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"So, how were you gonna finish that sentence?"
Dan looks up at Phil in amusement, ready to indulge whatever he's about to say. "Which sentence? I say lots of half-finished sentences, you'll have to be more specific."
"The pick-up line," Phil says, his voice even and tone casual, betraying nothing. It's almost too casual, so Dan knows it's anything but.
He blinks before it dawns on him what Phil is most likely referring to. Still, he asks innocently, "What pick-up line?"
Phil doesn't buy it for a second and gives Dan a look, but he doesn't comment on it, instead sighing impatiently. "Are you a bee? Because after we fuck, I want you..." he quotes, trailing off as Dan had and looking at him expectantly. Dan laughs.
"Ah, that. You really wanna know what I was going to say?" he asks teasingly.
"Yes!" Phil pouts petulantly. "Stop edging me."
Wordlessly, Dan moves closer to Phil, watching in satisfaction as his gaze never wanders and he suddenly takes a subtle, yet noticeable, sharp breath in.
"I don't know," Dan starts, voice low and much quieter than before. "I was probably going to say something about you ending up all sticky. Revenge for you dripping that honey all over me and my laptop the other day."
Phil can't help but giggle. "Really, that's it? Revenge?"
"Oh, you sound disappointed. I thought you loved being covered in my-"
He's abruptly cut off by Phil surging forwards and kissing him, hungry and filthy.
"Shut up," Phil laughs when they briefly part, before Dan rolls his eyes with a fond smile and pulls him back in.
He grabs Phil by the hips as he slips his tongue into his mouth, making him moan low in his throat, and walks backwards to pull him over to the side of the bed. The backs of his legs hit the mattress and he sits, dragging Phil down with him so that he's on top of Dan, straddling his lap.
"Fuck, Dan," Phil gasps, the new position putting pressure on both of their hardening dicks.
Dan looks up at him darkly. He holds Phil's hips tighter, pulling him down to grind against him and letting out a shaky breath at the sensation as Phil moans again.
"Feels good?" Dan asks breathlessly, just to tease him a little. Phil lets out a whine in lieu of an answer and continues slowly rocking his hips, dropping his head to Dan's shoulder and wrapping his arms around him tightly.
Phil's neck is suddenly right in front of Dan's face, and he can hardly resist the temptation of the pale expanse of skin. He presses a kiss there, feather-light at first, and then another and another higher up. There's a tickle of an exhale against Dan's shoulder as Phil reacts, and then he shivers when Dan ever so gently lets his teeth graze the sensitive area. He's careful not to leave marks, but that doesn't mean he can't make Phil feel it.
Kissing more firmly now, he lightly sucks at the side of his neck, breath hot and heavy as he leaves a trail of invisible kisses. He feels drunk on Phil's scent.
A muffled groan spills from Phil's lips as he grinds a little faster. "Dan," he manages to get out, sounding significantly wrecked already.
"Hm?" Dan replies, leaving one last lingering kiss to the underside of Phil's jaw before pulling back.
Phil peels himself away from Dan's shoulder and slows the movement of his hips. The second he locks desire-filled eyes with Dan's, he can't resist and leans forward to kiss him again.
"I... I need-" he says against Dan's mouth, out of breath and a little overwhelmed.
Dan strokes a soothing hand down his back. "I know."
He gently guides Phil off his lap and lays him down against the pillows, wasting no time in climbing on top of him. The sight of Phil laid out below him, eager and waiting, never ceases to steal the air from his lungs.
Maintaining eye contact, he traces a hand down Phil's body until he's palming the outline of his cock. Phil gasps and then hums impatiently, and Dan takes the hint, pulling his trousers down just enough to get his cock out.
As soon as he wraps a hand around Phil, his eyes fall shut and he lets out a breathy whine.
"Someone's needy today," Dan mutters with a smile, keeping his strokes slow. Phil huffs and reaches a hand up to the back of Dan's head, carding his fingers through his hair and tugging lightly. Dan falls silent immediately.
Their gazes lock, the atmosphere charged all of a sudden. Dan's dark eyes are swimming with lust as Phil lets go and cups his face, fingers stroking Dan's cheek before he presses two of them up to his mouth. Dan gives the tiniest hint of a smirk and then obediently takes them into his mouth, regarding Phil with sultry, half-lidded eyes.
He moans quietly as he sucks and swirls his tongue around Phil's fingers and makes sure to stroke his dick a little faster too, feeling precum leak onto his hand. The visual along with the sensations are undoubtedly doing things to Phil, his breathing noticeably heavier. Dan savours the moment before finally letting Phil's fingers fall from his mouth.
"What was that for?" he asks. When Phil doesn't answer straight away, he lets go of his dick and Phil groans frustratedly in protest.
"I like the way you look up at me when I put something in your mouth. Like when I fed you the honey," he replies. "Your eyes, they're like... fuck." He sighs, words failing him.
Heat settles low in Dan's stomach, smug with the knowledge of what it does to Phil. "I can suck your dick if you want, you know," he offers.
Phil shakes his head decisively. "No. I want you to fuck me."
It's like a switch is flipped in Dan's brain, all his pent-up horniness suddenly making itself known all at once. He sits up, quickly helping Phil out of his clothes, tugging his own shirt off too before he overheats. Then, he leans over and reaches into the nightstand for the bottle of lube.
"How do you want it?" he asks softly, uncapping the lid and coating his fingers.
"Not slow," Phil says, too impatient already. "But I want to see you."
Dan nods, dropping the bottle onto the mattress. "Shift up a bit then, bub," he instructs.
Phil diligently arranges himself on the bed, making room for Dan to settle half beside him, half on top of him. He presses a finger to Phil's hole and he gasps as Dan circles it lightly, slowly easing the first finger in.
Heeding Phil's request, he doesn't make him wait long, fingering him open efficiently until he's three fingers deep and Phil is a moaning mess.
"D-Dan," he whimpers as Dan aims at his prostate. He squirms and digs his nails into Dan's shoulders. "I won't last."
Dan leaves a kiss against Phil's lips, pulling away with a smile. "Good," he whispers, but he carefully removes his fingers and makes quick work of stripping out of the rest of his clothes. He'd been so focused on Phil that he hadn't even noticed how desperate he was himself, and it's such a relief for his dick to finally be freed that he almost feels a little dizzy with it.
He slicks his hand with lube again, wrapping it around himself and moaning unabashedly as he tilts his head backwards and lets his eyes close in bliss. Phil watches utterly transfixed, chest heaving and pupils blown wide.
When Dan looks back at Phil, there's something almost primal in his expression that Phil is certain wasn't there before. Dan crawls on top of him and kisses him again, slow and deliberate as if he's claiming him.
"Gonna make you feel so good," Dan murmurs into Phil's ear, feeling his warm breath against his skin as he exhales shakily.
"Please," Phil whines.
Dan reaches down to line himself up with Phil's hole, slowly pushing in and keeping his eyes trained on Phil. He breathes deeply as the tight heat envelopes his aching cock, the sound of Phil's tiny, broken moans feeling as if they go straight through him, awakening something feral and frenzied somewhere deep within.
"God, Phil," he sighs as he bottoms out, gazing down at him in reverence. It doesn't matter how many times they do this, the overwhelming concoction of emotions he experiences is always the same.
"Move, Dan, please," gasps Phil. "I need it."
Dan draws back slowly before snapping his hips forward, punching a loud, surprised moan out of Phil. Soon, he swiftly builds up a rhythm, not bothering to hold himself back and simply focusing instead on giving Phil exactly what he wants.
"So fucking perfect for me," he babbles, voicing his thoughts completely subconsciously. "Feel so- ugh, perfect."
He must change the angle to hit Phil's prostate better, as his mouth suddenly falls open on a strangled cry. "Fuck! Yes, oh fuck."
Phil turns his head to the side, half-burying his face in the pillow in overwhelm, but Dan places his hand tenderly on his cheek and turns him right back to face him.
It's evident that he's struggling to focus, pleasure coursing wildly through his body, so Dan speaks to him softly. "Hey, eyes on me," he says.
Phil nods with a whimper. "Don't stop," he pleads, breathless.
Dutifully, Dan continues his efforts and drops onto his forearms to get physically closer to Phil. He nuzzles into his neck, panting as his own arousal burns hotter and hotter, spurred on by Phil's increasingly incessant moans and curses.
"Phil... oh my god," Dan presses out. "Can't wait to- to feel you come on my cock."
Phil's breath catches in his throat and he almost falls apart right then. It's nearly too much and he slides a hand down to his abandoned dick, which is steadily leaking against his stomach, but Dan detects his movement and catches him lightly by the wrist.
"No," he breathes. "No touching this time."
He watches as Phil swallows, eyes widening slightly. "Fuck, okay. I-I'm so close," he stutters.
Dan's heart races in anticipation. "Yeah? Gonna come just from this?"
As if to emphasise his words, he grinds into Phil's prostate as he bites gently at his shoulder. Phil's body jolts, the intensity of the pleasure crashing into him like a waterfall and leaving him on the verge of incoherency.
"Dan! Dan, Dan," he mumbles urgently, repeating his name like a mantra.
"That's it, Phil," Dan groans, blood rushing loudly in his ears. "Come for me. I've got you."
Phil grabs at Dan's back and holds onto him tightly while he cries out, looking Dan straight in the eyes as he comes untouched. His own eyes begin to water, shiny with unshed tears as they stare up at Dan through the height of his orgasm, and the sight is so very nearly enough to send Dan over the edge too.
Somehow, he finds the sense within himself to slow down as Phil begins to relax and catch his breath, and he slowly pulls out. He hears a slightly displeased noise from Phil, but all he can zone in on is his own desperation, as if he has tunnel vision.
He falls forward as he gets a hand around his dick, stroking only a handful of times before heat rushes through his veins and he gasps out Phil's name, finishing over him and adding to the puddle of cum on Phil's torso.
"Holy shit," he pants, exhaustion taking over as he lays down next to Phil and curls into his side.
Phil giggles beside him, giddy from his high. "Yes," he agrees. "That was hot."
Dan hums in acknowledgement, feeling his pulse slow and the horny fog in his mind beginning to dissipate.
They lay together for few moments until they've calmed down, the atmosphere around them settling into something more tranquil. Dan turns to Phil and kisses him sweetly, stroking his hair.
"How do you feel?" he asks quietly when he pulls away.
Phil glances down at the mess on his body. "Sticky," he answers, pulling a face. Dan breathes out a laugh.
"Mission accomplished," he grins, and Phil swats at him lightly. "Don't worry, I'll get something to clean you up."
He moves to get up, but Phil stops him with a hand on his shoulder. "Wait. Stay. Just five more minutes." He blinks up at him with those big blue eyes.
Dan, knowing full well he can never say no to Phil, gives in immediately with false reluctance. "Alright, fine. Just five."
Smiling in triumph, Phil tugs him down into another kiss and they lay on their sides, facing each other.
"Love you, Dan," Phil says, holding his face like it's a precious object. A feeling of bright, blooming warmth swells in Dan's chest.
"I love you too."