push and pull - chapter 2
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Phil gently twirls the hair at the base of Dan’s neck around his finger. “What do you like about it?” He’s teasing now, pushing, but it can’t really be helped with the way Dan is practically melting into his hold.
Dan’s knuckles flex where he’s gripping Phil’s hips, fingertips digging into that plush bit of skin. “Like that it’s slutty,” he manages to get out between breaths.
Phil laughs, but it comes out more like a shallow puff of air. “Yeah?” he prods, his voice tinged with put-on exasperation and organic arousal. “You like when I dress up pretty for you?”
Dan groans and presses his forehead into the side of Phil’s face, like he’s trying to bury himself inside his temple. “Phil,” he groans.
“What do you like most?” Phil asks, tilting his head so their lips are nearly brushing. “The ears?” He bobs his head a bit, making the hood shift, the ears dancing along with the motion.
Dan sucks in a harsh breath.
“Or the cutout?” Phil traces the head of the cat with a delicate finger, Dan’s eyes following the movement unconsciously, unable to look away.
Slowly, gently, Phil’s hand trails further down between them, coming to rest at the hemline of the dress. He lets his palm flatten and smooth across the fabric as much as he’s able to with his half-hard dick pressing up obscenely against it. “No, you like this best, huh?” Phil whispers hotly against Dan’s ear. “My thighs, my ass.”
