Ö´ ࣪đ¤ áśť đ đ° âItâs a safe assumption that youâd want to save me now. But Iâll never face castration, for your sacred sow is left slaughtered.â
So, some chick I knew for.. a minute - was goinâ on and on about this app, so I figured Iâll give it a shot. Realized that Iâve never made an official account or âblogâ, so here it is, alongside some facts:
âŁď¸ Call me Phil, Philip, or simply Anselmo, choice is yours.
âŁď¸ Send me ANYTHING horror related. Big horror fanatic, especially about those classic horror films without color.
âŁď¸ You can also send me some slow heavy metal, or even softer music; Iâm into that too.
âŁď¸ Boxing is also fun. Big boxing fanatic. Will take opinions and recommendations with open arms.
âŁď¸ What I will NOT take is shit talking about my brothers in my bands. You spit any hot shit about them because you think youâre hot shit, I promise thatâll be the last time youâre on here.
âŁď¸ Ask me things and see what bullshit I spew out. Canât promise youâll like the response, though.
~ Mod notes âą
PLACE IN TIME: 1992-94; recording/releasing FBD, also working on demos w Down
responses/posts in character will be in white and bold as seen above, as mod messages will be italicized, white and in normal font, beginning with a tilde ( ~ ), and/or signed off with LH (âlocally hatedâ, mods motto)
nsfw or related content is fine w me to an extent, just nothing disgusting or literally illegal please
headcannons for this Phil blog is that heâs a closeted bisexual, living with so much damn undiagnosed pain in his back and raging guilt for his feelings, so he tries to cover it all up as much as possible by sleeping around, drinking and smoking (me too bro dw)
ships?? yes?? any?? honestly the most common ship Iâve seen w Phil is x Dimebag, but if yall know anymore please lmk (Iâm not a big Dime x Phil fan but am a Pepper Keenan x Phil fan, đ them pleaseâŚ)(WRITING ABT PHIL AND PEPPER RN YAYAYYAYAY)
interactions w other blogs/rps is greatly accepted and maybe even recommended as this rp blog is just for fun and not directed for any specific rps, but Iâm open to anything tbh
SOME THINGS TO NOTE:
when Phil is drunk, heâll tend to reblog posts consisting of the same things, whether it be of photos or music or any same media and topic. when Phil is high, heâll yap and yap about whatever he may yap about. when his emotions get the best of him (whether that be pain, anxiety, or lust), he may find a post that relates to his feelings, maybe not. heâs unpredictable. just be weary. THIS IS DONE IN CHARACTER AND IN MY INTERPRETATIONS OF HIM AS A CHARACTER.
this blog is meant for fun and how I imagine Phil, not to impersonate him or his personal life. i interpret him with my own opinions and headcannons (if those are the right words) and in no way intend to disrespect or insult him. with that being said, what is posted under this blog is posted as a character and what i think said character would be/is know to be interested in, his thoughts/feelings, etc etc. mod is @farbeyondthetrndkill
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You keep this love (thing), love (child), love (toy)
You keep this love (fist), love (scar), love (break)
You keep this love, love, love
You keep this love, love, love
You keep this love....
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Dime telling a story about Phil being fucked up when they met Gene Simmons from KISS but that Gene ended up liking him and followed him around lmao (lol fanboy Phil "He was actually like smiling at me and shit!")
Then about Phil meeting Ozzy for the first time and Phil kissing his ring and then taking off lmao "He scared me man, it was Ozzy!"
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cw: implied sex, reference to past alcohol abuse, fear of others knowing, small kissing
Phil almost wanted to fall asleep in Pepperâs embrace, enveloped in his warm arms and surrounded by the warm water around their bodies. Phil was sat between Pepperâs legs with his back against his chest, his fingers loosely tangled with his and his head resting against his shoulder, allowing him enough space to turn his face and bury it into the side of Pepperâs neck. Pepper held him against his chest as he gently scrubbed their bodies, cleaning their skin of all sweat and other fluids from their first sexual experience with one another. Phil hummed deeply against Pepperâs skin as he dragged the wet and soapy washcloth up his bare torso, his lips curled into a warm and content grin and his voice low and hoarse as he mumbled.
âYou nearly put me to sleep in there, yâknow that?â
Pepper had his head gently resting against Philâs while he listened to them, letting out a quiet chuckle as he recalled the way Phil was a mess just a few moments ago. He pressed a soft kiss to Philâs temple before nuzzling against his shoulder, taking in his natural scent mixing with the clean smell of body soap and the warm water as he spoke.
âI know it. Hell, you nearly knocked me out on the spot. Guess we know now for next time, huh?â
Phil laughed softly at Pepperâs response, humming and nodding in response to his question. Next time sounded amazing to him, maybe not right at this moment, though. Phil wanted to melt against Pepper's chest so bad, to just merge their bodies together and absorb all of Pepperâs touches and warmth for himself, but something on his mind refrained him from doing so. A large question on his mind worried him.
âYou donât think, uh⌠the guysâll say anythinâ?â
âI donât see any reason as to why they would,â Pepper responded in a soft tone, taking a moment to scrub Philâs legs and to think before he spoke again, his gaze following how his hand gently ran over his loverâs skin with Phil leaning into his chest, his head leaned back against his shoulder. âThereâs no need for them to know if you donât want them toâŚâ
The guys didnât have to know. Their relationship doesnât have to be public, and they can keep it all to themselves. But Phil still worried if the others would sense anything different about him, as they were already aware of his heavy drinking. He had cut back on the drinking quite a bit, except the other night at their last show in the city. Sure, heâd drank more than he couldâve ever handled, but Pepper was the first to step up and take care of him. Pepper was always the first to make sure he was okay before asking anything.
Phil sighed softly through his nostrils and nodded, his hands finding Pepperâs on his chest and gently holding them there beneath his palms, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Pepper's neck before he spoke in a warm voice, a faint smile of comfort tugging on his lips.
âYeah, I guess that makes sense. Maybe Iâm just overthinking it all, âspecially with how they already look at me.â
Pepper hummed softly at the brush of Philâs lips against his skin, each kiss making his heart swell in his chest with how much he truly loved Phil.âDonât worry about it, hon. Iâve always made sure they kept to their own business, and that wonât change a bit when it comes to you.â
Phil turned carefully in Pepperâs arms to face him, lightly pressing their chests together as he caught Pepperâs lips with his own in a slow, firm kiss, smiling against his mouth as Pepper was more than happy to return the affection. Pepper wrapped his arms around Philâs waist to keep him close, as Phil gently held his face in his hands, keeping their faces close as they melted against one anotherâs lips. After a long moment, they slowly broke the kiss to look at each other, their lips both stuck in warm smiles as their gaze was deep and sincere, silently telling the other everything he needed to know without saying a word.
cw: explicit language, morning sex, first-timers, kitchen countertop, only use of prep being a condom, anal penetration, praise
Last night almost seemed like a dream to both Phil and Pepper, unable to believe that they melted against each other so easily just from a few kisses. Phil and Pepper were both known for their talents and attitude on stage to all their fans, whether that be in their individual bands or in Down, and were hardly ever seen as anything else except tough and brash among the public. Of course, they were humble with their fans when addressing crowds or meeting fans, but never as soft as they were this morning.
Pepper was laid on his back over the firm cushions of the couch, his head turned to the side enough to lightly rest his cheek on top of Philâs head and his arms wrapped firmly around his waist under his unbuttoned flannel. Phil had his face buried into the crook of the other manâs neck, his own arms wrapped firmly around his waist to cling to him as his hands had loosened their grip on Pepperâs shirt, but were flat against the firm muscle of his back through the fabric. The bright morning sun blared through the screen door enough to wake Phil up, who slowly stirred and grumbled sleepily beneath his breath. He turned his face up to find Pepper still asleep beneath him, causing a warm and fond smile to tug on his lips. He leaned up to press a gentle kiss under Pepperâs chin before carefully unwrapping himself from the manâs arms, crawling off the couch as quietly as possible. He attempted to stretch as he walked into the kitchen, but he was reminded of the hot knife that stabbed his lower spine. A slight since crossed his features at the feeling, although he felt that it wasnât as bad as it used to be since he was slowly growing used to it. He glanced back at Pepperâs sleeping figure, contemplating what he could do to soothe it without looking like a fool in front of the one person heâd hate to break his trust with, especially after the talk they had the other night.
On the car ride home after their show, although he was slightly inebriated himself, Pepper was quick to grab Philâs attention through his drunken haze on the way he was behaving with his alcohol dependence. Pepper was well aware of how much pain Phil had to live in, even if he couldnât imagine how bad it truly was. Regardless, Pepper was more than glad to help Phil through the pain by lending him a shoulder to lean on when he needed it, giving him space when asked, and being at his side when he needed him most. With a looser tongue, Pepper expressed to Phil that heâd prefer to see him drunk and having a fun time rather than looking miserable and sad when under the influence. That shook something in Phil, and made him realize that he was starting to fail the best thing in his life. He needed to change.
He decided heâd probably just shower after breakfast. That would definitely help. He glanced up at the clock on the wall to see it was way earlier than he thought, the time being nearly 7:30 in the morning. He noticed that the house didnât smell like coffee compared to yesterday morning, assuming Pepper fell asleep before he could set the coffee machine. Heâd take care of him and wake him with a hot cup of fresh coffee in return for how warmly he treated him yesterday in his hungover state. Phil walked into the kitchen to fill the coffee machine with water, filling it enough for about four cups total. As he reached up into the cabinets in search of the coffee grounds, a pair of warm arms wrapped around his bare waist beneath the fabric of his open flannel, a stubbly chin resting on his shoulder as Pepperâs face buried into the crook of his neck with a low grumble. Seems like someone missed him.
âWell, good morninâ to you,â Phil chuckled softly, finally pulling down the container of coffee grounds and shutting the cabinet. Pepper grumbled softly in response against his skin, pressing a soft and lazy kiss to the side of his neck as his arms tightened slightly around his waist. Phil placed an arm over one of Pepperâs, gently brushing his thumb over the back of his hand as he poured scoops of coffee grounds into the coffee filter in the machine, attempting to focus on setting coffee to make instead of melting back against the otherâs chest.
âYâwere kissinâ me an awful lot last night,â Pepper spoke softly against Philâs neck, his lips curling into a faint grin as he recalled the way his lips felt against his skin, the way their lips felt against one anotherâs.
âCouldnât get you to wake up any other way,â Phil hummed and shrugged in response casually, reaching to grab two mugs from the dish drainer beside the sink before he was pulled back into Pepperâs chest, who groaned quietly against Philâs neck as he pressed himself firmly against Philâs back.
Phil opened his mouth to playfully protest; that was, until he felt Pepperâs hips press flush against his backside. He wanted to assume that whatever was rubbing against him was Pepperâs belt buckle from his jeans, but at the same time, he hoped it wasnât. Peppers lips began leaving a slow, lazy trail of kisses along Philâs neck, his voice deep and strained from lack of use and the early hour as his hands slid down to grip Philâs hips, pulling them back against himself to lightly grind into him.
Phil grunted softly at the sudden friction, his hands finding purchase of the edges of the countertop as he tipped his head down, closing his eyes in an attempt to collect himself despite the feelings that were beginning to resurface from last night, the feelings he thought he either slept off or forgot about. His voice came out a low, raspy whisper, almost like a plea as his hips twitched in Pepperâs grip.
âDamn, Pep- Didnât think you were so easyâŚâ
âThanks to those stupidly soft lips of yours, hon,â Pepper breathed in response, his fingers toying with the waistband of Philâs shorts before moving around to the front, brushing his fingers up his bare torso beneath his flannel to push the fabric off his shoulders, allowing his lips to explore the skin there. Phil couldnât bite back the shaky gasp at the light brush of Pepperâs fingers and lips against his skin, having to rely on the counter before him to keep him from crumbling beneath the touch. He buried his face into his folded arms on the flat surface, attempting to quiet the soft shudders and small whines that slipped from his lips. Phil had never felt like this in any sexual encounter heâs had; he was always the one having to give, getting barely anything or even nothing in return. For him to be worshipped and touched like this was almost something new for him, and he was soaking up every bit of it he could.
Pepperâs hands slid back down to Philâs shorts, beginning to slowly unbutton them before he paused, brushing his lips up the side of Philâs neck so he could ask in such a soft, almost sincere voice that nearly contrasted his actions:
âDo you⌠really want this? Iâve never done something like this, and I donât want to⌠push past any of your boundaries.â
Phil shuddered at that, not just because of the way his warm breath fanned over his skin, but because of how he cared. In response, Phil rolled his hips back against Pepper, causing his breath to hitch in his throat before he tried to clear his throat of its sudden dryness, responding in a soft voice that was nearly a whisper, something vulnerable and new.
âDonât ask me stupid ass questions, Pep. Just⌠Letâs figure this out right here. And now.â
Phil didnât mean to sound so demanding or rude, but he was pushed way past the point of need now. The bulge beneath his shorts strained against the fabric so tightly he was almost afraid heâd come undone from the smallest touch, and Pepper was quick to notice that. Although he was taken back a bit by Philâs words, he completely understood his need as it matched his own. One of Pepperâs hands firmly held Philâs hips against his own as the other continued undoing his shorts, slipping his hand beneath the opened fabric to firmly cup his hardening cock through the fabric of his boxers, just enough to pull a groan of pleasure and slight frustration out of Phil. Pepper pressed his face against Philâs shoulder as he began rubbing his palm against Phil, his hips grinding into his ass to try and relieve some of the pressure in his own pants, his voice breathy and deep against Philâs skin.
âFuck, Phil⌠Yâsure you want this here? Not even on the couch or somewhere more comforta-â
âDamnit, Pep, I canât- You have no idea h-how long Iâve been needinâ this- fuck-â
The sound of desperation and impatience in Philâs voice sent a pang of something Pepper couldnât quite decipher in his chest, something between desire and a stronger sense of attraction to Phil, whatever that may be. Pepper huffed softly, reluctantly withdrawing his hand from Philâs shorts to grab his hips again, almost gently guiding him to lean against the countertop more comfortably as he helped him out of his shorts and boxers, letting them pool at his ankles. He stood upright behind Phil now, his hips still pressed firmly against Philâs ass as he began to work himself out of his jeans and boxers together, pulling out his leather wallet from his back pocket and tossing it onto the counter next to Philâs body.
âAlright, alright.. Just- try to relax a bit, yeah? Yâknow I wouldnât wanna hurt yaâŚâ Pepper sighed shakily, almost as if he was nervous of what was about to happen. He reached over to grab his wallet, pulling out a pre-lubricated condom hidden in one of the card slots. Phil peered up from where he hid his face in his arms, unable to stop himself from breathing out a shaky chuckle as he peered over his shoulder at Pepper, both of their faces flushed and both slightly breathless despite barely doing anything.
âYou just carry one of those around, man?,â Phil asked jokingly in a hushed, shaky voice, his eyes dark and pupils blown as he looked at Pepper, who laughed breathlessly and rolled his eyes at Phil, giving his bare hip a light smack, gaining a huff of a gasp in return.
âShut up, you. No, not usually. Kirk gave it to me just randomly; said he didnât need it since he was married.â
Phil rolled his eyes at the story, able to believe it, knowing how the band's other guitar player was with his gag gifts and jokes. The small moment of humor seemed to ease both of their nerves just a bit, Phil burying his face back into his arms with a shaky sigh as he tried to relax with soft, deep breaths, feeling completely safe and vulnerable in Pepperâs hands, the sound of the condom being ripped open sending a shiver up his spine.
As Pepper physically prepped himself, he couldnât stop how his heart wanted to pound out of his chest, excitement and slight nervousness coursing through his veins. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Phil, especially after the tender moment they shared last night, and especially now that he was so exposed to him. But he knew Phil trusted him, and he knew Phil wanted this just as bad, if not more. Pepper gripped Philâs hips again, gripping the soft flesh firmly and lightly massaging his hips as he leaned over his body, gently kissing along Philâs neck and shoulders to soothe both Phil and himself.
With a shaky sigh, Pepper slowly pressed into Phil, just barely inserting the tip as the pressure of Philâs body slowly began to ease around him. Both Pepper and Phil gasped at the brand new sensation, Philâs hands gripping at his sleeves tightly as he pressed his lips into a thin line to bite back the whine that wanted to escape his throat, his eyes clenching shut in both a mixture of slight discomfort mixed with a growing pleasure. Pepper pressed his face against Philâs shoulder, sucking in a shaky inhale through his teeth as he tried to go as slow as he could, his fingers digging into Philâs hips as his tightness was already enough to drive him crazy.
âM-Mmf- F-Fuckinâ h-hell-â Phil gasped softly into his sleeve, his teeth tugging on the fabric in a desperate attempt to keep himself grounded and not get too swept up in the sensations flooding through his body, all a mixture of pleasure, pain, need, and love. Heâd rather be like this with Pepper than anybody else, and heâd only want to be like this with him a million times over if he could.
âJ-Just- damn- just breathe⌠r-relax-â Pepper tried to soothe Phil in his low, shaky drawl, his lips parted with gasps and quiet grunts against Philâs shoulder as he gave Phil a moment to adjust to the primary entrance, as well as himself. They both breathed heavily as they each adjusted to the feeling, the air around them thick and hot, maybe more than the air outside in the peak of a hot afternoon in Louisiana.
Phil was the first to break the silence, his voice low and hoarse as he spoke into his arm, the sound a bit muffled by the fabric of his sleeves and the soft whines and pants escaping him, his hips lightly rolling back against Pepper.
âCâmon, baby, please.. W-We ainât got all dayâŚâ
Pepper nodded softly in response against Philâs shoulder, forcing himself to stand upright and look down at Phil from behind, his eyes trailing down the length of his body as it lightly trembled, his torso expanding with every shaky breath he took in. The sight fed into the fire burning in Pepperâs core, his hips working into a slow yet mutually pleasurable pace against Phil as he groaned softly, his grip on Philâs hips tightening as he resisted the urge to just pull him back and fill him entirely, yet he knew they both had to work their way to grow accustomed to the feeling. Shaky gasps and small moans dripped from Philâs lips, filling the steamy air in the kitchen as it smelled of their sweat and sex, feeding into their desires.
âYeah, there you go⌠Y-Youâre doinâ good, hon- So damn good⌠Just breatheâŚâ Pepper encouraged in a breathless voice, keeping his hands glued to Philâs hips as he began rocking into him in slow, long strides, slowly working more of his hard cock into Phil. Phil groaned a bit louder in response to being filled more, his eyes threatening to roll into the back of his head at the overwhelming pleasure that began to overtake the pain, turning to press the side of his head against his arms as his hot breaths nearly suffocated him. Pepper could feel the familiar coil of heat growing in his lower stomach already, the tightness of Philâs body around him overwhelming him in pleasure.
Phil was seeing stars with how good he felt; being filled by Pepper with long, slow strides fed the fire in his belly, making him worry that he might cum faster than heâd want to. He wanted to relish in the moment forever, wanted to feel Pepper for as long as he could. He knew he was gonna feel Pepper for quite a while after this, but he certainly wasnât gonna complain about it. Pepper leaned his chest against Philâs bare back as his flannel slid down his body, hanging off his arms and exposing his muscular upper back, shoulders, and arms. Pepper pressed light, open-mouthed kisses along the back of his shoulders, moaning and grunting softly against the skin as he felt his pleasure slowly growing into a climax.
Phil could feel Pepperâs and his own climax approaching, even with the slow strides of his hips and Philâs own hand working his hard cock. The brush of Pepperâs lips against his skin fed into the fire in his belly, pulling more soft moans from his lips as he desperately tried to get Pepperâs name out, only managing to do so between choked whines and shaky gasps. Just before either of them could warn it, their climax found them faster than they could control it, with Phil cumming into his hand and Pepper filling his condom inside Phil. They both trembled against each other with shaky, heaving breaths, Pepperâs grip on Philâs hips never faltering as Phil felt like he could collapse, his legs shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure as his body was slumped against the counter.
After what seemed like a moment frozen in time, they both quietly and breathlessly chuckled, still pressed against one another as Pepper pressed a soft kiss to Philâs neck, who moaned softly at the feeling against his hot, buzzing skin. Pepper wrapped his arms firmly around Phil, brushing his palms along his slick, bare torso, slowly pulling out with a groan alongside Phil, already missing the sensation of being full. They stayed like that for another long moment, gathering their bearings and coming down from the high of their climax as much as possible before Phil mumbled against his arm softly, his lips curled into a pleased yet exhausted grin.
âDamnit, Pepper⌠Maybe we shouldâve moved to the couch or a bed.â
Pepper took a second to take in Philâs words before chuckling softly against his shoulder, Phil chuckling with him as they relished in each other's warmth and scent. Slowly pulling himself away from Phil, he slid off his condom carefully and quickly threw it away in the trash can under the sink, making a mental note to himself to take the trash out later. He went back to showering Philâs shoulders and back in warm kisses as he spoke softly, reaching down to help pull both their bottoms up between kisses.
âI think we should, uh, get cleaned up. Wouldnât wanna walk around a mess the rest of the day.â
Phil mumbled and nodded softly in response, seemingly too worn out to pick his own head up as his head was still slightly spinning from what they just experienced together. He felt all warm and fuzzy, not just from his orgasm, but from the love that Pepper showered him in.
âYeah, definitely⌠but, damn, if this wasnât a great morninâ, I donât know what to call it.â
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cw: a bit suggestive (neck kissing, single kiss but thatâs it I promise)
The clock on the wall above the opening wall to the kitchen read as 9:34 PM, the house illuminated by the dim warm light of the overhead stove light in the kitchen, the buzzing streetlights on the street outside their house as cars passed by with their bright lights on to see clearer, and the living room a light blue from the ending screen of the VHS film that had been playing before. The stillness of the house was especially apparent by the sleeping bodies of Phil and Pepper, still in each otherâs embrace on the couch like it was nothing. They had been sleeping for the past few hours, barely having moved except the few times Phil or Pepper may have barely shifted to get comfortable against the other. Their light snores and sleepy mumbles were the only other sounds to fill the air, not bothered by the world around them as they were in their own worlds.
It seemed Phil was beginning to stir from his sleep as his arms tightened around Pepper, burying his face further into his neck to try and grasp onto the last bits of sleep he could. Unable to do so, he grumbled under his breath, feeling way more refreshed and rested than he did after his earlier nap. He carefully pushed himself up with his hands on the couch cushions, his arms on either side of Pepperâs waist. The weight of the other manâs arm around his waist surprised him, not remembering it being there before he fell asleep. Although the contact was new, it sent a feeling through him, something he hadnât felt in a long time.
He was careful to not move around too much as he glanced up at the clock, although he did want Pepper to be awake alongside him so he wasnât so lonely at such a late hour. Biting his lip softly in contemplation, he decided heâd try and wake his friend gently, knowing very well that Pepper was a bit of a light sleeper. Phil began by whispering his name, barely patting his ribs with his palm. Nothing. He began loosely squeezing his biceps, also as an excuse to feel them under his hands, but also to try and wake him. Nothing. Maybe Pepper was a heavier sleeper than he initially thought. Phil sighed softly though his nose as he looked up at Pepper from his place on his chest, admiring the relaxed expression on his face and appreciating the weight of his arm around his waist. His eyes then began trailing down, slowing down as they trailed down the smooth expanse of skin along the side of his neck. The sight reminded him of something. He remembered how earlier, when watching that horror film, Pepperâs skin faintly prickled when Philâs breath barely fanned over his neck when he rested his chin atop his shoulder. That gave Phil an idea, although it was one he was almost terrified to do.
He began shifting carefully again, propping himself up on his hands on either side of Pepper and his knees, his legs still being intertwined with the others. He almost felt wrong doing this, not wanting to push boundaries or ruin the best thing he currently had in his life, but he decided it was about time he made his signs clearer. His head slowly dipped to the side of Pepperâs neck, just barely grazing his nose over the skin that smelled of cigarettes, faint hints of cologne, and something that was uniquely Pepper. His lips barely pressed against the skin, testing the waters for a split second to see if Pepper would react to that.
Nothing.
Phil couldnât handle anymore; he couldnât keep being a coward like this. If he really wanted a chance of anything with Pepper, now was his shot to prove it. His lips began leaving slow, almost lazy kisses against the side of Pepperâs neck, occasionally whispering his name in a deep rasp of a drawl that was only ever more apparent when he was riddled with fatigue. Pepperâs head twitched slightly at that, a soft sound of sleep rising from his throat. Phil took that as a sign that he mustâve been doing something right. He was too far deep to stop now anyway, even if he tried to. He couldnât back out of this now.
âPep⌠Câmon, get upâŚ,â Phil mumbled against Pepperâs skin, moving his kisses down to the crook of his neck, his hands slowly sliding up from the couch to Pepperâs chest, loosely grasping at the fabric of his shirt. Philâs flannel threatened to slide down his arm from his shoulder, though he was far more focused on the feel of Pepperâs skin beneath his lips. God, Phil had better hoped Pepper wasnât a grouch when he got woken up from a nap, or heâd really be in hot water and would really be embarrassed-
âYouâre too good at thatâŚâ Pepperâs deep, raspy voice filled Philâs ear, sounding almost a bit breathless as both of his hands gripped onto his hips, his legs stretching out slightly as he tilted his head back, exposing more skin along his neck in silent offering.
Phil nearly stopped at the sudden knowledge that Pepper had woken up so suddenly like that, not at all expecting it. The sound of Pepperâs voice rumbling in his ear, his warm and calloused hands against the soft flesh of his hips under his loose flannel, fueled the sudden heat that had begun coursing through his veins. He hadnât even realized that Pepperâs own skin grew hotter beneath his lips, but as he trailed kisses to the front of his neck, he definitely noticed it now. The flutter of Pepperâs heartbeat against his chest was felt through Philâs chest as he allowed himself to lie back down against him, his hands slowly inching beneath Pepperâs shirt to meet the warm, firm muscles of his abdomen. The new feeling made his breath hitch in his throat, letting out a small gasp that fanned over Pepperâs skin. In response, Pepperâs fingers began to gently rub his hips, almost in a soothing manner as soft gasps and hums of his own began to escape him with each brush of Philâs lips.
âDamnit, Anselmo, youâre such a sap..,â Pepper huffed softly with a small chuckle, barely opening his eyes to try and glance down at Phil, who was too focused on showering every inch of skin he could reach with his affection. Phil smiled warmly with a hum in response against Pepperâs skin, pressing a light kiss to his Adamâs apple before picking his head up to hover over Pepperâs, simply looking down at him and admiring the light flush that dusted over his cheeks. He snickered quietly, his voice coming out a soft whisper.
Pepper raised an eyebrow at that, raising a hand from Philâs hip to gently cup his cheek, brushing his calloused thumb over his high cheekbone as a teasing yet affectionate grin tugged on his lips, his gaze dropping down to Philâs lips as he spoke.
âSays the one whoâs as red as an apple right now. Somethinâ tells me youâre a little more affected by⌠whatever that was than I am.â
Phil couldnât help the laugh that escaped him at Pepperâs response, not even sure himself as to what possessed him to turn into a mushy mess and go so soft on Pepper. He could see the small shift in Pepperâs gaze as it dropped to his lips, feeling his throat go a bit dry as he instinctively licked his lips. Pepper wasnât sure what exactly came over him either as to what reverted him to something so soft beneath Phil, but he didnât bother to worry about it now. He only gently pinched Philâs chin between his thumb and index finger before slowly pulling his face closer, pressing their lips together in something that seemed to drain all the tension and stress from both their shoulders for what felt like an endless minute. Phil hummed softly in appreciation against Pepperâs lips before reluctantly pulling back, burying his face into the crook of his neck. Pepper wrapped his arms firmly around Philâs waist under the loose fabric of his unbuttoned flannel, either of them still too tired from the late hour to do anything further. Instead, they laid there for several more minutes, simply relishing in each otherâs warmth. A silent question hovered between them both in the tender moment, either too afraid to ask it as to avoid ruining the warmth of it all: