for @thewisebiscuitboca who wanted daddy kink and first time.
Phil’s got no idea why he’s even doing this. Why he’s standing in the middle of a sex shop, in the middle of the day, looking at things that make his cheeks go hot and pink.
Well, that’s not entirely true. It’s all PJ’s fault. It’s him who dared Phil to go there. PJ also said he must buy something as proof that he was really there.
There’s so much stuff, is the thing. Phil probably should just take something – anything – and get out of there. But it’s like he’s stuck to the floor, right in front of a row of brightly coloured toys in all shapes and sizes. One of them so big Phil’s kind of scared by it.
He’s a bit lost in his own head, staring down at the thing he’s got in his hand; he’s not quite sure what it is. He doesn’t even notice anyone coming up behind him, and he startles badly when someone clears their throat behind him.
Phil almost drops the toy on the floor, fumbling with it for a second or two. But he manages to hold onto it in the end. When he turns to the bloke, his fingers slip on the toy, and it falls to the floor. The bloke who startled him seems to be working there, he’s got a name tag that reads Dan in bold letters. He’s unfairly fit, Phil thinks, with sharp cheekbones and the bluest eyes Phil’s even seen.
“Oh no,” Phil mumbles, starting to bend down to pick it up again, but Dan is faster than him.
“Sorry to scare you,” Dan says as he pushes the toy into Phil’s hand again. “Have you found what you’re looking for?”
Phil shakes his head. He’s not sure what he’s looking for, to be honest. Not even sure what half the things in the store are for in the first place. He can guess, but it’s probably best he doesn’t.
“Are you looking for something for your girlfriend, mate?” Dan asks, raising one eyebrow. “I’m not sure that’s the thing for her. Not that there aren’t girls who like them, but it’s not the most common thing for a bloke like you to buy for your girlfriend.”
“What?” Phil asks, wondering what Dan is even talking about. “I haven’t got a girlfriend.”
Dan nods, like Phil’s choice of toy makes a little more sense to him. “So, it’s for you then?” He makes a gesture with his hand towards the toy Phil’s still holding onto. Mostly because he can’t make himself let it go.
“Um.” Phil looks down at his own feet and is about to shake his head. But then he realises that it would be pretty rude of him to come into Dan’s workplace and tell him that he’s there because of a dare. That it’s all a joke. “Yeah,” he says slowly.
“I would recommend that you work your way up to that.” Dan looks amused, but the smile on his face is a tiny bit dirty. “It’s quite big for a first-timer.”
“Um,” Phil stutters out. “What?” It feels like he should be able to form proper sentences, but the shop, and also Dan being there, make it hard for him to think.
“The butt plug is quite big if it’s your first,” Dan explains, turning to the shelf to pick something else. It looks a lot like the thing – the butt plug, as Phil now knows it’s called – but it’s purple and not as big. “This one’s a better fit probably.”
Phil’s mouth drops open, but no words come out. In a way, he wants to just walk out of there; it’s almost too embarrassing standing there, having to listen to Dan talk about him putting that toy up his bum. Phil still takes the toy Dan holds out to him, and gives Dan the black toy back instead.
There’s no way that’s going to be good for him.
Not that Phil’s going to use the purple one. He’s just going to buy something to prove to PJ that he was there. Nothing else.
“Why do I want this?” Phil wonders out loud. At once when he’s said it, he wants to stuff the words right back into his mouth again. It doesn’t take much for him to figure out how to use it, now that he knows what it’s called.
Dan looks amused, his grin sharper than before. “Many blokes like them. You should probably finger yourself first. Or use a dildo, or something like that.”
Phil’s cock twitches and chubs up a bit, and Phil wants to push his hand flat against it. Hearing Dan say those words, makes something hot tug low in his stomach, and he needs something to take the edge off. But Dan is looking straight at him, so he refrains from doing so.
“Maybe you want to look at the vibrators,” Dan suggests, probably sensing how unsure Phil is. “We’ve some nice ones.”
Phil follows Dan like a lost puppy through the store, stopping to stare at what Dan explains to him is called floggers and is used for spanking. Phil’s eyes widen, but his stomach feels weirdly hot all of a sudden.
Dan point towards a darker blue vibrator. “This one might be something you like.” It’s not the smallest one on the shelf, but it’s not scary big. “What do you say?”
Phil nods, knowing that he could just say no. That he’s pleased with the butt plug. That it’s enough. More than enough, really. But it’s something about Dan that makes him want to agree. It might be that Dan is a good salesman, but Phil thinks it’s more because of that it feels like his brain turns to mush around Dan.
Phil’s been attracted to blokes before. He’s eighteen and not a total virgin, even if that one guy he’s been with wasn’t all that nice to him and wanted Phil to suck his dick more than giving anything back. It feels slightly different with Dan, however. Phil can hardly look at him without wanting to reach out and touch.
“Yeah. Okay,” he agrees, pushing one hand through his curls. It’s probably no use; they’re a mess either way, but he needs something to do with the hand he doesn’t have a sex toy in. His whole face feels warm, and he knows his cheeks are flushed bright pink.
When Phil leaves the store, he’s got both the purple butt plug with, and the vibrator that apparently has got several settings, with him home. And a bottle of lube.
As soon as he’s back to his flat, Phil pushes the discreet bag with the toys under a pile of laundry. He rather one of his mates never found the content in it.
Later that night, Phil gets himself off, thinking about what it might feel like with Dan’s fingers deep in him, opening him up for one of Phil’s new toys. Briefly, he thinks about maybe trying out one of his purchases, but he’s too close, balls drawn tight and the tip of his cock leaking precome. He can’t make his legs work, and even less take his hand from his cock.
When he comes, he’s still thinking about Dan.
It’s been days, and Phil has been avoiding PJ. Sort of. He’s been busy with work; it’s not his fault his coworker at the corner store called in sick. It really isn’t. So it’s been easy to blame it on that. But it’s probably more because of how he rather not talk about what happened at the sex shop.
He’s admitted via text messages that he did go to the store. Though, he did refuse to tell PJ what he bought. So he knows PJ will tease him about it tonight. It’s not a good enough excuse to stay at home from the party PJ wants him to go to.
It’s one of PJ’s mates who’s hosting, or whatever fancy word his mum would use. Phil’s heard a lot about this Felix; PJ talks about him constantly, but Phil’s never met him. He seems like a good person, though.
Phil spends a long time in front of the mirror, trying to fix his mop of hair into something that doesn’t look like a bird’s nest. Deciding it’ll have to be good enough, he sighs and flattens his hands down his black and red checkered shirt, making sure at least that looks good.
The flat is crowded when he gets there, and it takes him a few minutes to find PJ. When he does, he almost chokes on his own spit. Standing next to PJ, is Dan.
Dan who sold him sex toys, and who must recognize him. Dan who Phil’s been getting himself off to so many times the last few days, he’s lost count.
Phil wants to go back home, hide under his duvet. But in a way, he doesn’t want that, no matter how horrible this could go. Phil wants to be there if it means he can maybe talk to Dan a little bit.
“Phil, this is my new mate,” PJ grins, nodding towards Dan. “Meet Dan. He’s awesome.”
Dan laughs, shaking his head. “He’s had a few beers already,” he pauses, nudging PJ with his elbow. “He’s not wrong, though. I’m pretty awesome.”
Forcing his eyes to not fixate on Dan’s fingers, wrapped around a beer bottle, Phil laughs awkwardly. “I think you said Felix was awesome, too,” he teases PJ.
“Well, he’s bloody amazing that one,” PJ says, affronted that Phil would suggest anything else.
Not that Phil really did; it’s just that PJ thinks almost everyone he meets is amazing. But maybe not as amazing as he seems to find Felix, Phil realises when he thinks back to what PJ has said about him the last few weeks.
“Can’t wait to meet him,” Phil says honestly. Anyone who can make PJ smile so fondly must be special. “He’s here isn’t he?”
PJ rolls his eyes, but still manages to look fond. “It’s his flat.”
“Yeah. Right,” Phil mumbles, having temporarily forgotten that small detail. He would like to blame it on Dan being there, still as attractive as when he sold Phil sex toys. Which Phil wishes he could stop thinking about.
“I’m gonna go look for him,” says PJ, nodding to himself. He ruffles Phil’s hair as he walks past him, making him huff out a laugh.
Dan takes a small step closer to him, pushing away one curl that’s fallen into his eyes. “Tell me, Phil. Did you like them?”
Phil chokes out a weird noise, heart hammering away in his chest. “What?” His voice is higher, almost just a squeak. He takes a huge gulp of air and clears his throat. “I mean, are you allowed to talk about that?”
Dan shrugs, hand moving away from Phil’s hair. His eyes glint mischievously, and he looks like he wants to laugh. “I’m not a doctor or anything. I sell dildos, mate. Not that a good fuck can’t be good for your health. ” Dan pauses, looking thoughtful. Then he wiggles his eyebrows and adds, “Maybe a doctor of love then.”
Phil blushes, looking around him to see that nobody has joined them in the kitchen. Dan isn’t exactly quiet, and Phil rather nobody figured out why they know – well, not know each other. More like where they have met before.
Dan rolls his eyes, still smiling. “It was a joke,” he says slowly. “One I’m not gonna tell my mate Chris, who works at the shop too. He would put it on his nametag without a doubt.”
Phil laughs awkwardly, crossing his arms over his chest. Just to make sure that he doesn’t touch Dan or anything. “That’s - ” scary, Phil thinks. Sure that it would have made him turn on his heel and walk out from the shop first thing. “ - funny,” he finishes, not wanting to seem boring.
Dan beams at him, making Phil’s stomach all fluttery and warm. “Just tell me if you’d give me a ten out of ten?”
“Um,” Phil mumbles, horrified that it that obvious how hot he found – finds – Dan.
“Come on, Phil,” Dan teases. “I know I’m an amazing salesman. Especially when the customers are so bloody cute.”
Being called cute by Dan, makes him stop thinking so hard about what he’s actually saying, too focused remembering how to breathe properly. “I’ve not even used them,” he blurts out. Then he stops talking, realising what he just said, and blushes if possible even harder than before. “Um. I didn’t mean to say that.”
It’s not that he hasn’t wanted to try the vibrator out. He has been thinking about it at the most inappropriate times, at work and on the tube. Right now. But the bag is still hidden away. He’s not scared, just nervous. It feels like a big step to take.
“That’s a shame,” Dan says, voice low, edging a tiny bit closer. So close Phil can feel Dan’s breath against his cheek. “I was so sure it was the right things for you.”
Phil doesn’t move away, doesn’t even want to. “I’m sure they are,” Phil admits, skin hot under his clothes, cock starting to fatten up in his jeans; both from thinking about the toys, and Dan being right there. When Dan touches him, with a hand placed just below his ribs, warm and steady even through Phil’s shirt, Phil’s startles. He tries to act normal, letting go of the hard grip he has on himself.
Dan’s fingers flex on Phil’s side, digging in slightly as he watches Phil’s face carefully. “I could help you out, you know.”
“Help me out?” Phil asks, not sure if he misinterprets Dan. If he only wants to show Phil how to use the settings one more time, like he did at the shop. Though, Dan looks a bit nervous, sharp teeth pulling at his bottom lip. So he might be asking for more.
Dan nods, pressing forward until he’s flush against Phil, hand sneaking around until it’s splayed wide on Phil’ lower back. “I’ve been thinking about it, I suppose,” he murmurs, making Phil’s cock twitch in his pants; which Dan obviously must feel, he’s so close. Phil’s sure he shouldn’t be so hard, so fast. “How good you would look, flushed pink and pretty.”
“Oh gosh,” Phil blurts out, squeezing his eyes shut. It’s too much for him to comprehend, that Dan would want that.
“What do you say, love?” Dan’s voice slips lower, so low it’s almost a whisper.
Phil thinks they’re not alone in the kitchen anymore, he can hear voices behind him, drunk and loud, but it’s not enough to make him pull away from Dan. “If you don’t mind,” Phil says, which is a bit stupid, he realises; Dan seems rather keen. “I would like that, I think.”
“That’s good,” Dan murmurs, hand slipping a little lower until it’s flat against the swell of his bum, hot and heavy.
Phil’s surprised that he’s doing this, letting a near stranger feel him up in a room with other people. It feels right, though, so he doesn’t push Dan away. “Now?” Phil asks, gasping when Dan licks along his throat, teeth pressed against the skin on the underside of his jaw as he sucks a wet kiss into his skin.
Dan’s eyes are dark when he pulls away enough to look at him, hand still firmly planted on Phil’s arse. “Let’s go then,” he says, not moving away.
It’s first when Phil places his hand on top of Dan’s, which feels slightly weird, it being on his arse, Dan pulls away. Linking their fingers together, Dan drags a giggling Phil after himself to the door. The nibs of Phil’s ears are pink, but he follows willingly.
On the way back, he learns a few things about Dan. Stuff that makes him feel at ease with Dan doing the things Phil wants him to do to him. He wanted them before. He really, really did. But it’s good to know what Dan’s last name is, where he’s from and his age.
When they’re back to Phil’s small, kind of shabby flat, Phil’s whole body feels hot with need. Dan’s front is pressed close to him from behind Phil when he tries to open the door, doesn’t make it easy for him to get his hands to work properly. It’s nice, though, and he doesn’t want Dan to move away, no matter how many tries it takes him to get the door open.
Stumbling into the flat together, Dan fits his hands up Phil’s shirt, pushing it with him as he touches as much skin as he can. “We should get you out of these bloody clothes,” Dan murmurs against the back of Phil’s neck, each word followed by a small nip of teeth. “I want you naked on the bed for me.“
Phil bites back a moan, head tipping to the side unthinkingly; he wants Dan’s mouth on him wherever he can have it, soothing his skin with soft kisses where it’s hot and pink from Dan’s teeth and tongue. “Please.”
Dan taking of his clothes is both lovely and horrible at the same time. Mostly lovely, though, even if it’s a bit nerve-wracking. Dan’s knuckles against his skin make him arch into his touch when Dan tries to open his jeans, the fit tight with how hard Phil is.
Phil’s a bit embarrassed by how needy he must seem, but he doesn’t really care. Not as long a Dan keeps touching him.
When Phil’s finally naked, Dan kisses him. As his tongue rub against Phil’s bottom lip, his hands on Phil’s arse pull him close. It’s their first kiss; Phil realises; Dan’s hands hands have been almost everywhere on him, and Phil’s naked, but they haven’t done that until now.
The kisses quickly turn dirty, Dan’s tongue fucking into his mouth in a way that makes Phil’s knee weak and wobbly. His cock is trapped tightly between them, dragging wetly against Dan’s hip as he jerks into Dan’s touch, whining as Dan’s pulls at his lower lip with his teeth and lets it go with a wet pop.
“You ready?” Dan asks, one fingertip pushing dryly against Phil’s hole.
Phil nods, taking a couple of shaky breaths in a try to clear his foggy head. It doesn’t work very well, he still feels a bit like he’s floating, limbs soft and head mellow. “Please, Daddy.”
Dan pushes his fingertip firmer against Phil’s rim, laughing hoarsely when Phil groans and drops his head on Dan’s shoulder, hands gripping at Dan’s tank top so hard it’s must be wrinkled under his hands. “You should get on the bed love. On your back, if you want?”
Phil drags himself away from Dan, using all willpower he can muster up. Then he walks over to where the toys are still hidden away, avoiding to look at Dan as he takes the bag out and gives it to him.
“Thanks,” Dan murmurs, patting Phil’s bum lightly as he walks past him, cock bobbing with every step he takes.
Phil can feel Dan’s eyes on him, watching him closely, even when most of his focus is on not falling over and making a total fool out of himself. With his whole body soft and wobbly at one, he really needs to think to avoid tripping over the mess in his flat.
Well on the bed, with a pillow underneath his hips, Phil feels more naked than ever. Cock rock-hard where it lies on his stomach, and chest rising fast as he breathes shallowly.
“So bloody fit,” Dan mumbles, sitting down on the bed next to him. Skimming his fingers from Phil’s neck, he flicks a fingertip on one of Phil’s nipples, smiling wide when Phil pushes his chest up into his hand. “Oh really?” Dan grins, twisting the nub between his fingers.
“Fuck,” Phil groans, cock jerking up into nothing before slapping down wetly on his stomach as Dan does it again, only harsher. “You should touch me.”
“I am touching you,” Dan teases, bending down to blow hot air against the slightly swollen nipple.
“Like you said you would,” Phil pleads, his voice breaking as Dan’s tongue drags against his chest, up over his nipple. “Please, Daddy.”
Dan laughs; mouth still pressed close to Phil’s chest. “Fine,” he agrees, starting to sit up. “If you say please like that, who am I to say no?”
Phil closes his eyes for a moment, letting Dan move his legs around until they’re spread wide. Dan hums, mostly to himself, as he moves in between them, hands hot on the inside of Phil’s legs as he pushes them further apart to get closer to him. “You look so good like this,” he praises, voice rough.
Phil blushes hot, cheeks and chest pink because of how exposed – open – he is for Dan. His feet slip a little bit on the unmade sheets as Dan’s fingers trace the underside of his cock, just a fleeting touch before he slips lower, over Phil’s balls and taint.
Then Dan’s fingers disappear, and Phil blinks his eyes open, confused by why Dan would stop touching him when it felt so bloody good.
“Just gonna get some lube, love,” Dan says. It doesn’t take long for his fingers to come back, the pad of one finger pressing in slightly. “Have you done this before?”
“Yeah,” Phil agrees, shivering when Dan pushes his finger in deeper; it slides in easily with how slick it is..
Dan fingers him open slowly, first with one finger and then with two, praising him for being so good the whole time. It doesn’t hurt, when Dan’s fingers pull him open, just stretches him open in a way that’s familiar and nice. It’s not the same as it is when he does it to himself, though. Dan’s fingers get deeper in him, even when Dan is smaller than he is. It feels better too, makes his cock drool precome on his stomach and his body rock down into Dan’s hand.
“So pretty,” Dan murmurs, adding some more slick before pushing in one more. “You think you want the toy now?”
Phil groans when Dan’s fingertips rub against his prostate, and he tries to spread his legs wider, get Dan even deeper in him. “Please,” he mumbles.
Dan starts to drag his fingers out, one hand flat against Phil’s stomach to keep him in place. It’s probably needed, because Phil tries to move with him, tries to get his fingers back.
The toy is cold against him when Dan presses it against his hole; cold and slippery and bigger than Dan’s fingers. “You’re doing so good,” Dan murmurs, bending down to press a soft kiss to the inside of Phil’s knee at the same time as he starts to slide the toy in, little by little. Every push in, Dan puts a kiss a bit lower on the inside of Phil’s thigh, each one a little bit rougher.
Phil is past caring about how loud his moans are. Past caring how dirty the slick noises from the vibrator pushing into him are. All of him feels like it’s on fire, cock twitching when the bumps of the toy pull at his rim, Dan dragging it out slightly.
When the toy is all the way in him, Dan’s fingers trace his pink, pulled-out rim, causing Phil to whine high in the back of his throat. Then Dan blows wetly against Phil’s cockhead, rocking the toy into him, making him squirm and let out a choked moan.
“So fucking pretty, you are,” Dan tells him as he pulls the toy out almost all the way, only the tip holding Phil open. “Couldn’t believe my luck, seeing you at the party.“
Phil is about to answer – to agree – when Dan fucks the toy into him again. He can’t, though, not when it feels like his body is melting; the drag of the toy rough and almost burning in him. It feels so, so good, but it’s not quite enough to make him come, no matter how wet he is, precome dribbling out of the slit of his cock.
Dan laughs and grips Phil’s hip hard with one hand, licking a wet stripe from the base of Phil’s cock up the tip. At the same time as he fits his mouth around the head, tongue giving the slit a kittenish lick, he pushes the on-button.
Phil’s hips jump, cock fucking up into Dan’s mouth before his hand pushes him down again. The toy buzzes hard in him, fluttering against his prostate every time Dan pushes it in, and Phil’s legs shake because how good it feels.
Together with Dan’s tongue on him, his lips wrapped around Phil’s cock, Phil knows he’s not going to last long.
Pushing his hands into Dan’s hair, he gazes down at him, with messy hair and pink cheeks hollowed around the tip of Phil’s cock. Distracted by how hot Dan is like that, he almost forgets to warn Dan. In the last second, he chokes out Dan’s name, reminded by the telltale rush through his body just before his orgasm.
When Phil comes, Dan’s mouth is still on him.
Shaking all over, he moans as he comes in hot spurts on Dan’s tongue, hips stuttering upwards. Dan works him through it; vibrator pushed firmly against his prostate. He makes the filthiest noises; wet, slurping ones that would have made Phil blush if he weren’t so far gone.
The vibrator feels more when he’s done coming, all of it close to being too much. But Dan grins down at him, wiping away a bit of come from his chin, and he forgets about the slight discomfort.
“Told you it was the thing for you,” Dan says, sounding both rough and pleased. Like he got just what he wanted. Then he turns the toy off, sliding it out of him slowly.
Phil kind of wants to protest. It’s still kind of nice, even when all of him feels sore and used. At the same time, he’s tired and soft all over. Letting his eyes slide lower on Dan’s body, he finds him kneeling between Phil’s parted thighs.
Dan has got his jeans pushed down far enough to get a hand on himself, and something hot tugs in the back of Phil’s mouth with how good Dan looks like that. Wanking himself off with quick, short flick of his wrists, Dan tips his head back, groaning wetly.
Phil wants to touch him. Needs to feel him. “Come here,” Phil mumbles tiredly, staring openly at Dan’s cock, foreskin pulled back tight and tip shiny with precome. “Please, Dan.”
Dropping his hand from his lap, Dan shuffles up the bed. When he’s next to Phil, Phil rolls over to his side, fitting his fingers around Dan’s cock. Dan’s skin is flushed pink, and he must be so hot in his clothes, but Phil can’t wait a minute longer.
“Fuck,” Dan groans out, his cock jumping hard in Phil’s hand as his thumb rubs against the underside the head.
It doesn’t take long before Dan lets out a choked-off moan, and he comes; wet and hot on Phil’s stomach.
Slumping down next to him, Dan curls close to his side. “Fucking ace that,” Dan grins, patting Phil’s cheek. His come is smeared on his own clothes, with him being flush against Phil.
Dan doesn’t seem to care, but Phil rather he didn’t have anything on. The fabric is rough against his skin, but most of all, he wants to feel Dan’s skin against his own.
“Take them off,” Phil grumbles, trying to push Dan’s jeans down his legs.
Dan sits up, ignoring Phil’s hands grabbing at him. “Want me naked, love?” Dan teases, wiggling his eyebrows.
Phil giggles happily, patting the spot next to him on the bed; he moves a little to the side, giving Dan a spot on the pillow.
“I want to sleep,” he says. It’s not a lie that Phil wants Dan naked because of obvious reasons. But right now, he does want to sleep.
Lying down next to him again, Dan pinches his nipple, grinning as he does it. Phil takes his hand, effectively stopping Dan from doing it again. Also, it’s nice to feel Dan’s fingers rub a small pattern on the backside of his hand. So it’s sort of a win-win situation, Phil figures.
They fall asleep like that; hands linked together, and legs entwined on messy sheets his hand, effectively stopping Dan from doing it again. Also, it’s nice to feel Dan’s fingers rub a small pattern on the backside of his hand. So it’s sort of a win-win situation, Phil figures.
They fall asleep like that; hands linked together, and legs entwined on messy sheets.
