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They’re falling onto strange sheets in a home that isn’t theirs. Naked bodies pressing together, laughter spilling out between kisses. No one is home and they have time to kill, there’s only have one logical way to spend it.
Phil’s on top of Dan, broad chest flush against his. It’s freezing outside but in here, in this room, it feels like they’re inside the sun. Being like this always makes Dan feel as if his body is like wildfire. Every touch, every kiss, every stolen moment just makes the fire grow hotter.
The guest bedroom sheets scratch his back, they’re nothing like the 700 thread count he indulges in back home. But that’s part of the fun, part of what makes this game of theirs so thrilling. This little secret of theirs followed them up north for Christmas and Dan absolutely loves the excitement.
Phil’s mouth is on his, and Dan kisses back almost desperately. He never knows when he’ll get to kiss Phil next so he always makes the most of having his kisses all to himself. Dan’s selfish like that.
His hands wander from Phil’s hair to his shoulders to the little bumps of his spine, chasing them all the way down to the curves of Phil’s hips. His fingers press into the soft flesh, pulling Phil closer so there is no space between them. Like this, he can feel Phil’s dick pressed against his. They’re still in their pants but the telltale arousal is undoubtedly there. He pushes his hips up, testing, relishing the tantalising friction as he waits for Phil to make the next move.
That’s part of their game, Phil always has the lead.
Phil pulls up from the kiss, sitting upright, and Dan tries to chase his lips. He doesn’t want to stop feeling Phil like this. It has been a while since they indulged in such a selfish thing, Dan doesn’t know when he’ll get another chance.
He strains his neck to nip at Phil’s bottom lip and Phil plants his hands on Dan’s jaw, holding him as they kiss. Phil drags his lips away from Dan’s, face hovering so close that he can feel Phil’s hot ragged breaths. Phil’s staring at him, blue eyes nothing but dark saucers and Dan shivers. His gaze feels powerful as if he is staring right through him. Dan almost breaks the pause with a kiss because he’s desperate enough but before he can, Phil sits back fully.
“Did you bring any lube? Condoms?”
The question causes him to raise a brow. It has been a while since they fucked but maybe it was because of a slight chance that they might, he did.
“Toiletries. Lube is the little bottle.”
Phil nods his head and slides off the bed in favour of rummaging through Dan’s stuff. He doesn’t take long before Phil’s climbing back on top of him, clawing at the band of his pants.
As Phil chucks his pants on the ground, Dan feels his cock spring up hot and heavy onto his belly. His eyes lock on Phil as he bends down to place a single kiss on the underside of Dan. The sensation itself shouldn’t feel like much but Dan can’t help but feel pleasure ripple throughout his body.
“I missed you,” Phil murmurs, pressing his lips against Dan’s cock once again before trailing kisses down to his balls.
“It has been a while,” Dan muses, well at least he tries to say it as nonchalantly as possible. Now’s not the time for feelings.
Phil’s slender fingers wrap around his cock, tugging gently as he presses intimate kisses upon Dan. Last time they fucked it was fast and filthy, there weren’t any kisses like these and something about that caused the pleasure to heighten. He could unravel himself with just Phil’s lips on his balls, that’s how much he craved his friend’s touch.
They’re like this for a while, Phil kissing and stroking Dan too lightly to send him over the edge but just enough to make his whole body buzz. Eventually, Phil sits back up, picking up the small bottle of lube and squeezing the liquid onto one of his hands while he tears open a condom packet with the other.
Dan’s just about to tell him that they need to pause so Dan can prepare but he doesn’t get a chance. Instead of feeling Phil’s lube slick fingers brush against his rim, he feels latex rolling down his length before hands wrap around his cock, lathering him up in the still cool sticky liquid.
This comes as a surprise that is elicited as a moan. It has been a fucking long time since they did this. Phil’s the one to take the lead whenever they dance the fine line between friends and lovers. Usually, that means Dan ends up on his knees with Phil buried deep inside him. He can’t even remember the last time Phil wanted something else, months maybe even years.
“Phil,” Dan whimpers and he’s cut off with Phil’s mouth on his, kissing him deeply.
He doesn’t respond, not that it really matters, instead, Phil drops down to suck on his collarbone hard enough to leave a mark. Maybe Dan should be worried that there’ll be a telltale sign of the secret they have but he isn’t. All he’s worried about now is how not to come the moment he slips into Phil.
Dan brings a hand down to tug off Phil’s pants, feeling Phil’s cock hit his. It’s almost an instinct to snap his hips up and grind against him, the sensation feeling even more divine with the lube. He feels a hum against his skin, followed by Phil’s hips pressing down. They’re rutting like two fumbling teenagers but Dan feels intoxicated by how electric it feels.
He slides a hand down Phil’s body, dipping a finger between his crack to press against his rim. He’s met with little resistance, sliding into his wet hole.
“You prepared,” Dan says, trying to hide his excitement at how Phil had wanted this before Dan even knew.
“Want you,” Phil nuzzles his neck and for a moment Dan can’t help but think of how weirdly intimate nuzzling is. Yes, Phil kissing his balls is more intimate but nuzzling is a different kind, it’s not them.
Phil settles himself back on Dan’s thighs and he doesn’t dare to move. He looks beautiful straddling him, pale skin stretched out, his long cock red and hard nestled within trim brown hair. All his sharp lines and soft curves look as if he’s a divine being, too beautiful to be real.
He holds Dan’s dick steady so he can lower himself and as he does Dan’s mind goes white and a loud moan fills the room. Phil feels better than anyone else he’s ever been in. Maybe it’s because they’ve been fucking for almost a decade and the familiarity is so intoxicating, or maybe it is because Phil’s ass is perfect. Either option is perfectly viable as Phil slowly sinks down on his cock, little whimpers spilling from his lips as he does so.
When he bottoms up Phil presses a hand upon Dan’s chest and as much as Dan wants to grind his hips up into the tight heat, he waits. He waits until Phil leans down for a chaste kiss and whispers, “You’re the best cock I’ve ever sat on.”
Something about that elicits something within Dan, a little twinge in his chest and a wave of heat reaching out to every atom within him. He doesn’t want to think about everyone else that’s gotten to see Phil like this, at his most intimate.
He responds by thrusting up, burying himself as deep as he can go, satisfied in the guttural moan that comes from Phil.
They find a rhythm, hips meeting in slightly offbeat thrusts, Phil taking control as he angles Dan towards the bundle of nerves that, when he hits, makes Phil unravel with incoherent babbles and whines.
Phil’s so fucking tight and the drag from each stroke makes the white-hot heat deep within Dan grow stronger. He wants to close his eyes, let the pleasure take over but the sight of Phil riding him, his cock bouncing with every thrust, is far too important to do such a thing.
Dan doesn’t know when he’ll get to see Phil like this again, he wants to take it all in.
Phil’s grinding against him in lazy circles and Dan reaches out to wrap his hand around Phil, stroking him loosely. The extra contact must ignite something within Phil because he arches his back, whimpering, following each one of Dan’s strokes.
He usually needs it hard and fast to send him over the edge but his balls are drawn up tight and the sight of Phil needy and desperate for his touch is enough. His orgasm rips through him from the tip of head to his curled up toes. Phil keeps riding him through his climax, chasing after his own and the sensation is almost too much for his spent cock. Before he can get Phil to pull off, he’s coming in Dan’s hand, writhing and whining on top of him.
Phil falls forward onto Dan’s chest that’s now covered in his come, his own chest ragged as he tries to catch his breath.
Usually after sex, Phil never lingers. He always gets up and leaves as if what they just shared wasn’t something. For Phil, their secret was just some fun that has gone on too long to quit. For Dan, it’s an addiction. He craves for the next chance he gets at having Phil like this. They weren’t exclusive, they’re not even dating. Just best friends who mixed in fucking from the very beginning.
Unlike every other time they’ve fucked, Phil doesn’t get up straight away. Instead, he stays with Dan’s softening cock still inside him and lips brushing against Dan’s.
That’s another thing Phil doesn’t do after sex, kiss. They’re friends after all, the only time Dan gets to feel the pleasure of his lips is whenever Phil’s dick is hard. So it comes as a surprise when Phil presses his lips against Dan’s, soft and lingering, a stark contrast to the lustful desperation from earlier.
“What was that for?” Dan whispers, trying not to let confusion seep into his words.
Instead of responding with what Dan wants to hear, he evades it all together. Phil has always been so terribly good at doing that, “Everyone will be back soon. We need to get cleaned up.”
“Do we have to? I’d much rather stay here,” Dan says, sneaking another kiss. They definitely don’t do that after sex.
Phil rolls off him and the loss of Phil all tight and hot around his cock makes him already crave Phil again.
Phil chuckles as if what just happened between them was nothing, “Kath wants to take us to the pub, told me there’s a nice girl she wants you to meet.”
There it is again. The little twinge in his chest.
“Did she invite me up for Christmas just to get me a hookup?”
“She said the girl’s exactly your type,” Phil winks and the cheesiness drowns out the uneasy feeling in his chest just for a moment.
Dan knows what his type is and it’s not any girl that Kath could find for him. His type doesn’t have long hair, soft breasts and a voice like birdsong. No, his type is tall and handsome with hair jet black and eyes a captivating mix of blue, green, and yellow.
Not that Phil knows that of course. To him what they have is just a bit of fun on the side, it was never meant to mean anything more than an occasional screw.
Dan can feel himself thinking too much, letting the twinge in his chest take control. He tries to shake himself out of it, looking over at Phil who is now rummaging for clean clothes.
“If I get lucky you’re sleeping on the sofa tonight,” Dan says pushing all the thoughts away and attempting to match Phil’s nonchalant tone.
Phil looks over at him, a grin on his face, “Only if you tell me all the details tomorrow.”
He rolls his eyes, it’s too easy for them to slip back into best friend mode after fucking. There’s still a twinge in his chest, a desire to pull Phil back into bed and forget about everyone else but all of that can be ignored. They’ve been playing this wicked game for a decade, another night of pretending everything’s alright won't hurt.