, Dan?” Phil’s low whisper brushes his ear.

The realization is slow. As it washes over him, his eyes open in surprise but close again against the overwhelm of the tongue sweeping over his. He nods and hums his consent, throwing his leg over to straddle Miguel and arching to give Phil better access. Soon a gentle finger grazes his rim, softly circling, and Dan can’t focus on kissing anymore. He didn’t think anything could take his attention from Miguel but his mind is racing now. He’s still where he was before the kissing stopped, just poised in front of Miguel, trying to stay in the moment.

 “Dan,” Miguel begins, then pecks Dan’s lips, “Is it good?” His hands have pushed up under Dan’s shirt and he’s lightly scratching up and down his back.

 “It’s good.” Dan licks his lips before closing his eyes to a long exhale. “Miguel?” He whispers.

 “Dan?”

 “My best friend is touching my asshole.”

 Miguel laughs. “Yeah, I know. But it’s good, yeah?”

 “Mmhhmm.” Dan let’s his forehead drop to Miguel’s shoulder and feels fingers rake through his hair.

 “Dan.” Phil’s voice sends a shiver up Dan's spine and he grips the cushion behind Miguel. “I don’t want to stop but we need lube. Let’s go to your room.”

 Dan can’t remember ever feeling so wrecked from just a little heavy petting. In his room, he throws back the covers on his bed and pulls his own shirt off. Phil and Miguel purr and mutter behind him, flirting and touching, kissing and undressing. He can’t hear what they are saying but they nip at each other between words and occasionally glance over to Dan. It’s so easy for them.

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 Phil enjoys Miguel, so much. He’s something special for sure, open in a way that’s hard to find in someone you haven’t known long. He’s not wrapped up in preconceptions or silly ideas about what a hook up is supposed to be like. And frankly, he’s just hotter than most guys Phil meets. Americans aren't hard to come by in London but Miguel has so much more going on than just a sexy accent. So yes, he is really enjoying the way Miguel is whispering as he mouths over Phil’s chest and the way he has to look up to bat those long lashes at him. He’s loving the feel of his muscular little ass in his hand, so different from Dan’s. Dan has wide hips and nice soft flesh that he can knead and really hold on to. Now that he knows what it feels like, he won’t soon forget.

 Miguel's lips are dangerously close to Phil’s nipples now. He’s looking up, teasing, so close to one of Phil's most sensitive places. And Dan is watching, he’s got everything ready by the bed and now he’s just watching. Touching Dan is one thing, it feels natural to be close to him, to hold him and make sure he’s happy, but the watching is different. Phil knows he should feel comfortable in front of Dan, he’s seen him at his most vulnerable moments. Instead, he wants the lights a little dimmer, he’s thinking about the stretch marks on his hips and the wrinkles that have started to form by his eyes. He gets the sudden urge to fix his hair.

 Miguel finally wraps his lips around Phil’s nipple and he gasps. He grabs Miguel’s hair, he throws his head back, it’s all very dramatic. He’d been lost in thought and the surprise was a lot. He’s holding Miguel to him and he can feel his nails on his back. Opening his eyes, he turns his gaze to Dan who is palming himself over his joggers now. There’s a pull in Phil’s gut, toward Dan, not to touch him or tear off those joggers and see him touch himself unencumbered, though he’d like to do that too. He just wants to go to him, to make sure he’s alright, to connect so he can let go of these unexpected insecurities that are creeping in.

 With a finger under Miguel’s chin, Phil pulls him face to face and kisses him. It’s soft but deep. He feels him melt in his arms in a way that gives him back some of the confidence that may have been wavering.

 “You are a treasure.” He says into his eyes and leans in to his ear, “Give me just a moment with him?” He cocks his head toward Dan and Miguel nods slightly and steals one more kiss before Phil walks toward Dan. Miguel stays behind, leaning on the chest of drawers.

 “You ok?” Phil asks, sitting next to Dan on the bed.

 He nods, his lips pressed together. “It feels a little different this time.”

 “Yeah? How so?”

 “I’m not sure. Just feels like more, you know?” Dan fusses with his curls, shifting where he sits. “It’s very confusing to have a heart to heart with you when I’m this turned on, Phil.” He smiles and Phil’s chest feels warm. Relief washes over him, it’s just Dan, they’re fine, it’s just Dan and Phil and their new friend, Miguel.

 Phil pulls Dan’s hand from where it’s fidgeting in his hair and holds it between them. “Please be honest with me if you don’t want this. I couldn’t bare it if I hurt you.”

 Dan’s whole demeanor softens. “Alright, no fair making me all soft when we’re trying to get porny.”

 “Porny? God, please never say that word again.”

 They both laugh a little and settle into the comfort that feels so familiar.

 “Ok then,” Phil begins again, “Does this mean I get to keep touching your asshole?”

 “Oh, you heard that?” Dan says, “It was just new, needed to process for a minute,” then over his shoulder he adds, “Thanks for that Miguel.”

 “De nada.” Miguel answers with a laugh.

 “It’s not fair, you know, he only speaks Spanish to you.” Phil hand lets go of Dan’s and moves to his lower back.

 “That’s cuz you fetishize his American accent. He’s just giving you what you want, Phil.”

 Phil doesn’t answer, he just bites at Dan’s shoulder and plays with the waistband of his joggers.

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 Miguel could never do this with anyone else. These two are so sweet, they won his trust right from the get go. He watches Phil move closer to Dan. He’s so different with him, he so obviously knows him, cares about him, he’s so cautious. There’s a little pang in his heart, it would be nice to find that kind of connection. It would be beautiful to be treated that way every day.

 Dan’s eyes have closed, he’s leaning back on his hands and Miguel can see his chest rise and fall as Phil’s lips move slowly over his shoulder. He knows he could join them but it doesn’t feel like the time. He thinks it best to wait till he’s invited. Phil’s fingers dance over Dan’s soft belly but they stay above the belt. Dan slowly lets his head tip to the side and drops it back as Phil’s kisses arrive at his neck.

 Miguel knows how intense that area is for Dan. He imagines Phil probably knows a few other things, secrets that you tell your best friend after a few cocktails, stories you share when you come home in the morning in last night’s clothes. They move so slowly and god they look good together. He never imagined himself as someone who’d like to watch but then, these two have shown him a few things he never thought he’d do.

 Tiny moans slip past Dan’s lips though it looks like he’s trying to hold them back. Phil takes his time, covering every inch carefully. When he reaches Dan’s jaw, he pulls back for a moment. Miguel watches him look Dan over, checking in before kissing over that sharp line, following it until he nips at his earlobe. He presses a kiss to his cheekbone and Dan lifts his head. He presses a kiss to his forehead and Dan smiles. He presses a kiss to his dimple and the smile drops away. Dan turns his head toward Phil, their lips so close to touching, Miguel feels a tingle run over his own.

 Dan’s eyes open for just a moment only to close again when Phil’s hand comes up to cup his cheek. It’s so intimate, unfolding right in front of Miguel and he wonders for a moment if he should leave. He doesn’t, he just stays perfectly still and quiet and waits for his invitation.

 Their lips linger for what feels like forever. It’s Dan who finally closes the narrow space between them, reaching first with his lips and then letting the rest of him follow. He leans in to Phil and they kiss. Now that they’ve come together, they seem content to stay that way, the intensity increasing until Phil is flat on his back with Dan leaning over him. His hand is on Phil’s chest and the angle looks awkward but neither of them seem to mind. When they finally pull apart, Dan lets his head fall to Phil’s shoulder for a moment and Phil pushes the fingers of both hands into his hair, pulling him tighter. Even in the dim light, Miguel can see the rosy patch around Dan’s dimple and the blush sitting high on his cheeks.

 “These have to go.” Phil says as he snaps the waistband of Dan’s joggers. He’s scrambling out from under him and toward the bedside table and Dan stands up, grinning.

 “Hello,” Dan says as he looks up to meet Miguel’s stare. “Why aren’t you in my bed? Get over here.”

 Sheepish, Miguel pulls away from the dresser where he’s been perched and takes his place at Dan’s side.

 “Are you sure Dan?” He whispers, “I can go, no hard feelings.”

 “What? No. We don’t want you to go,” Dan says. “Unless, did we make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry, I guess I just thought you were enjoying watching.”

 “I mean, I was, you’re both so gorgeous, but…” He leans in closer, “that wasn’t for me.”

 “Oh. Ok,” Dan sounds confused, “do you wanna go? Of course that’s ok. But we’d like you stay. It’s just getting good.” Dan smiles deviously and Miguel thinks maybe he read the room wrong. “It’s up to you, but if you’re staying, can you help get these off?” Dan tugs at his joggers, raising an eyebrow.

 Not really one to argue at a time like this, Miguel runs his hand over Dan’s chest, down his belly, and around to the soft curve of his hip. He hooks his fingers under the elastic sitting there and pulls down.

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 It’s absolutely comical how much trouble it takes to get the joggers own. Dan’s cock is tenting them obscenely and Miguel’s initial attempt at a slow sexy reveal resulted in a hang up that required rewinding to the start. Dan is grateful for the laughter. He’s trying his best to play the cool, seductive one but his mind hasn’t quieted since they left the lounge. Still, he doesn’t want Miguel to go. He really was looking forward to this and to all the things he’d imagined since the last time. Unfortunately, all the dirty, worry free, hedonistic fantasies he’d been cultivating since then have been pushed to the back of the line. At the front is Dan’s adolescent self, yelling at the top of his lungs, you just kissed AmazingPhil! After a decade of friendship, that little bit of thrill still lives in Dan’s heart, hiding in the corners with memories of trains and first hugs and Starbucks.

 A quieter voice persists just behind the yelling. It’s deeper and soon it drowns out the retroactive fanboy-ing. Even as Miguel moves behind him, shoving him gently forward till he crawls onto the bed, he hears it. Why is his heart beating so fast?

He feels lips moving down his back, lips he knows are Miguel’s because he’d know Phil’s anywhere now. He hears himself say yes and he means it because god, it feels good when Miguel does that with his tongue. There’s cool air and warm breath moving over his most sensitive places and he wants more but he also wants Phil.

 “Phil?”

 “I’m right here, Dan.”

 Of course, he’s behind him. He’s probably doing gorgeous, unspeakable things to Miguel while Miguel does gorgeous and unspeakable things to Dan. Dan pulls his body from all that sensation and turns over. As soon as his head hits the pillow, Phil is there, laying right next to him. He hooks a leg over Dan and nuzzles in to his neck, lazily kissing and nibbling.

 “Look at the two of you.” Miguel whispers, watching them settle into each other again.

 Dan’s eyes are closed, he’s focused on sinking in to the feeling of Phil’s mouth on his neck and how his hand is moving lower and lower over Dan’s belly. It’s so warm in here, Dan feels dewy and soft even as goosebumps move over his arms. Phil is dragging his fingertips over the thin skin stretched over Dan’s hip and it almost tickles. His nerves are alight from the rise and the fall and the light touch brushing past his cock now. He’s methodical in his petting, learning the landscape of Dan’s body. It’s like he knows and Dan tries to remember if he’s ever told him how this slow tease, the subtle hint of what’s to come, is one of his favorite things.

 Dan is unreasonably hard, his dick twitching as Phil’s long fingers tease past. It’s the sweetest torture but soon, Phil’s hand settles on Dan’s hip and his breath stutters against his neck. Dan turns his head in search of more of those addictive kisses and Phil kisses back but his tongue can’t seem to find it’s way so he bites at Dan’s bottom lip instead. A soft moan falls from Phil’s mouth and his head drops back to Dan’s shoulder, his fingers curling to grip hard. Dan wants to hear more of that moan. He hasn't even considered what might provoke such a delicious sound when Miguel’s voice breaks through. He keeps forgetting he’s here.    

 “OK Phil?”

 Phil is draped over Dan and he hitches his leg higher and nods.

 “Yeah, fuck. Yes. Go slow.” Phil sounds wrecked and Dan opens his eyes, instinctually sliding his arm under Phil’s knee to hold it up.

 Miguel is on his knees, one hand on Phil’s hip, eyes locked with Dan’s. He lowers his head, brows raised in question, and silently, he mouths ok? Dan’s not sure how to answer that. It’s not up to him. He has no claim to Phil and he hates to think he would ever make that kind of claim anyway. But still, there’s that sweet, sentimental voice in his head. It’s the one that’s been whispering Phil’s name for years, the one that’s been sighing with relief ever since that kiss, and it’s not so sweet right now. It’s shouting no, fuck no it’s not ok. Get away from him.

 All the blood rushes to arms and legs, he wants to push Miguel away. He doesn’t of course, he just winks. He winks because he can’t seem to remember how to nod and there’s no way he could fake a believable smile right now. A wink seems like the kind of stupid signal you’d send to the guy about to fuck your best friend. After that, he lets his eyes close again and wraps his arms around Phil, kissing his hair, his forehead, anywhere he can reach.

 It’s pretty obvious from the gasp Phil makes that Miguel is pushing into him. Pretty soon, there’s a long groan from Miguel and he stops moving.

 “Jesus Phil, you feel so fucking good.” Miguel sounds like he’s losing it a little bit. He’s moved one hand up Phil’s back and laced his fingers with Dan’s. It comforting and confusing, so damn confusing.

 Dan can feel Phil squirm, grinding into him, finding the right angle. He wraps his arms tighter and hoists Phil up till he’s properly on top of Dan, his knees pulled up under him. His shaky breaths dissolve into sighs and he looks down at Dan with a smile far too lovely for someone in his current position. “Ok. This is better,” he breathes, “You can move.”

 Miguel’s still got his fingers laced with Dan’s, his espresso eyes are boring right into his. “Yo también te deseo, Dan. Te deseo mucho.”

 It’s not fair the way his body responds to that. The sound of Miguel’s voice, the soft seductive hunger in his words, it sparks something primal in Dan. Part of him still wants to push him away, part of him wants him for himself, and another more familiar part just wants his share. He could ask for it, Phil would step aside, he knows he would. I want him to fuck me Phil. Phil would turn his attention back to caresses and kisses, murmuring encouragement in Dan’s ear. He could have Miguel inside of him and Phil all around him if he just asked in the right tone.

 Miguel starts to move, slowly and carefully. Dan watches Phil’s mouth drop open, little whimpers and whines falling out onto Dan’s waiting lips. Miguel is murmuring in Spanish and English and grunting as he pushes into Phil again and again, picking up the pace.

 Phil’s body moves against Dan, rocking gently as Miguel fucks him, his cock gliding over the supple skin between Dan’s hips. Dan slides a hand behind Phil’s head and pulls him close, reveling in the feel of his plush lips, so full with arousal. The kiss is languid, falling into a rhythm dictated by Miguel’s patient hips. Phil’s cheeky audacity is nowhere to be found. There’s just trust and openness and raw unashamed pleasure. With Phil so close, his cock slides against Dan’s with each of Miguel’s thrusts and Dan groans into Phil’s open mouth.

 Separating their lips just enough to breathe, Phil hovers above Dan. His face is so close, the taste of his tongue still lingers, his skin looks radiant in the glow of the bedside lamp.

 There’s something rolling through Dan, a heady cocktail of pleasure, desire, and something that feels a lot like joy. It reaches his heart and he’s bursting with it.

 “Your eyes are so fucking blue.”

 Phil’s smile is out of place, “Did you just notice that?”

 Dan has no words so he just smiles back.

 “You ok?” Phil asks through panting breaths, “What do you need? Should we switch?”

 “No.” Dan answers too quickly. This is what he needs. Phil right here, just like this. He looks up at Miguel, who listens expectantly, eyes on Dan. He moves faster, harder, less controlled. His breath is shaky.

 “What do you want, Phil? What do need?” Dan says, low and growling with want.

 “Touch me.”

 Dan snakes his arm between them and wraps his large hand around them both. Thrusting into his own grip, he slides up and down Phil’s shaft, their size difference stark.

 “Oh god.” Phil’s head has dropped to Dan’s shoulder, he’s murmurs into his collarbone. “Dan. Oh god. Miguel. Fuck.” He’s tilting his hips back toward Miguel and fucking into Dan’s fist, over and over. He’s setting the pace now and Dan and Miguel do their best to keep up.

 Dan has never wanted someone to cum so much in his life. He wants to see Phil shatter, watch the light of him shoot through the cracks, he wants to gather the pieces into his arms and feel them all come back together.

 “Cum Phil.” Dan says against his cheek. “Cum.”

 Miguel stills, buried deep inside of Phil, his eyes are squeezed shut. He’s not talking, he’s not moaning. It’s quiet but for Dan’s words and Phil’s barely there whispers.

 Dan feels warmth spill over his fist onto his belly before he realizes it’s happening. His own orgasm follows close behind and it’s good, so good, but it’s not the best part, not by a long shot.

 Miguel pulled out at some point and finally released his death grip on Dan’s hand. He pulls off the condom and ties it off, tossing it to the floor to be dealt with later. Dan wraps both arms around Phil who pulls his legs from under him to collapse, draped over Dan once again.

 “Fuck. M’sleepy.” Phil says, his voice all grumbly and northern. Dan answers with a laugh and a kiss to the top of his head. Miguel smiles down at them, meeting Dan’s eyes with a knowing expression and Dan opens an arm to welcome him too.

 As he lays alongside Dan’s long body, Miguel reaches for his cheek and turns Dan’s head. He kisses him. It’s the spent, slow, grateful kiss of a man who just had a seriously great orgasm.

 “Soy muy afortunado.” Miguel nuzzles in close, reaching one arm over to hold Phil’s hand on Dan’s chest. Dan can figure that one out, though right now he feels like the lucky one.

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[blissedoutphil]

Cool Down

Never thought I’d be writing a prompt from the man himself in the year he’s barely around. Also anon’s idea is A+ thank you for that, I hope you enjoy!

The (**) leads to a nsfw link so be careful if you wanna click it!

3019 words of ice play, Top!Phil, bottom!dan, ice play, blowjob, smut

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Dan groaned at the sound of the doorbell. Phil and his damn packages. It was so hot that he'd decided to spend the day not moving at all from the spot on the couch near the fan, but Phil was busy filming so he had no choice.

He reluctantly stepped away from the fan and went to answer the door. He didn’t bother putting a shirt on and was just in his shorts, because who needs a layer over their sticky skin in fucking 34ºC weather.

He was too hot to even feel conscious about being topless when facing the cute deliveryman. The guy didn’t look fazed either, probably most people he delivered packages to were wearing as little clothing as possible on this sweltering day. He dumped Phil’s packages on the kitchen table and went back to his spot.

A few hours later Phil walked in, in just shorts too.

“Whew, I’m glad filming’s finally done. Couldn’t wait to take off my shirt the entire time,” he complained, plopping down between Dan and the fan.

“Hey! Stop blocking the fan,” Dan toed at Phil’s side to get him to move, “go get your packages on the kitchen table.”

“Oh, they’re here already?” Phil got up immediately, looking quite excited that his order had arrived.

“You making a Wish video again or something?” Dan asked from where he was still lounging.

“No, just got some things I thought were cool.”

“Phil, we’ve got enough useless things lying around here, you gotta stop falling for the ads” Dan rolled his eyes.

“Uh, I beg to differ, you loved that Nic Cage pillow cover,” Phil said indignantly, “plus I got something that’s definitely useful for you right now.”

That piqued Dan’s interest, and he quirked an eyebrow at Phil, “If it’s not another fan or a portable A/C then I don’t agree with you.”

“It’s better than that, trust me,” Phil had that glint in his eye that Dan knew meant he was planning something good.

But he was also being sneaky about it, refusing to tell Dan what he got and telling him he’s got to wait a few hours.

So they spent the rest of the warm day lazily lounging about and trying but failing to pay attention to the tv since their brains felt melted from the heat. Phil had eaten 2 ice lollies, and made huge glasses of iced coffee for both of them, but they still felt warm as soon as their cold treats were gone.

"If whatever you bought is better than a fan then can we please use it now?!” Dan said exasperatedly, wiping sweat off his brow.

“So impatient,” Phil chided, but he got up to retrieve the item.

“Actually,” Phil continued as he walked over to the kitchen, “I got this idea after I saw your tweet.”

Dan craned his neck to look over at his boyfriend, squinting his eyes suspiciously.

“You gonna help me stick some ice up my ass?” he joked, but stopped chuckling when he realised Phil wasn’t laughing along with him.

“I mean,” Phil shrugged, looking into the freezer, “you could’ve just texted that to me.”

Dan’s breath hitched as it dawned on him that Phil was dead serious about following through with his joke tweet.

“It’s too hot for sex right now, Phil,” he griped.

“Not as hot as your idea. Hey, describing ice play as hot is kinda ironic,” Phil grinned.

Dan rolled his eyes fondly. “What does my tweet have anything to do with your Wish purchase anyway?”

“It’s like Wish knew what you tweeted, I think they’re spying on us.”

“Spit it out, Lester, what did you get? A dick-shaped ice tray or something?”

Phil peeked out from the freezer door. “That does sound like something Wish probably has.”

Dan barked out a laugh. The ridiculousness of the idea based on his joke coupled with the determination on Phil’s face resulted in him doubled over from laughter.

Dan pressed his hand over his chest at an attempt to calm down to talk, “Don’t tell me you actually!”

Phil shrugged nonchalantly, “your wish is my command, who else was gonna fulfil your requests on twitter?”

Dan shook his head slightly at his ridiculous boyfriend. He heard the freezer shut and Phil beckoned him over to the kitchen, so he lazily got up and padded over to where his boyfriend was in front of the counter.

The moment he stepped close enough for Phil to reach out for him, Phil grabbed him and pinned him against the counter. He grunted as Phil turned them so his back hit against the counter, barely having time to register what was happening.

Phil had a smirk as he held Dan in place by his hips. He headed straight for Dan’s lips, and Dan happily welcomed the kiss. But Dan’s eyes widened and he moaned in surprise when he opened his mouth and a small ice cube was pushed into his mouth. The ice cube quickly melted between their tongues, and Phil only broke the kiss when it was completely gone.

Dan gasped out a surprised laugh. He already had an idea of what Phil was up to yet somehow he still did not see that coming.

Phil winked in that endearing way where it almost counted as blinking instead, and reached for something on the counter behind him. He gently pushed Dan’s head down to his neck and Dan got the hint, starting to mouth along his neck to his shoulder.

Dan had barely started on sucking a hickey when Phil gripped his hair and yanked him back up to kiss him again. Dan still moaned in surprise when he felt another ice cube being pushed into his mouth again.

Dan noted that the ice wasn’t exactly cube shaped as it got passed between them. Phil rubbed it on Dan’s tongue with his own, feeling it melt.

Their lips felt cold but their bodies grew warmer, sticky against each other as their chests pressed together. Phil placed a hand on Dan’s chest to balance himself and also have some space between them so that their body heat wouldn’t be too uncomfortably hot. He could feel Dan’s heart beating faster against his palm.

Once again, Phil looked over Dan’s shoulder to pop another ice into his mouth after the previous one completely melted. This time, he stuck his tongue out to show Dan the ice.

“Oh,” was all Dan could manage before he broke out into laughter.

Phil couldn’t help but giggle too, taking the dick-shaped ice from his tongue and holding it out for Dan to take a proper look.

“Cute innit, you guessed right. I think Wish can actually grant any wish we have,” Phil beamed at his own dumb joke.

Dan looked behind him and saw a big glass on their table top full of small ice that were shaped simply like bananas with two circles at the end.

“Not what I thought of at all when I tweeted that,” Dan laughed.

He turned back to Phil when he felt Phil place the ice on his chest. He watched as Phil traced the ice along his chest, watched as the dick shrank quickly until all of it turned to water trailing down his stomach. How was playing with ice so hot?

“Don’t think these tiny things in my ass would be satisfying enough, though,” he smirked.

“Oh, I know,” Phil squeezed Dan’s ass, “this is just one of the things in my Wish package.”

Dan didn’t have time to ask anything because Phil was already pressing an ice-dick to his lips, and he opened his mouth to accept it, Phil’s lips following immediately after.

A strangled whimper escaped Dan’s mouth when a sudden cold bit at his nipple. He gripped Phil’s upper arm for purchase, but Phil wasn’t letting up on their kiss or the sliding of the ice across his chest.

The ice was circled around his nipple, going over it until it hardened. Dan shivered a little, but Phil only broke the kiss to pop another ice into their mouths and press another against his other nipple, repeating until it was equally numb and hard.

Dan shuddered, swallowing the melted ice. He was definitely starting to cool down, feeling the cold water run down his chest. Phil was still tracing another ice slowly, from his clavicles to his chest to his tummy - like he didn’t want to miss a spot.

They were both already hard, and with his free hand, Phil began palming Dan through his shorts. Dan whined into Phil’s mouth, canting his hips into Phil’s hand.

Phil pressed an ice below Dan’s collarbone using his lips. He slowly traced it down Dan’s body, and Dan held onto his shoulders as he went down. The ice melted completely by the time it reached Dan’s bellybutton, but Phil continued kissing his way down, until he was properly on his knees.

Above him, he heard Dan’s breaths coming out ragged. He licked a drop of water that was trickling down Dan’s happy trail to the waistband of his shorts, then started mouthing Dan’s dick through the shorts. He could feel Dan’s dick twitch, straining against the shorts.

Dan moaned, tugging at Phil’s hair to move him away just long enough for him to remove the only piece of cloth on him. He hastily pulled his shorts down, and Phil helped him step out of it completely.

Dan shivered involuntarily as Phil started licking along his shaft. Phil’s tongue felt cold on him, but he felt himself heating up from the way Phil was staring up at him while swirling his tongue on his slit.

“My god,” Dan moaned when Phil went down on him proper, a cool sensation in contrast to the usual warmth of his mouth.

But the cold didn’t last long of course, as Phil started bobbing his head in earnest. Dan’s balls met Phil’s chin with each time Phil went down on him.

“Phil,” Dan moaned, trying to catch his breath to speak, “Phil I won’t last before seeing your other - oh- your other purchase.”

At that, Phil kneeled up and slowed his movements. His free hand snaked up to reach the glass on the edge of the table. The dick-shaped ice left in there had melted some, and he dipped his fingers in to wet them.

Dan was still too caught up in the blowjob to notice what Phil was doing, so he let out a small surprised yelp when Phil’s cold fingers pressed against his hole. He spread his legs a little, relaxing to let Phil finger him.

A strained whimper escaped Dan, starting to feel overwhelmed from Phil’s mouth still on him and now his fingers in him too. Phil began to pump his finger in and out, adding a second finger soon after. He looked up at Dan, gauging how he was holding up so that he knew to pace himself and not let Dan come before he could move on to the next part. Dan was gazing down at him, panting and looking flushed despite all the ice rubbed on him.

Phil moved off of Dan’s dick with a pop when he was done fingering him. He stood up and gently manoeuvred Dan to turn around and bend over on the counter top.

“I don’t think you’ve cooled down enough,” Phil said nonchalantly, tapping Dan’s ass.

Dan folded his arms and rested his cheek against them, humming in agreement with Phil.

“Gimme more ice dicks,” he chuckled and wiggled his butt, “you still haven’t fulfilled my twitter wish.”

“Once again,” Phil smacked Dan’s ass playfully, “so impatient.”

Phil took some ice that hasn’t yet melted in the glass and placed them neatly in a line down Dan’s back along his spine, from the bottom of his neck right to the spot between his back dimples. Dan could count 6, and could feel the coldness spread from each of them through his skin. He was then ordered to keep still so the ice wouldn’t fall off.

“Actually,” Phil went to open the freezer, “I don’t think I can fulfil your twitter wish exactly.”

Dan made a questioning noise, confused. But he couldn’t turn to look at Phil.

“You asked for a cube, but that’s not what I have,” Phil took out his next item from the freezer and finally showed it to Dan.

“Oh. My. God,” Dan uttered in a mix of shock and amazement, “fucking Wish!”

Phil giggled. He opened the dick mould (**) to reveal the ice in the shape of a very realistic penis, complete with the balls and head and veiny shaft. It was rather large too, Dan reckoned, almost as big as him.

Dan could feel the tiny ice dicks melting on his back, the water dripping down his sides as his body thrummed in excitement to try out the new toy.

“Ready?” Phil asked, taking out the ice from the mould and rubbing it along Dan’s crack.

Dan shivered at the contact, it was fucking cold. But he didn’t want to waste anymore time and cause the ice to melt before they could even start.

“Yesss,” he keened, sticking his ass up a bit more.

Phil took Dan’s arm and brought it behind him, a silent order that Dan understood immediately. He spread his asscheeks with both hands, his face planted against the table as he looked on at Phil expectantly.

Phil quickly pressed the head of the ice-dick into Dan’s hole, and Dan hissed at the coldness penetrating him. The balls part of the ice was already starting to melt in Phil’s hand, but he took his time pushing it into Dan, letting Dan adjust to the intrusion. He knew Dan could take the size since it was smaller than him, although only by a bit, but he wasn’t sure how it would feel to have a frozen item entering him.

“Oh my god,” Dan mumbled. He could feel the cold spread inside him, a much more intense sensation than at the start of their play when the tiny ice was just spreading a bit of cold on his skin.

“How does it feel?” Phil asked as he slowly pushed another inch in, a steady hand on Dan’s lower back.

“Fucking cold,” Dan grit out, “strange but. Good. Keep going.”

“Good,” Phil repeated, and kept going like Dan requested until the ice balls were pressed against Dan’s ass, a little out of shape from having melted slightly.

“So weird, I can like, feel it melting inside me,” Dan commented, swaying his hips a bit.

Phil grabbed the ice balls and slowly dragged it out a bit, noting that the ice already lost its veiny details, now looking like a really long and thick ice pop. He then pushed it back in and repeated, fucking Dan with the ice and watching as it grew smaller in size.

Water was trickling out of Dan’s ass and down his legs, and now he really felt cool all over. Phil let go of the ice and kept it in Dan, reaching under Dan and placing his cold hand on Dan’s hard dick. Dan jerked at the touch, and moaned when Phil started stroking him.

Dan felt like his ass was going numb from the cold, not really able to clench around the shrinking ice. He was able to feel Phil sliding his own dick along his crack, though. He wiggled his ass and stuck it out more, encouraging Phil.

“All the cold water’s being wasted,” Phil noted as more melted ice trickled down Dan’s thighs, “here, let me help you keep it in.”

With that, Phil pulled his own shorts off and thrusted into Dan, eliciting a loud moan from Dan. The small length of ice that hasn’t melted was pushed further into him, and Dan could feel the cold piercing his insides.

“Oh,” Phil moaned, totally not used to fucking into a cold hole.

He began to fuck Dan faster, and the ice definitely melted faster with the movement and their combined body heat. Dan held onto the edge of the table, bracing himself against it as he was fucked. He tried to clench around Phil but still felt too numb to work his muscles there.

Phil’s hand moved back to jerking Dan off, wanting him to come at the same time. Dan was moaning expletives, his hips colliding against the table with every hard thrust from Phil.

The glass of tiny ice-dicks was completely melted, and Phil poured some of the cold water on Dan’s back, spreading it around with his hand. Dan squealed, warning Phil that he was close. It only made Phil speed up both his thrusts and strokes, until Dan wasn’t able to form any words anymore.

Soon enough, Dan came with a high pitched moan, feeling warmth rise in his groin despite all the cold water in and on him. Phil followed almost immediately after, filling Dan with his come. He stayed inside Dan until he fully calmed down from his high.

Dan was lying pliant on the table when Phil pulled out. He realised that the numbness was finally gone, and he clenched his ass to keep the mix of come and melted ice in him for just a bit longer. Phil laid on top of Dan, pressing his body against Dan’s back, and Dan finally felt a bit of warmth again.

“So how was that? Was it everything you wished for when typing that tweet?” Phil murmured in between soft, lazy kisses on the back of Dan’s neck and shoulders, smirking against Dan's damp skin.

“Hmm,” Dan pondered, “not exactly. You didn’t shove it in me like I tweeted.”

Phil huffed, pushing off of Dan and smacking his ass, “you clean this mess.”

Dan merely laughed. He turned around as soon as Phil was off him and pulled Phil into a hug before Phil could get too far.

“Okay okay, I loved it. And I’ll clean up here, only if you promise to try the ice dick too.”

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smh at the way I kept referencing Wish but only found the mould on etsy. also 'cold' doesn't look like a proper word anymore. Anyway, hope all of your summer’s been good (as good as it can get in this pandemic...)

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[iwaoiamiright]

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[lillianwrites]

Sad Hearts And Black Eyes (chapter 5)

Dan walked into the hotel room, he was so confused and honestly a bit angry. He could put it off to being sleep deprived, could put it off to being a teenager with hormones that make him moody, but honestly he was tired of being played and then pushed away like he was still a kid. Phil needed to decide what he wanted from Daniel, all he wanted was a clear answer, a simple explanation as to why he was being treated this way.

Looking at it however, not even Daniel knew what he wanted. Did he really want to be in a relationship with a man like Phil, someone who traveled and killed monsters? Did Daniel want to put his entire life at risk for a simple man, someone who couldn't even properly take care of him, someone who didn't make proper money, nor have a proper job. He couldn't properly protect him, but honestly he could protect Daniel more than anyone, knew things others don't, things other men couldn't protect Daniel from, especially if whatever killed his dad or anything at all what gonna come after him.  

Was Phil someone Daniel even wanted to be interested in? He was the kinda man his father would say run away from. someone so full of sin God couldn't even turn his head to look at him, his name having a permanent place on the list of Hell.  And wait just one second, why was Daniel even considering this, Phil wasn't interested in him, and he wasn't interested in Phil. That was final enough for Dan. He didn't need a relationship, his father had just died, not that Phil could even give him a proper relationship.

He had thought about his father as little as possible, trying to mask his feelings of sadness underneath everything, making himself busy with Phil and the new journey ahead of him so he wouldn't have to worry about how it would be when he had to stop and actually think.

Why had his life had to change so much, why had his father had to die, and why did this happen to him specifically. How cruel was it that a god who claimed to love him so much would make him suffer through this.

Daniel felt his mood drop, he felt his lip tremble, and he felt water stinging his eyes. His father had been a good man, he truly was, or at least that's what Daniel had believed. Things like this just happened to Daniel, there had been a time when he had believed it was because he way gay. Where he had believed everything has happened to him because God was punishing him, and sometimes his father had even agreed with him.

Quickly wiping his cheek he put his bags on the bed. He heard footsteps behind him and he turned around to find Phil staring at him, curiosity in his eyes.

“You okay?” he asked, clearly hesitant, he wasn't one for emotions something he didn't need to tell Dan for him to understand.

All Dan could do was nod, he wasn't going to to cry to Phil, he wasn't going to do this. He was eighteen, he could handle this, after all, clearly his father hadn't been all that amazing so why was he so upset? He could see the doubt in Phil’s eyes, so all that he could do was turn his back to the man, as his shoulders hunched. He could feel his breathing become heavier, his eyes were watering again, tears racing down his cheeks.

Maybe it was the fact he was crying, maybe Phil Lester actually did have a heart, because soon enough he felt arms wrap around him, turning him around and hugging him. Dan could only sob harder as Phil squeezed him. Dan let himself bury his face into Phil’s jacket. Daniel just didn't know how to stop crying, why had this happened to him, why did Phil even have to come to the town, his father should be alive, his mother should be alive, he should be straight and in college right now, becoming the lawyer his father wanted him to be. Instead here he was in the arms of a man he could no longer deny the fact he was attracted to.

Eventually the crying had to stop, and Dan was content with just being held, breathing in the scent of Phil and letting himself sniffle and let everything out and go. Maybe he wasn't healed, maybe this was the first of many breakdowns, but this was a start, and he knew he could do this.

Soon enough he felt the arms start to pull from his body, and as pathetic as it sounds, he let a small whine slip out. He wondered why Phil had to let go so soon, which in turn made him wonder why he even ared, why did he convince himself he wasn't attracted to Phil, only to turn around and prove the facts to his own face?

Phil let out a chuckle, and Dan was only upset when he couldn't feel the vibrations against him like he could have a moment ago. Phil was face to face with Daniel now, and even though Dan hated this fact, he couldn't help notice how amazing those eyes were, close to his own. He hated this stupid cheesy feeling he got near this man, how was it fair someone could jump into your life so suddenly and make him feel something, even knowing he'd never have a chance, even if Phil was gay, clearly he wasn't interested, showing the way he was able to stop making out with him so easily, push him away and then joke about it. Clearly Daniel just wasn't Phil’s type, if Phil even had a type.

He watched the way Phil’s head fell into a tilt, and Dan wanted to die with how cute he looked. How could a single human being make him feel like this? He felt his head tilt, and the sigh that fell from Phil’s lips made him want everything so much more, so much that he almost forgot what he knew would happen if he kissed Phil right here in this present time. He would enjoy himself before Phil ultimately left him crying like the last time. Phil Lester just wasn't one to be held down and Dan knew he couldn't put himself in that position again.

“So what's the worst thing you've ever hunted?”he asked, looking down at Phil's lips for only a millisecond before he was back to staring into those blue eyes, blue eyes that were crinkled at the edges form the smile he was giving Daniel. Dan might be ashamed to admit he felt his stomach swoop from that one smile.

“Hmmm let me think.” Phil said, glancing down before saying “Probably this nest of vampires in Portali, killed over fifteen of the teenage girls in the town, and then kept their bodies. Only way i knew it was vampires is because of the fact that one girl survived. Freaked out she told the police but of course they said she was just scared and couldn't think straight. There were at least seven of those freaks just preying on the girls. It was awful.” He finished.

Daniel shivered at the thought. So many lives lost, yet this man in front of him saved so many people, even though he didn't understand Phil, he was extremely grateful he did what he did, saving people from things cops couldn't ever dream of. He was grateful that he had even saved him from what he had never believed had existed.

“Wait, do all of the families know what you do? He asked, curiously tilting his head. Phil chuckled, he seemed to find it hilarious Daniel was interested in this kind of thing, but i mean what did he expect when this was his life for now? The only thing he could do was deal with this, it was his only choice, he wanted to know about the supernatural elements and how you deal with them. Was there a god? Apparently since castiel existed, if so, did Lucifer also exist? The questions just kept popping up.

“Most families don't know anything unless they see the creatures themselves, which i try to prevent. I don't trust people not to go about trying to do what us hunters do without proper training.” Phil said, he looked away for a second, before finding “Not knowing has really messed a lot of people up, I've watched couples together twenty years divorce because of it, but it's better separated then dead i guess. It just makes you feel bad, but that's what life is. Other hunters think its funny, call them a bunch of pussy’s, but I've watched mothers hold their own kids as they die, hell i know a woman named Jody whose son came back from the dead, poor woman couldn't handle anything cause she loved him so much, but that thing ate her husband, so in the end she lost the most two important dudes in her life. Sam and Dean took care of that one, i was helping others. You haven't seen hurt until you've watched these things. Ain't nobody at fault for crying over what I’ve seen.”

Dan was in awe, staring at Phil for a moment, before he asked “Is she okay?”

Phil stayed silent for a minute, before he nodded. “She's good now, helps us out every once in awhile. She's a real great woman, i just wish we all could have helped more than we did. She should have never seen that. This job destroys people, but more people are gonna hurt if we ignore it and go about our merry ways.” he said.

“Couldn't they just, I don't know leave? Quit?” Daniel asked, kind of shocked at the angry look Phil gave him.

“You think they, or should i say we haven't tried? Things out there have fucking brains, and they will hunt you if you stop hunting them. Many friends of mine have been killed because they wanted a family, settled down, had a kid or two, and the one day wakes up dead, wife’s freaking out, kids crying and she's calling me because she doesn't understand.You can't leave this job, it's dangerous to be in it, worse if you get out. At Least hunting you have the equipment, stay in practice to know when somethings up.” He said. Dan could tell his breathing had gotten a bit heavier, so before it could escalate into a fight over Dan’s lack of knowledge in the supernatural department he placed his hand on Phil’s lightly. “I'm sorry about your friends.” he said sincerely.

Maybe it wasn't a lot, but Phil nodded, his expression softening. On the desk, Phil’s phone rang, causing them both to jump. Phil groaned and got up, answering it and saying “Yes, ma’am” a few times, before he placed the phone down and grabbed his jacket.

“Just got a call from the police department. They have a new body so i’m gonna go ahead and go ahead and get up there, try and exam and stuff. Will you be okay?” He asked.

Dan nodded his head, and Phil was out of the door, leading Daniel alone once again, but he needed to do his job so Dan had to be okay with it. He decided to take a nap since he had nothing else to do, so he turned on the Tv for background noise and laid down in the bed, his eyes closing slowly.

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[switchdnp]

I love your dick

Prompt: Dan has a big dick and Phil is a cockslut

Warnings: none (except if you're not into smut)

Words: 1342

Notes: I wanted this to be like something short and it became like this... sorry. Also, I'll use a read more here when I use the computer...

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*2009

It was the middle of the night and Dan and Phil were cuddling each other. They both like cuddles and prefers to sleep in that way, Dan the big spoon; arms draped over Phil's waist. They were both fast asleep when Phil heard Dan moan, he was a light sleeper and was awaken by the second breathy moan that came out of Dan's mouth. He decided not to wake Dan up so that he could tease him about it in the morning but then he felt something press against his back. When he realized what it was, he felt his heart beat quicken and his blood rush down south.

Ever since he knew that he liked guys, he became interested in what another person's cock would feel like on his hands, what it would taste like and how would it feel inside him. He contemplated whether he should wake Dan up or feel his cock even just for a while. He decided that he would deal with the consequences of his actions later and go with the latter. He reached behind him and pressed his hand on Dan's bulge. He then gently reached for his cock inside Dan's boxer briefs and just by holding him, he knows how thick and girthy it is. He then slowly moved his hands up and then down and he almost moaned at how big it is. Even bigger than his cock.

He was a tall boy so the size of his dick is big which just goes with his body size but he didn't expect Dan to be this big. Not when he’s only 18 and has a slim body. He found himself touching his own dick as he stroked Dan but when he heard Dan moan a bit and thrust into his hand, he thinks that it was wrong for him to take advantage of Dan's state so he decided that it was enough.

Before he could totally remove his hand from Dan's cock, Phil gasped as Dan yanked his wrists and turned him around. He doesn't want to see the disgusted look Dan would give him but it was what he expected, not the look that Dan is giving him right now. Dan's eyes are full blown with lust, face red and his chest is rising up and down rapidly. By the look that Dan's giving him, he knows that he looks far more wrecked because he grins and snickers at him.

"You want it don't you, Phil?" Dan smirks. Although Phil is 4 years older than him, he has more experiences than him and Phil is pretty innocent and he can't say that he doesn't like it. Dan holds Phil's hands and puts it on his cock, stroking himself using Phil's hands. To say that Phil is turned on is an understatement.

"You can touch it, but only if you want to." Dan says in a hushed tone. Dan looks at Phil expectantly and wonders in excitement what Phil would do now, given the permission.

"I-I want to taste it, can I? Please?" Phil pleads, looking at Dan with his bright blue eyes, who is Dan to deny him? This is one of Phil's fantasies and now that it's coming true he can't believe that it's with a person he really liked and not just some bar guy.

Dan says a small go on to Phil and Phil positions himself on his hands and knees while Dan was now kneeling in front of him. Phil looks at Dan as if to ask him for permission and Dan just grins and raises his eyebrows at him as if to tell him to get a move on already so he does just that. He holds it and licks the head first and slides down to the base, sucking his balls lightly. He goes up again and looks at Dan again. Dan didn't know how but he got what the look that Phil sent him meant. Phil hadn't really done this before so he wants Dan to tell him what to do.

"Put it in your mouth, that's it. Use your tongue too, imagine you're licking a lollipop but better." Dan smiles and assures Phil that it's okay. Phil manages to put a third of it in his mouth before he feels that he would gag. Having Dan's cock in his mouth feels so right and good in a way that he can't seem to comprehend. He feels lightheaded but he doesn't want to pull away. Dan groans as Phil's mouth envelopes his cock and tries hard not to buck up into him. Phil doesn't even realize that he's stroking his own cock with his hand until Dan says that he could use them.

"Use your hands for the part that you can't reach, yes... just like that." Dan says roughly as Phil follows his commands perfectly. Dan lifts Phil's chin up and tells Phil to look at him. When Dan sees Phil's flustered face, mouth full of his cock, eyes teary and lips all red and swollen, he lets out a growl and involuntarily thrusts into him. Making Phil gag and let out more tears.

"Fuck, Phil. I'm sorry, you just look so erotic and fuck." Dan rushes forward to pat Phil on the back and kiss his lips.

"It's okay, I want your dick please. I want you in me..." Phil says and Dan couldn't help but to smile at him. Dan reaches over Phil's bedside table where he once saw the lube and rubs it in his hands. He prepared Phil patiently, knowing that it won't be easy to get it in. Phil is still on all fours, Dan then inserts a third finger and soon he was lining himself up on Phil's entrance. He removed his fingers and watched as Phil's hole clenches and unclenched on nothing. He entered him slowly until he bottomed out and stayed still to let Phil adjust.

Phil absolutely knows that Dan's dick would be hard to take but he thought that it would be somehow easy by how much he prepped him but the wide stretch still stings a bit but is far too aroused to stop now. When he feels the pain subside a little, he tells Dan that he could move now. Dan moves slowly, rubbing circles on Phil's thigh and waist. Phil feels so full but nothing could compare to the way that Dan's big cock slides in and out of him.

"So tight babe, fuck! I love you." Dan groans whilst Phil moans as all the pain was replaced with immense pleasure. Dan picked up his pace that had both of them moaning each other's name in ecstacy.

"Mhhh.. I love your cock-ah " Phil moans as Dan's thrusts get unstable, erratic and brutal. Making him hit that something inside of him that sent him over the edge.

"Didn't know you're such a cockslut, Phil..." Dan says in between thrusts and soon he felt Phil spasm on his cock, signalling that he's about to reach his climax.

"O-only for you..hnghh" Phil manages a small response before he was coming all over their bed, some landing on his chest. Phil tightened as he came which made Dan let out a guttaral cry of reaching his own high. Bith were extremely exhausted from their activities and as soon as they felt like they're calm enough to move, they cleaned up and went back to their orignal position; Dan spooning Phil. They were about to fall asleep, Dan kissing Phil's nape lazily and lightly nipping his ears.

"Are you sure you love me and not just my dick?" Dan whispers huskily, which made Phil laugh his heart out.

"I do love your dick, it's so big and perfect... but I'm not sure about the former." Phil says and Dan just groans, not keeping the fondness out of his voice. Phil knows that Dan knows what the truth was and when he looks at him, Dan smiles brightly and wonders how perfect someone can be.

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[dualmoons-blog]

California (5 of ???)

Summary: After a successful turn-over in the company’s business, a result caused by Phil, he is awarded the car as a gift from his father who happens to be head of the entire company. Thrilled to drive the car again, Phil gladly volunteers to have a short business meeting with the owner of a successful 1960’s diner in the heart of the city.

Working four days a week in a uniform consisting of a red and white aesthetic and rollerskates, Daniel Howell is a Business Uni student with an abusive boyfriend and an immense love for 80’s cult classic movies. When working a typical shift, Dan trips up and nearly tumbles to the floor but gets caught by the boy with jet black hair and stunning crystal blue eyes. The simple beginnings of an extraordinary friendship.

Genre: Fluff / Slow Burn

Warnings:  Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Abusive Relationship, Rich Phil, Poor Dan, Comfort.

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Pornhub [Gay!]

Dan was sitting on his bed, browsing the internet aimlessly. Lets refrase that, Dan was laying on his bed with his laptop sitting beside him, with a porn site open. He eyed the front page of PornHub. Nothing looked apealing. He scrolled down to the bottom of the page, were the different tabs were located. He eyed the tab that read "Gay." Small across the screen, but, slowly nagging at his mind to click on and have a good, guilty, orgasm So, he clicked on it. He heard Phil walk across the hall to go to his room, so, when he closed the door to his room, he looked at his screen. Now that was appealing. All Dan saw was boys. so many boys. tiny boys, avarage boys, hunks, twinks, more than he could count. He searched; "Emo." Simple, yet so effective when the tab loaded and his cock twitched with an image of a black haired boy that looked like Phil. What had gotten over him all the sudden? But he clicked on it, shamefully and lust-filled as his cock started to rise in his sweat pants. When the video started, he bit down on his lip and let out a whimper just at the sight. He immediately took action and shoved his hand down his sweats, gripping his cock through his boxers as he stroked over it slowly, it twitching in his grip. Dan let out a breathy moan, as the boy on his laptop started to rub his cock through his jeans. Dan eventually figured out that he didn't need the porn. He needed Phil. But he couldn't just ask him. So, he closed the laptop and kept stroking up and down his cock, teasing at the head. His vision was blurry and his toes were curling, he hasnt fealt like this in a long time and he was the perfect mix of one half pleasure, and the other half 'My crush is in the room next to mine and could be listening to me masturbate right now." As dan went faster, and faster, precome started to stain his boxers. Didn't phil do laundry? Fuck, he didn't care. His body coarsed with pleasure, his stomach started tightning, and then phil walked across the hall. "Oh oh, fuck fuck, phil phil im-" Phil knocked. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and Dan came with hot spurts inside of his sweatpants, a wet spot appearing on the front almost instantly. "o-oh shit," his voice shook as he wiped off his hand on his boxers, his cock not finished coming yet. "y-yeah?!" Dan shouted. "Are you alright? I heard you saying my name?" Phil spoke through the door, and dan blushed. His heartrate sped up horrendously and he spoke; "Uhm, Sorry! i was recording something for a video!" He sat up in his bed, his eyes still blurry from his orgasm. "Oh! Alright." So phil left. And Dan let out a breath, his heart slowing down. his thighs clamped together with a thought, What would've happend if phil had walked in?

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