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Phil loves a good topping. On his pastries—of course—is where he’d like to be topped. Or, at least, that’s what he’s trying to convince himself while baking with Dan.
The duo are in the kitchen once again, filming another Easter Baking video. It’s a routine that they’ve practiced a thousand times—dressing up for the event as they work their hands through whatever pastry they have planned. They know the ritual, wearing their suits and bunny ears to salute to the occasion. Yet, for some reason, all Phil can think about is sex.
He can’t necessarily decipher why he’s thinking about it so much—and today, of all days. While the pair set up the cameras in their formal attire, Phil finds himself completely distracted, unable to focus on the task at hand.
In the past, he was able to film with Dan while he was even more exposed, especially in their last baking videos. Phil had no problem when Dan wore skimpy dresses, even as they clutched over each crevice of his body, just barely slipping out the fold of his ass. Even when his skin laid bare for Phil to bite on, he could easily control his arousal from showing.
For some reason, this time, in their suits, he can’t resist from being so turned on. Dan’s skin is completely covered, and the thick layers of the black fabric barely make out the silhouette of his body. Yet, despite being fully clothed, Phil just finds him even more attractive.
It’s not even the idea of what’s concealed under it that Phil finds arousing. He’s seen what’s hidden underneath a million times, and he’s felt each part of it more times than he can count. Surely, after a certain point, he’d get used to seeing Dan’s body in all sorts of clothing. Whether it’s a baggy t-shirt or a revealing dress, Phil’s attraction to Dan remains all the same, so it seems.
Yet, something about Dan in a suit just makes Phil absolutely feral. He rarely sees Dan in such formal attire, and it sets a completely different atmosphere to what he’s used to. It’s hot, structured, and contracting. It’s the perfect invitation for his unprofessional thoughts. He can’t be cordial.
The solid structure of the dark suit only emphasizes the sharpness of Dan’s face; his cheekbones, his jaw; and how directly his eyes penetrate through Phil’s body. It only makes him imagine what they would look like completely closed, as the rest of Dan’s face presses against him, feeling Phil’s skin for himself.
The firm texture of the fabric naturally makes Dan stand taller, framing his force as even more powerful. Yet, with how constricting his blazer is, Dan’s movement is restrained from its strength. He is forced to be helpless, tied up by the material wrapped around him. To have such a strong, tall man be pushed into constriction, compliance, Phil can’t resist the hunger to want to dominate him.
The final nail in the coffin are the bunny ears over his head. They bury themselves into his feathered locks, rendering a soft, delicate tone that contrasts with his husky poise. How could such a solid, broad-shouldered body reveal the core of an innocent critter, so easily able to be subdued? It makes Phil’s tongue so thirsty, eager to smother his fellow prey. It makes his stomach, and something much lower, twitch.
As Dan gathers the supplies for their cooking, Phil can’t stop himself from imagining what they would be doing if they weren’t filming. For a guy so devoted to YouTube and video creation, it’s almost unnatural for him to not think about making content, let alone not want to. The cameras continue to roll, and Dan begins addressing their viewers.
Phil watches Dan’s lips move together and he plays along, attempting to conceal his arousal. As they continue speaking, Phil is unable to stop his intrusive thoughts from recurring. His mind can’t resist the urge to press against Dan, feeling every ridge over his body, no matter how thick their suit fabric may be.
He thinks about stopping the video entirely. He’s so incredibly hungry for Dan, he’s willing to miss out on this week’s upload for what he feels inside. Though, he’s so incredibly divided by the guilt of what that might mean for them. They could lose a good amount of profit. Perhaps, their viewers’ lives would be altered by their absence. At this moment, his hunger doesn’t matter, right? He has to keep filming, right?
Yet, to his dismay, his hunger gets the best of him. He can’t be bothered to think logically, about his career, about anything that doesn’t involve feeling the man beside him. He just wants to throw everything away, forget all of his responsibilities, and be absolutely fucked by Dan.
Dan begins to throw ingredients at his partner, and Phil barely gathers himself back to catch them. Now, because of Phil’s mental consumption, he can’t bring himself to focus on what they have planned. He drops a few of the stuffed bags, but quickly convenes to his best ability. The sooner they finish this video, the sooner he can quench his hunger.
As the filming continues, Phil’s thoughts are only driven more into madness. His coat seems to get hotter and hotter, squeezing against his skin as he grows more desperate. As Dan grabs each ingredient with more force, Phil can only fantasize of taking their place, being held by his grasp, thrown into compliance so carelessly.
After finally moving onto the last ingredient, Dan whips out a long, amber-coloured bottle of syrup. He holds it against his crotch, clearly motioning to make a sexual innuendo.
“Eight inches of golden syrup.”
Immediately, Phil’s heart stops. For a moment, he forgets that this is the way they always banter. Sex jokes are a normal thing for them, and they’re not meant to be taken literally. However, it doesn’t help that Phil is so horny at this moment, all he can imagine is Dan’s own length.
His mind flashes a vision of himself as the bottle, with Dan’s arms around his waist, holding him against his nether region. He imagines being lathered in Dan’s own syrup, coming out of that same area; how sticky and wet it must be all over him, inside of him. But alas, he snaps back to reality, remembering he needs to respond, casually.
“Fucking love that stuff.” Phil murmurs, motioning to grab towards the bottle. He hopes it isn’t obvious that he speaks genuinely.
As he takes it to the side, his eyes fixate on Dan’s lower region, where the syrup was placed over. He tries not to fantasize any longer, even as his cock twitches and begs him to.
He needs to focus on the video, he thinks. He can’t be feeding these thoughts any more. He’s going to go fucking crazy. But when Dan asks–
“Do you like a good glazing after a topping?”
Phil can’t bring himself to think straight. He stumbles, and completely forgets where he is. His eyes flash white, and the only thing he can feel is his shaft rising higher beneath his white suit.
With the little consciousness he has—which is none at all—he attempts one final time to end his thirst. His mouth scrambles to find the words to respond.
“I– S– Uh….” Don’t say anything stupid. Don’t say anything stupid.
“Yeah.”
Shit. Now he’s outed himself.
He prays he didn’t sound too genuine when it came out of his mouth—though, he can’t deny how true it is; he is so, so, incredibly aroused. Honestly, he wants nothing more than for Dan to just abandon their plans and feel himself inside of Phil that instant, but it’s too much when they’ve just started the job. They still have a couple hours left to film. He can’t unleash his hunger now.
He decides to play it off as a joke. He nervously laughs, expecting Dan to start shouting or conjuring up a witty response. But instead, he’s met with something he doesn’t expect: complete silence.
He looks over to Dan, and sees his colour completely shift. Usually, by now, Dan would’ve made a snarky comment or bounced off of the joke, as they always do. But instead, he stands still, stiffer than he was before, facing Phil with wide eyes. He doesn’t seem opposed to the idea. Perhaps, he shares the same hunger.
Dan plays it off to the camera, and simply shrugs the comment off. But now, the hint has already been taken. Dan’s response assures Phil enough that he completely abandons his prior repression. His former attempts to conceal his desires now render useless, as Phil can’t bother to hold back his cravings.
Even if Dan doesn’t feel the same rush, the simple possibility that he could be open, and maybe like to top Phil, gives the man the sign to let loose. Even if his pants try to push it down, his increasing horniness loses no match with him. Now, he doesn’t even try to suppress his boner from growing inside of him.
The pair commence their ingredient assembly, and Phil is met with two missions. The first: finish their baking and make a good video out of it, which is Dan’s priority, and seemingly only focus. The second, which is exclusively Phil’s: distract Dan as much as he can so that he eventually caves, and decides to stuff something that isn’t the bun. Phil, of course, means himself.
To no surprise, Phil opts for the latter. Even if the pair’s main task is to bake some good food, there’s another hunger that aches inside of Phil. He can’t settle for just baked goods. He needs to taste Dan. He needs to savour the man, and completely consume him entirely. He needs Dan not just on the tip of his tongue, but through his mouth, inside of his entire system.
And so, he convulses within his skin, completely blindsided to the pair’s original task. Now, his only goal is to grab Dan’s attention, and lure the man’s handle onto his body. He’s certain he will conquer it, and dominate over him.
Phil begins by easing into their contact, making his desires increasingly more obvious as he goes along. When they pour the dry ingredients together, Phil brushes his hands over Dan’s, making sure he can feel how warm they are. Especially with the hot, compressing suits on, he ensures that Dan can feel the sweat squeezing through their hands, and how wet they become when their skin collides.
He continues to insist for the man’s attention, becoming increasingly touchier. As the pair pass by each other to grab supplies, Phil makes sure to grope the other on the way, carefully caressing his sensitive spots. He first brushes his hand over his back, slowly lowering it to his ass. When they mix ingredients together, Phil presses against Dan with his chest, then later his own groin.
He makes sure to not forget they are talkative creators, after all. He bombards Dan with his usual odd questions, leaning into the man as much as he can. He speaks more sultry than usual, making sure Dan can feel his breath against the warmth of his neck. He notices every little flinch, and provokes them even further, brushing his lips where the cameras can’t see.
Despite Phil’s efforts, Dan, of course, dismisses. He wants to get this video done, and distracts himself from giving in to Phil’s stimulations. It’s ironic—Phil had always been the one encouraging them to make video content, but now that he wants to ease out of it, Dan is the one who is focused too much.
It is at this point, where Phil becomes increasingly desperate for Dan’s touch. By taunting him so much, he only made his own hunger grow stronger. His pants grew even more uncomfortable over his body, as the desire beneath it expanded.
He decides to step away from the baking, and Dan takes full control. The incorporated ingredients form a large ball, and he takes charge of kneading it for the next 10 minutes. Phil, with no other task, and no attention to grab, is left there only to watch. He is completely helpless.
He decides to obey his forced submission, and watches Dan over his shoulder. Dan presses his fingers into the ball, completely indifferent to Phil’s presence.
The way that Dan kneaded his hands through the dough made Phil’s stomach churn. He wanted it to be him on the table, bent over and pushed to a brim. He wanted Dan to press against his skin, kneading through every inch of his surface. He wanted Dan to get his fingers underneath each crevice, digging so deeply into the soft holes of his flesh.
Phil gets impatient, and his frustration gets the best of him. He sits on the counter loudly as a final attempt to grab his attention. Though, at this point, he deems himself hopeless.
His bulge suffocates underneath his pants, with nothing to relieve it. He just wants Dan to stop what he’s doing, grab Phil, and start making out with him. He wants Dan to move his hands from the dough to his body, and get his white suit all dirty. He doesn’t give a shit about these buns, he just wants to taste Dan, and for the man to eat him back.
Alas, Dan is too distracted. After all, the cameras are still rolling. He won’t fuck Phil even though he’s practically demanding for it.
Phil reaches his final stage of aggravation. He starts playing with the easter egg props, throwing them around, trying to make it obvious how fussy he is. Of course, Dan being Dan, he doesn’t notice.
After a bit of time, Dan asks Phil if the dough is ready enough. Phil gets up, believing he should give up. He pokes the dough to check if it’s ready, and pretends to be amused.
But just when he believes all hope is lost, his eyes avert to the lower half of Dan’s body, standing at the same level as the table. Where his pants used to be pure pitch black, they now confronted Phil with an unexpected white sight: flour scattered all over his crotch.
The white dust painted an outline of the length underneath. Phil couldn’t draw his eyes away from it, and no sooner did Dan join him, embarrassed. As time passed through Phil’s stare, he began to notice the reality that hid underneath Dan’s shadowed pants: a bulging erection.
The longer that the pair looked at it, the more Phil could see the outline of it pressing against the fabric of his pants, suffocating beneath the tight restraint. It began to twitch and gasp, begging for a breath from the outside.
Dan immediately turns to cover it with his hands, making sure it wasn't obvious on camera. He deters Phil’s attention to oiling the bowl, adamant on finishing the video before addressing anything else. Phil despondently obeys, and grabs the bowl and bottle.
For the rest of their filming, Phil struggles to avert his eyes from Dan’s groin. His sight remains glued to the powdered outline of Dan’s erection. It only made his own grow longer, and harder.
After finally sealing the dough inside of the bowl with plastic wrap, Dan lifts the bowl, ready to put it aside to warm. The pair both turn to read their next instructions, and are met with a shocking demand:
Rest for 1 hour and 30 Minutes.
Both of their faces drop. Dan's eyes slump, as he looks away with a sullen expression. Phil, on the other hand, is absolutely gratified.
“What the fuck are we going to do dressed as bunnies covered in flour for 90 minutes?” Dan asks bluntly.
And for Phil, the answer is way too obvious: Fuck. Let’s fuck.
Dan turns off the camera reluctantly, immediately begins scrambling to find things to do, especially if it involves content. His attention span is so short, he doesn’t even acknowledge the elephant in his pants, or however the saying goes.
Phil, however, lingers behind, still standing behind the counter. He doesn’t bother with whatever Dan spews at him. He only has one thought on his mind.
“We’ve got to film our fake proposal for April Fools. Quickly—take your coat off and I’ll kneel in some dirt.” Dan asserts, running around the house.
Phil, being Phil, stays still, drowned in his single thought.
“We’ve got to be productive in these 90 minutes. What about something for the Patreon? Another ranking video?”
But even as Dan grows more & more demanding, Phil can’t bring himself to be responsible right now. His last braincell is so horny, it’s practically having a wank.
“What are you doing standing here? Let’s get moving!”
After Dan finally settles in the kitchen again, Phil can’t hold himself back. He speaks up, unable to resist his true desires.
“But Dannnnnn… you’re so dirtyyyyyyy.” He whines. The suited man across from him immediately rolls his eyes, placing his hands on his hips.
“Phil, you cannot be playing stinky baby with me right now.” Dan responds coarsely.
“That’s the point! All this prepping has made us super messy babies riiiiiiight? Let’s do some cleanuppppp.” Phil asserts in a sweet, slightly drunken tone. He reaches his hand out to a nearby towel, moving to approach the man before him.
Despite being dressed so innocently in his bunny ears, he leaps to take control. His hand begins to brush against Dan’s coat, feeling his body through the layers of fabric. It’s a mind game of sorts—though they are dressed like equals, he is the predator encroaching on his prey.
Phil’s hand begins to move all sorts of ways across Dan’s body. He caressed his hands over each corner of his frame, rustling against the fabric of the suit, feeling his skin through the lining. As time moves on, Phil finds himself touching regions he wouldn’t have previously allowed himself to. Although he started off caressing Dan’s arms, then back, then chest, his hands have somehow, deliberately, found their way onto Dan’s crotch.
He makes sure in his peripheral vision that Dan’s eyes are glued to him the whole time. And sure enough, the brown-haired man cannot resist. Dan watches him caress away at his body, while Phil refuses to give him any attention back. His eyes practically fuck Phil with how hungry they are.
As Dan watches the blonde-haired man brush away at his pants, he can’t help himself but falter his breath. He parts his lips slightly in an attempt to catch more air, only to let out a soft whispered moan instead.
Phil continues to caress Dan’s groin, only spreading the flour even further. Eventually, he lets go of the towel, and relies on the force of his bare hands. He motions to scrub harder and harder, making sure he can feel Dan’s skin move and stretch beneath the fabric.
The job seems to become increasingly harder for Phil, as the surface beneath his hand begins to expand. He makes sure to move his free hand over to Dan’s neck, brushing the man’s cheek gently with his thumb. It’s a silent way of reassuring him, as his moans grow louder and louder.
Of course, blinded by arousal, Dan doesn’t notice that Phil’s plan was a trick all along. It isn’t until Phil suddenly moves his hand away, that he opens his eyes, and looks down at the mess beneath him: his clothes are completely covered in flour. It’s hard to tell whether Phil was carelessly spreading the powder over Dan, or, he had flour on his hands himself. All Dan knows is that he doesn’t want Phil to stop—he wants him to touch him again. Harder. Deeper.
“Oops… it’s not coming off… I guess I’ll have to use something else.” Phil moans sarcastically, attempting to mask his objective discreetly.
But alas, Phil is a horrible actor. Dan knows exactly what his intentions are, but rolls with it anyway. Secretly, he welcomed and loved Phil’s darkest cravings.
Phil moves down to his knees, planting his face in front of Dan’s crotch. He begins gnawing against the lining of his pants, pressing his mouth over each crevice he can.
He makes sure that the flour gets all over his mouth, as he spits his own saliva to clean it, leaving his lips glistening. He presses a few soft kisses into Dan’s front, which only makes the shaft beneath grow.
The appearance Phil presents completely juxtaposes from his behaviour. Even with the bunny headband still over him, he doesn’t make any effort to play into his kindness. He’s so forceful, and so demanding. He knows exactly where to nip, and where to bite against to make Dan even frailer.
After a few moments of pure oral glory, he looks up to make eye contact with Dan, who struggles to keep his eyes on him. He’s so incredibly aroused, his eyes force themselves shut, begging him to just savour the sensation of Phil. He ever so slightly bites his lower lip, trying to contain his already-overloaded bulge.
Phil’s mouth lowers, finding a spot underneath Dan’s length. Phil begins to press his tongue more violently, pushing to hit every nerve in Dan’s sack. The flour begins to soak away, as Dan’s pants become completely drenched in Phil’s saliva. He can feel the moisture against his skin underneath, like a wet towel hugging his cock. Dan can’t help but softly thrust into him.
As the fabric gets wetter and wetter, Dan’s appetite grows even stronger. He’s starving, but this time, not for the food. He doesn’t give a shit about the baking anymore. He just wants Phil to fuck him, now.
Just when his length fully erects, he stops feeling the rhythmic pressure against it. Suddenly, Phil stops again, but this time, he doesn’t move somewhere more fun. Dan opens his eyes to see him stand up, and brush himself away.
“What are you doing?” Dan asks confusedly, frustrated.
“Well, I guess we have to start filming those skits, right?” Phil proclaims pettily. He knows exactly what he’s doing; making Dan beg for what he wants.
“Phil, don’t fuck with me right now.” Dan groans, clearly annoyed. With just how tight his pants had become within the last few minutes, it’s only natural for him to feel so frustrated, especially when Phil was the one who was causing him to grow.
“You said it yourself. We’ve got to be productive. We can’t just stand here.” Phil continues the cold act, which only makes Dan heat up even more.
“Well not like this! Now I’m all riled up!” Dan’s frustration really begins to build. Just moments ago, he was the one who was running around, ignoring Phil’s demands. Now, it’s the other way around.
“I’m just repeating your own words: let’s get moving!” Phil snarkily responds. “If you weren’t going to stick to that, maybe you should’ve—”
But before he can continue, Dan grabs the back of his head, pulling him in to kiss. Their lips crash against each other, as Dan eats away desperately at Phil’s lips. Finally, he gives in to what Phil had been begging him to do. Dan is lured directly into his trap. Phil has reclaimed control.
Phil’s mouth is opened wider by the force of Dan’s tongue, as they trace against each other, filling each gap the other invites. Dan can taste the flour granules on the inside of Phil’s mouth, but mostly, he can finally taste how delicious he really is. They never needed those pastries to quench their thirst, after all.
The pair make out more hungrily as they go, forgetting their original task in the first place. Phil tightens his hand into Dan’s hair, simply needing something to grip, and they collide with the bunny ears wrapped over it. Without hesitation, Dan responds by grazing his hands up to Phil’s own, throwing the headband off across the room. Phil, in turn, does the same. They’re done with this roleplay game. There’s no one to perform for.
As their lips gradually become wetter and wetter, Dan motions to carry Phil over his chest, making sure his legs wrap tightly around his back. Dan carries Phil’s weight across the room, unable to stop kissing him while doing so. He finally makes way to the kitchen counter, where he gently places Phil on top of it.
On the way, they bump into the rest of their supplies—a few open bowls of leftover flour and powders—and the mess spreads even further from their already-dusty hands. But both of them are so desperate for the other, they don’t care how much havoc they create. They stretch to grab each other, fondling their hands all over their suits, merciless to the cleanliness of their suits. Dan’s blazer turns a complete speckled white, and Phil’s loses its pale hue entirely. Now, there are one too many handprints to create a single scandal.
The pair feel each other collide more and more, as their skin swells hotter and hotter beneath their suits. Phil’s back arches, as Dan’s hand pushes against it. He moves his hands down to Phil’s ass, squeezing it even closer to his own body. He can’t hold himself from pulling Phil closer towards him, grinding against his open legs.
Their lips continue to pull and press against each others, as Phil feels the man’s weight against him. With every force that Dan’s crotch pushes into him, he struggles to hold himself back from sounding out his pleasure. After one heavy thrust, he releases noise that is high, and embarrassing. This is everything he had ever wanted.
As their lungs run out of air, the pair break apart from their ravenous kiss. They press their foreheads against one another’s, breathing together. A tired Dan plants his head into the shoulder of Phil’s jacket, barely able to breathe in his own. Phil leans into the man’s curls, letting out a satisfied smile.
With Dan facing downward, he gets a hold of Phil’s arm, pulling it towards him. There, he places Phil’s hand over his crotch, making sure he can feel just how hard his length is. Phil complies, wrapping his fingers around the outline to make out the size of it.
“See what you do, Phil?” Dan breathes into Phil’s shoulder. His breath is hot, and his sweat drips over the man’s suit. He expects the other man to finally understand, and give in to his starvation.
“Well, finally.” Phil, however, has other plans. He responds bluntly, pretending not to care. “You were ignoring me the whole time—it seemed like you didn’t want to give me attention.
Dan is way too horny to have a fight right now. “Phil– we were filming. You know that isn’t really me on camera.” He explains achingly, trying to get Phil back on his side.
“Oh yeah? Then what is the real you?” Phil asks cunningly.
“This. The one who is giving you all his attention right now.” Dan’s voice, despite its low tone, is hoarse, and desperate. He doesn’t have time to play Phil’s mind games. He knows exactly what he wants. “I want to fuck you, Phil.”
Phil doesn’t expect Dan to respond to quickly, let alone so adamantly. It kind of makes his heart hitch, knowing that Dan is so eager to prove how hungry he is. He’ll do anything to submit to Phil’s dominance, and show just how bad he wants it. It only turns Phil on even more.
And yet, even as his body begs to just relieve itself already and feel Dan inside of him, he can’t help himself from dragging it out longer. Phil decides to toy with Dan even more, and develops a new mission: drive him absolutely insane.
Phil moves his body further into the countertop, loosening his legs from Dan’s back. He watches the man’s face drop, as the picture of losing Phil’s possession flashes before his eyes. That slight bit of fear only makes Phil all the more aroused.
“Oh yeah?” He quips manipulatively. He knows it makes Dan even more irritated to be edged, to not get what he yearns for.
“Phil, I will do anything to be inside of you right now.” Dan quickly moves his hands back onto Phil’s thighs, trying to pull him back towards him. His desperation just makes Phil’s length twitch.
“I don’t know… you’re going to have to ask nicely.” And yet, Phil denies his own desires, holding it out even longer. He won’t be satisfied until he sees Dan pleading for him.
“Please– my cock is literally begging for it.” Dan immediately submits to Phil’s demand. He bows his head into Phil’s thighs, barely even scraping to get a taste. He doesn’t deserve it, it seems. He needs his master to give him permission.
“Show me how much you beg, Dan.” Phil commands. Now, he completely asserts his power over the other man.
Dan gives in no longer. He immediately gets on his knees, bowing to the blonde-headed man sitting above him. Dan tilts his head upwards to face his controller, as his eyes furrow and plead for leniency.
“Please. Please let me fuck you, Phil.” Dan’s lip quivers, and his mouth hangs open, salivating. He digs his knees further into the ground, uncaring for whether they get bruised. He’s too starved to take no from an equally-hungry Phil. However, the towering man hasn’t found his satisfaction yet.
“Hm… I don’t know…” Phil taunts one final time. This is the final straw—this is what makes Dan go completely mad.
“I fucking need it. I can’t bear another minute without you.” Dan sinks his head into Phil’s thighs, bowing down in helplessness. He cups his hands together, as if in prayer. He whimpers, completely famished. “Please, Phil.”
Finally, Phil’s hunger is satisfied. Hearing the shutter in Dan’s breath, watching the starvation and the powerlessness build in his eyes, and seeing the man physically bow before him, made Phil feel completely in control.
His cock pushes against the lining of his pants for the last time, and his body practically calls on his next move. Phil, however, has grown so incredibly greedy. He wants to keep his power, even if he knows he’ll lose it in the next couple minutes. He thinks for a moment, and decides not to give Dan any verbal gratification.
Phil slowly drags his hand across the table towards him, brushing it up against his suited silhouette, bringing it down to his nether region. He carefully uses his fingers to walk across the seams, eventually arriving at the zipper. He fiddles his thumb around the pull tab, easing Dan’s attention into the sight he prepares to reveal. He then pinches it slowly, pulling it downward. The zips pop apart one by one, and the fabric slit gapes to reveal what’s underneath.
Phil teases even more, slowly caressing his hand back up to his underwear below. He stretches out his fingers, spreading his pant flaps even wider to make his reveal more visible. Before he can even begin to tug at the hem of his underwear, still covering his bulge below, Dan’s head begins to crawl upward. He brushes against Phil’s inner thigh, planting soft kisses as he moves further up.
When Dan’s lips and Phil’s fingers finally meet at the same spot above his crotch, Phil finally pulls down his final layer of fabric, unleashing his suffocated cock. It springs out of its coat immediately, revealing itself to be already incredibly stiff. It isn’t spared a second to beg for stimulation, however, as Dan immediately jumps to wrap his mouth around it.
Finally, Phil’s hunger is relieved, and his body relaxes into the warmth of Dan. It’s an itch deep inside of his system, finally being scratched. All of his senses fizzle away, as he melts into the embrace of Dan’s mouth around him. His whole conscience transfers to his cock, dampening with every slick motion, being wrung now by a tight embrace.
Dan’s tongue swirls around the length, enclosing it with his own wet force. He pushes against the thin layer of skin over it, binding it within his mouth. Phil sweats through to that region only, while the rest of his body, sheathed by his attire, remains dry.
Phil’s stomach caves inward, as he savours the feeling of being absolutely sucked clean. He can’t help but feel more aroused by the head between his thighs, pushing them even wider open. Dan is on his knees, swallowing Phil’s body from below his chest. This man is relegated, and serves him exactly how he wants to be. Eventually, Phil finds himself making sounds he's never made in his life.
After a rhythmic ritual of pleasure, Dan’s lips let go of Phil’s cock, as a saliva trail holds the two together. Phil is completely covered in Dan’s fluids. But, for both of them, it’s not enough. Dan rises from his kneeling, and pulls Phil into him by the lapel. They begin to kiss heavily. Phil is dragged off the counter to stand on his feet, but doesn’t hesitate to give in to Dan’s force.
Dan presses the edges of his mouth into Phil’s, sweeping his tongue against the outside of Phil’s lips to dampen them. Phil gladly invites his gestures, stirring his own tongue into the other man’s openings.
The two both pull against the collars of the other’s suit, desperate to bring them closer to their body. Through the thick layers of wool and cotton, they insist on feeling every crevice of the other’s chest, hips, and groin using their own. Both of their lengths constrict against the fabric, but crash against each other, pulling at the skin beneath. Phil feels Dan’s firmness through his pants, as it brushes against his bare, equally-rigid cock.
Their pace begins to increase rapidly, as their lips slobber over each other even more hungrily. They can’t spare even a second where they aren’t touching, as they nip at the other’s margins. Their mouths gape open wider and wider, swallowing down and relishing every sound that the other makes.
As they brush their attire against each other, the powdered mess laying on top only mixes together, dispersing even larger clouds of dust. There is flour everywhere, as the two of them pay no mind to it. They can only focus on how good the other tastes. After all, this is only the first step.
When they finally break apart, it’s impossible to distract from the fabric that divides them from taking things further. As Phil’s cock hangs out, Dan’s remains compressed beneath his own pants, smothered from their release. As Phil’s own length remains soaked and throbbing, he can’t bear the thought of not having Dan’s fluids to moisten him as well. He can’t bear that Dan has all that length, only for it to not be inside of him.
“Dan– my hole is hungry.” Phil whimpers breathily. Now, he doesn’t care about being discreet, or hiding what he feels. He knows exactly what he’s missing.
“Already ahead of you.” Dan puffs out.
And without a second to waste, he flips Phil over to his stomach, purely with the strength of his hold. Dan slams Phil over the countertop, pushing his chest into the marble surface. Phil submits to his force, and lets him take control.
As Dan presses his body against Phil’s back, Phil’s hips jerk. It’s an involuntary movement, just his body responding to the friction, but it sends the immediate signal that his heart also calls for: I want you. He feels Dan’s crotch thumb against him, hard and aching, fitting perfectly in the gap between his thighs.
With no patience, Dan pulls down the upper half of his pants, finally freeing his cock from compression. In the open air, it immediately grows even longer, and more rigid.
Dan scrambles to lift the lower back area of Phil’s suit, just enough that the edges don’t block his view of Phil’s ass. He doesn’t even bother taking them off, despite how annoyingly constricting they are. The pair can barely move their arms properly, and they feel forcibly tied from being able to hold each other better. But at this moment, they are both way too horny to even care. If their cocks spend even a single second additional second untouched, unpleased, it might just end their lives. They are way too famished.
Dan lifts the front of his button-up, biting on the hem to let his abdomen breathe. He spits into his hand, and wets his fingers, before rimming them around Phil’s hole. The sudden push makes Phil twitch, as he pulsates open, inviting Dan’s touch. His fingers are slender, and softer than what he expects out of a man so hungry. But inside, Phil knows that their length and how carefully they dig inside of him, barely compares to the length he’s about to receive.
After tedious lubrication, Dan prepares his cock, aiming it in between Phil’s legs. With how high it rises, how much it throbs in Phil’s direction, it’s no challenge to get into the hole immediately, and find exactly where to push. Without hesitation, and with an unquenched thirst, Dan slips himself inside of Phil, feeling his skin pull against the rim of his hole.
Right away, the pair share one loud groan, savouring the pressure of the other. Everything feels tight—their jackets narrow the mobility of their bodies, their pants tie their legs close together, and Phil’s cavity perfectly encases Dan’s shaft. It’s so constricting, it’s as though every inch of the both of them is tied up, only able to move in and out of each other. It simply drives their sweat even more, making them wet all over.
Dan’s cock instinctually digs even deeper, and he begins to pump it slowly into Phil. He maintains his hands around Phil’s waist, digging into the curves of his sides. He feels Phil’s back naturally arch as he pulls Phil in & out of his length, pushing him to take it all.
Dan’s strokes begin to increase in pace as he moans loudly in turn. His sounds filled out the desolate room. Phil simply takes it, letting his hole expand around Dan’s girth. He bites his lips so hard, that his skin somehow turns whiter than it already is.
This whole day, Phil had been begging for this to happen. He wanted nothing more but to forget their filming responsibilities, and have Dan top him, wearing the very suit that aroused these thoughts in the first place. He loved that, in this moment, he was completely incapable of moving, being forced to take Dan’s deep pounding.
Yet, despite being the one bent over, taking Dan’s length like a good bunny, he knew he was the one in control. He carefully curated every step leading up to this. He is the reason why this was even a thought, and why it followed through. He is the reason why Dan even wanted him folded on the counter in the first place, and why he fucked him so insanely hard now. Even Dan knows it: Phil’s force is too powerful to resist.
The air grows hotter from inside their blazers, and the sweat only makes the pair squelch even further. The extra lubrication allows Dan’s cock to slip even more easily inside of Phil. Dan moves deeper and deeper, hitting the roof of Phil’s insides. Their skin grows stickier and stickier, and their bodies are unable to separate from each other.
Phil relaxes into Dan’s length, enjoying each inch of him. He feels safe knowing he has precedence over him. He allows himself to let out a few soft moans, savouring his own appetite. He buries himself into his arms, and remains content in his control. However, what he doesn’t expect is the movement that follows.
Phil feels his head be pulled upwards, and suddenly, he isn’t the one in charge. Dan pulls a wild card, and makes a move impulsively. His hand comes up, and covers Phil’s mouth. Suddenly, his mouth has lost its vessel, and he can’t breathe anymore. Dan is choking him.
Phil’s eyes go wide, and he loses his train of motion. This was something he hadn’t asked of his prey. He, in this position, was given something unexpectedly arousing.
Inadvertently, Phil’s body squeezes, accidentally tightening his hole around Dan’s length. Dan immediately reacts, thrusting deeper into the man.
“Nghh– Fuck– Phil, don’t do that–” Dan whimpers, trying to slow himself down. His body, however, has other plans. Phil decides to deliberately squeeze himself tighter again, which only makes Dan thrust even more.
“Why not? Don’t you love the way you feel inside of me?” Phil quips through his groans, trying to play off his own pleasure. He can’t help himself from letting out a soft moan himself, as Dan pumps deeper inside of him.
And surely enough, Dan’s cock gets the best out of him, and pounds faster into the man bent over. He can’t resist from wanting to feel Phil even more around him.
“Phil– Fuck– I think I’m gonna…” He grunts, unable to finish his sentence, pushing even faster into Phil. He runs out of breath, completely consumed by the pleasure he feels in his groin. He tries to muster up the strength to speak again, but his eyes forcefully shut, and his body can’t resist focusing on his pleasure. Phil, however, knows exactly what’s going to come out of this, and he won’t let it be taken from him.
“Then fucking do it for me.” He demands. He clenches even tighter, making sure Dan remembers who is meant to be in charge.
The man takes the memo, and sinks his head into Phil’s shoulder. He wraps his arms around Phil, as though he’s clinging on for dear life. Dan moans messily and loudly, seemingly losing all of his power.
He thrusts faster than he can control, and sooner, makes a sharp exit, successfully driving himself over the edge. He comes all over Phil’s back, letting out buckets of his own fluids. They continue to flow, and flow, and Phil stands completely drenched.
When Dan is able to gain a little bit of consciousness again, he instinctually reaches out to Phil’s cock, motioning to help him finish. But before he can even start jerking, Phil lets out an array of whimpered sobs, and Dan holds himself in place, submitting to Phil’s unspoken demands.
Simply the feeling of Dan’s fluids, dripping all over his back, was enough to make Phil mad. Dan’s own creation, the substance of his own pleasure, was piled on top of Phil’s body, almost like a reward for his service. It was the silent, sticky proof that said; you felt so good, you quenched my hunger. This is exactly what he wanted: a good glazing after a topping.
Not long after the first of Dan’s resolving splatters did Phil climax himself. He couldn’t hold himself back from letting out a loud moan, coming all over Dan’s hand. Dan commits himself to serving his dominator, making sure to catch all of his fluids before it drips on the floor.
When the rush finally settles, the pair go boneless, and they fall onto each other. They breathe into the other, with Dan on Phil’s neck, and Phil turning towards Dan’s hold, collecting themselves together.
The two remain drenched in their sweat and fluids, too overwhelmed to pull back. For the moment, they decide to rest, and worry about their troubles later. Even though they can’t see each other’s faces, they smile.
After a few minutes, Dan’s senses awaken, and he pushes himself up from his hunch. He tries his best to brush himself off, only to notice the mess before him. There’s cum on his partner’s back, all over his hand, as well as flour, sugar, cinnamon, and all sorts of granules scattered all over their attire.
“Shit. We have to clean the kitchen again. That’s another healthcode violation.” He proclaims.
Recollecting their strength, Dan finally parts himself from Phil, and motions for a paper towel. He begins to wipe away the sticky mess they created, making sure to clean Phil’s back extra thoroughly. Phil continues to rest in his arms, leaning over the counter. He can’t bring himself to be responsible right now.
Phil just had the best intermission of his life, and now, he has to face the disaster they made out of it. He would say he’s lucky enough that his coat is white, that his substances won’t show so obviously on it. That would be the case, of course, if they hadn’t made such a huge powdered mess on both of theirs.
He shrugs to take off the coat, and the rest of his dirty clothing. He slumps, now that he has to settle back to reality. As he ruminates on his resolved fantasy, he sinks into the kitchen floor, despondent. It was never about the video, the baked goods, the setup—he just wanted to be with Dan, and show him how much he loved him.
After Dan returns from grabbing them some clean clothes, he notices Phil’s lack of movement, and decides to approach him. He takes a seat next to him on the floor.
“Hey– forget what I said about the videos.” He assures.
Phil furrows his brows, confused. He turns to face Dan beside him, who surely enough, is already looking back at him. He smiles, safe.
“We still have about half the time left. Let’s just relax—I’ll cuddle you.”
He holds his hand out to invite Phil’s. The man accepts, smiling back. He lets out a deep sigh, thinking.
“I really enjoyed that. I just…” Phil starts. He folds his arms into his knees, looking forward. There’s a lot he wants to get off his mind.
“I feel like maybe we deserve to have some things be just for us. These fancy outfits, this fun baking… I’d like to do it off-camera, too.” Phil continues. He sucks in his lips, trying to wipe his sorrow away. “Not everything we do needs to be about content.”
Dan listens with an open ear, and smiles bittersweetly. He tilts towards Phil, understanding. “I know. You’re the one who taught me that.”
Phil turns back to look at Dan, honoured that he really means it. His heart grows calm, and he smiles.
“So let’s not make it about content. We can come back to things later after we’re done baking, is that alright?” Dan assures Phil, and wraps his arm around the man’s shoulder.
Phil smiles, and nods softly. He rests his head onto Dan’s shoulder. This is what he truly wants: to love Dan, and cherish the warmth that he brings forth.
“I love you, Phil.” Dan utters, planting a soft kiss into Phil’s forehead.
“I love you, Dan.” Phil responds, savouring the warmth of his embrace.
Even if they had just had sex moments earlier, the beautiful thing about their love is that both vulnerability and intimacy can coexist. He supposes; a glazing after a topping can mean two things.