phan

Season 1: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0B1abPadeJZ84c3JpLVFVTUpMc1U?usp=sharing

Season 2: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0B1abPadeJZ84WnZPc0xGVEgyNUE?usp=sharing

Season 3: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0B1abPadeJZ84TDhTYUE4Ry1iTWM?usp=sharing

Bonus vostfr

Saison 1 : https://t.co/A1PPTEXIwU

double pastel!phan is my aesthetic and my sexuality

-they’re in dan’s room, looking at his collection of flower crowns because they both insist that their own collection is bigger. they bicker loads of the time actually, and this is no different, but the arguments aren’t out of irritation. they’re more a banting sort of manner that gets dan all riled up and flushed as they compete with each other instead of cranky and prideful.

-phil eventually has to concede this one, because not only does dan’s collection outnumber his, but the quick transitions between dan’s sweet lilac curls framed in daisies, roses, then sunflowers are too much for phil’s heart to handle. dan just looks so sweet and innocent, and as much as it kills him to lose a competition between them, phil admits defeat. “alright. you win,” he huffs with a chuckle, barely audible despite the fact that they are mere inches apart.

-those are the three best words in the english language if you ask dan, especially if they come out of phil’s mouth. a satisfied smirk tugs at dan’s lips at his victory, but that totally shatters the innocent image for phil. dan looks downright dirty like that, smirk curving too tauntingly and that cheeky glint in his eye masking the sweetness of the pink flowers he had left in his hair.

-it’s a few moments of sexually charged eye contact before phil presses their lips together and pulls dan’s body close to his. the kiss turns rough almost instantly, tongues battling for dominance while both of them grip frustratedly with the soft fabrics of whatever clothing is in their way.

-dan can feel his cock hardening against phil’s thigh, their light coloured jeans rubbing together and making him whine as he drags his lips down phil’s neck. it isn’t until he’s about to work a purple mark underneath his mouth when he hears phil say it: “fuck, sweetheart… want to be in you, don’t tease.” dan’s head shoots up and phil’s groan of disapproval doesn’t have any effect on that challenging look that dan can’t help. “who says you get to top, lester?”

-a few minutes later and the terms are set; whoever can convince the other to bottom wins. dan’s riding high on both the needy thrum in his jeans and his win with the crowns things, so he doesn’t wait before he shoves phil back onto his own pink and white checkered duvet. kisses and nips litter phil’s throat as dan growls as aggressively as he can, pressing phil down underneath his weight.

-phil won’t lie; it feels nice, what dan is doing to him. nothing feels quite as good as it’s going to feel when he wins though, so after a dirty grunt rips from him, phil grabs dan by the wrists and flips their position. dan gasps, the sound almost getting caught in his throat. he has no time to plan a counterattack before phil’s thigh is wedged in between his.

-“you want to see who’s more dominant?” phil hums lowly, holding dan down with soft huffs of effort as he grinds his leg up against dan’s desperately rolling hips. “i’ll make you come in your pants, dan. then you tell me who deserves to top.”

-dan never stood a chance if this is how easily phil can shut him up. he squirms earnestly under phil’s grip, refusing to give up the battle without a fight, but it backfires when each twist of his hips to get away actually supplies better frictiom and makes his cock leak more precum in his boxers. and god, he’s lost before but phil’s mouthing at his jaw and gripping into his wrists while he presses up into dan’s hard-on. this is something else entirely.

-“cum,” phil grunts out simply, voice so low that the shiver that runs down dan’s spine ends up shooting his cock and he’s cumming, whining filthily into phil’s ear as he continues to fight the hands on his wrists. “fuck, you win,” he spits out breathlessly, perception still fuzzy and voice still shaky. “you win, phil, /please/. just fuck me.” phil’s happy to oblige.