Phil woke up to the sound of giggling and laughing. He groaned and turned towards his laughing boyfriend, who was looking at him deviously. Phil raised an eyebrow, wondering what ridiculous joke Dan was going to play on him this time. Dan just laughed again, working up the courage to say his joke.

He ran his finger down Phil’s arm and bit his lip, winking. “Happy father’s day, daddy.”

Phil sleepily laughed, turning back and groaning. “Oh my god, did you really wake me up for that?”

Dan laughed, shoving his arm. “Hey, it was ironic, okay?”

Phil rolled his eyes. “Sure it was.”

Dan shrugged and then moved closer, rubbing Phil’s arm and placing a kiss on his cheek. “That’s not the only thing I woke you up for.”

Phil hummed, still trying not to fall asleep. “Oh?”

Dan nodded, kissing his cheek again. He whispered in his ear, his voice low and gravelly. “I woke you up to give you your father’s day present.”

Phil laughed, shoving him away. “Dan, oh my god.”

Dan’s eyes glazed over with lust as he maneuvered Phil onto his back and straddled him. “Yeah, it’s cheesy and stupid. But I think you’re really gonna like this one.”

He slid down Phil’s body, kissing gently down his shirtless chest. He made his way down in between his legs and kissed each hip. He ran his hands down his thighs, looking up at him. He slowly began to palm him, running his hand across his growing bulge.

Phil shivered as Dan traced up and down his thigh, continuing to palm and tease his crotch. He leaned down and nuzzled it, slowly pulling his pajama pants down. His cock sprang free, and he started to stroke it slowly, his movements becoming quicker with each stroke.

Phil groaned and softly grabbed Dan’s hair, biting his lip. Dan looked up at him, smirking. “Are you liking your present so far, daddy?”

Phil laughed and gripped his hair harder. “I am, actually. Now get on with it, baby.”

Dan nodded and positioned himself more comfortably, holding onto Phil’s thighs and looking at him as he kitten licked the head of his now fully hard cock. He licked through the slit, making Phil’s thigh jump and a moan escape his mouth.

He took the head into his mouth and started to suck, but popped off and licked along the side. He licked and sucked all along his length, and Phil growled and gripped his hair tighter. “Stop teasing.”

Dan whined and obeyed, taking him into his mouth again and starting to suck and bob his head. He moaned as he bobbed his head, and Phil was groaning above him. He took him all the way down before going back up and bobbing his head again. Phil’s thighs were beginning to shake, his nerves on fire with pleasure.

He went all the way down again and choked a bit, but Phil held him there. “Such a good boy, fuck. Doing so well for me baby.”

Dan moaned, pulling back up and breathing heavily through his nose. He let his jaw go slack and tapped Phil’s thigh, and Phil started to slowly thrust into his mouth. He hissed and grunted as he went a bit faster. “Oh my god, Dan, you’re so good. Feels so good baby.”

Dan looked up at him, his eyes glassy with tears, his skin flushed, and his expression dazed as he tried his hardest to stay still. Phil groaned, holding him down at the base of his cock again.

He thrusted up into his throat, making Dan splutter and grab onto his thighs for stability. Phil grunted, thrusting up twice before holding Dan’s head down, hitting his high. He came down his throat, moaning and gripping Dan’s hair.

Dan swallowed it all, popping off and panting, trying to catch his breath. Phil laid there, his thigh twitching as he came down from his high. Dan laughed again, reaching up and laying on top of him gently. “Happy father’s day.”

based on a dream I had

genre: smut tw: homophobia, kidnapping “f*ggot” description: Dan and Phil get caught on the wrong side of town and are kidnapped by gang members ///////////

“how the hell did I get in this mess” Dan thought. His heart was racing and he struggled against the ropes tying his hands and ankles.

one of the men spoke. “You blokes sure got mixed up on the wrong side of town” a voice behind him continued, “we ain’t gonna kill you or nothin” “we just need to make sure that you won’t talk” a voice behind Dan piped up “why don’t we kill them?” Dan felt a cold metal press into the back of his neck. the man snapped back “because we don’t have anywhere to hide the bodies you bloody daft twat”

the metal retracted from Dans neck. relief washed over him. “now we do need to make sure you won’t spew your stupid little mouths” the man continued, raising his crowbar to lift Dans chin slightly.

“we won’t tell! please as long as you don’t kill us!” a squeaky voice piped from Dan’s right side. He turned to see that Phil was also tied in the same way. He almost forgot that Phil was in this mess with him.

“I can’t trust your bloody faggot mouth to not spill” “not until we beat it a couple times” the man gave Phil a firm backhanded slap across his jaw. Dan nearly screamed, but held his tongue. Tears were streaming down Phils face and Dan vision started to get blurry with tears at the sight.

The man put his hand around Phil’s throat “how will I get you to shut up?” his grip tightened “cut your tongue off?” Dan practically shrieked “no! don’t touch him!”

The man almost immediately shifted his attention, letting go of Phil and moving to Dan. He gripped a handful of Dan’s hair and pulled tight enough for Dan to shriek. “I’m gonna touch your little boyfriend all I want, mate” Dan immediately snapped back “he’s not my boyfriend” his response was met with a firm slap across the face “right. and you don’t suck his dick either” Dan flushed a bright red “no! I don’t!”

“I know a fag when I see one!” the man yelled. That’s when Dan said possibility the stupidest thing he could “you can’t prove it”

the man’s eyes flashed with anger. The one thing he could not stand more than anything else in the world was being proved wrong by someone “oh yes I can” he threatened and almost immediately he walked back to Phil and began untying the binds at Phils feet and hands. “dude what the hell are you doing?!” the guy behind him nearly shrieked.

the man ignored him and brought Phil to his feet, pushing him over to Dan. he then pushed Phil onto Dans lap. Phil wanted to get back up and try to run, but he knew that would lead nowhere.

The man began to tie Phils ankles to Dans and did the same to his hands. The man then took up the duct tape again and covered their mouths with it. It was an incredibly uncomfortable situation and Dan could tell that the men looked even more incredibly comfortable and confused. “how is this supposed to make them not talk exactly?” The man responded by saying “shut up and wait” he took a seat in the chair where Phil used to be sitting.

Phil was forced to squirm because he was in such an uncomfortable position. This caused his ass to press against Dans crotch and cause even more tension. “Stop moving Phil” Dan said in a threatening and annoyed voice. “I can’t it hurts my hands” Dan sighed and moved a bit in the chair to a more upright position. “better?” Phil squirmed again “no it still hurts” Dan was growing frustrated and embarrassed as every time they moved Dans crotch would dig into Phils ass.

Phil attempted to push himself up more but this only made the situation worse. Dan was getting harder by the second and he could tell what the men were up to. Not even seconds later, Phil gasped. Obviously from Dans growing hard on. Phil now attempted to move off Dans crotch by standing up a little. but he slipped and fell back onto Dan. hard.

Phil let out a noise between a moan and a yelp. This practically sent Dan into a hot mess, he mumbled Phils name an buried his flushed face into Phils neck. Phil moved again, sending a jolt of arousal through Dans body “fuck” he breathed into Phils neck. Phil keened and pushed himself onto Dans erection almost out of reflex.

now Phil was getting hard. Dan bit lightly on Phils neck to keep himself quiet, only to make Phil moan loudly. and the men could tell what was going on now “ok I get it they’re fags, but how is this going to stop them from talking??“