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THE MOST TENSE VIDEO OF ALL TIME

THE GAME THAT WILL DESTROY YOUR FRIENDSHIP 

New video!! I PREDICT DAN’S FUTURE

Yaaassss shit how about some ORGASM CONTROL AND EDGING WITH THAT

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- Phil being strung out, panting, and all-but sobbing at thehand (and tongue) of Dan, who has been jacking him off, sucking his cock, andeating him out for nearly an hour. 

- Dan moves in rotation of these three, doing each one untilPhil’s body is snatching and he is crying out a hasty warning. After that hewaits until Phil has just settled down and moves to the next. 

- Occasionally he makes Phil hold out, threatening a punishmentif he comes before Dan has had his fill with whatever he is doing, one timeedging him so closely that Phil couldn’t contain a spurt or two ofcome. Luckily for Phil he hadn’t actually had an orgasm, and Dan allowedtheir play to continue.

- By now Phil is just begging for Dan to fuck him, to fingerhim, to tease him with a dildo, ANYTHING that would give his aching prostatesome attention. “Please, please-”

- Dan smirks and runs his fingers (well lubed with spit andprecum) over Phil’s spit covered hole, pleased at how desperately Phil tried topush down onto them.

- Dan shows Phil some mercy and presses one finger inside,the reaction from Phil immediate and powerful.

- Phil all but screams, his hips lifting off the bed andsquirming to make Dan’s finger graze over his spot. When Dan starts moving hisfinger in and out, purposefully avoiding direct contact, Phil can only cry outweakly and take it, his body unable to do anything but beg for release.

- After gradually moving up to four fingers and edging Philthrice, Dan realizes that Phil might actually pass out before he is able tocome. Dan removes his fingers, much to Phil’s protest, and replaces them withhis cock.

- Phil full-on screams. “”Dan, Danny, can, please canI-” Phil is barely coherent, rocking fervently on Dan’s cock as his body beginsto bristle and his eyes clamp shut.

- “Yes baby, come for me. You’ve done so well.” Dan actuallybegins to thrust as he speaks, fast and hard and unrelenting.

- Within seconds Phil arches off the bed and screams againas he comes painfully hard, the new, hot come mingling with the now cold anddrying come from before. He collapses back down onto the bed, panting with exhaustionand whimpering softly at Dan still fucking him.

for @lesterbutt who wanted edging and spanking.

Dan doesn’t even know where to look. Phil’s entirely nude and breathtaking. His bum is poised in the air, hole clenching around the sudden influx of cold air, pretty and pink. Dan can hear his painstakingly soft and controlled breaths from where his head in bent between his shoulders, as if he’s forcing himself to inhale and exhale properly; the line of his back and the hair on the back of his thighs. His entire body seems to be on edge, tense and waiting for something.

Once Dan’s climbed onto the bed, kneeling in the space behind Phil, he splays a large hand across his boy’s back and leaves it there until he can feel the muscles of Phil’s back easing up. Once Phil’s body has relaxed as much as it will and Phil is finally breathing properly again, Dan feels like he can begin. He’s frightened, but his heart is oddly slow and even.

He places a hand on Phil’s bum, rubbing at the skin there and biting his lip at Phil’s sharp exhale.

“Ten?” he asks lowly, still rubbing at the skin. He can feel himself hardening in his trousers and it’s weird, the way he’s still entirely clothed while Phil is naked and bent over on the bed for him. Adds to the severity of the moment, in a way.

“Yeah,” Phil breathes.

Dan holds his breath, raises his hand and then brings it back down immediately. He doesn’t hit hard, of course not, he doesn’t know the etiquette for this but he’s seen things online and that would be stupid of him - but the resounding sound of skin hitting skin echoes Loudly in the room. Louder than that, though, is Phil’s answering moan, rough and gritty in his throat and the way his body seems to be shaking in anticipation for the next.

“So that’s one,” Dan croaks out.

Dan hadn’t expected this to affect him at all, but there’s something about the way it sounds and the way it looks, the pink tint that appears and disappears almost as soon as Dan removes his hand that just - fuck. Fuck. He’s entirely hard in his jeans, cock straining against its restraints.

Dan delivers the second smack to the other bumcheek with wide and anticipatory eyes, greedy for the coloring of Phil’s skin and the noises that escape Phil’s mouth, the way his body seems to jump even though the action wasn’t even hard or rough.

Dan does it again, and again and again, alternating the area each time to minimise the pain. He gives the third and fourth back to back and then pauses and waits for the fifth to see the way Phil holds his breath and tightens his body. It’s fucking beautiful. Phil is fucking beautiful.

By the sixth, Phil had dropped his arms and has his cheek smushed up against a pillow, panting heavily. When Dan tilts his head, he can see Phil’s erection curved towards his stomach, stark and red as precome leaks out the tip. It looks painful, almost, but what’s most interesting to Dan is that Phil has managed to get hard from this alone, just from Dan slapping his arse. Dan can tell that Phil is purposely trying to stop himself from making any noises, and that bothers him more than it should.

“Phil,” he says, voice a lot rougher than it was before they started this, “I wanna, lemme hear you.”

It’s almost like floodgates have been erupted. “Oh my God,” Phil says, keening in the back of his throat as Dan does it again for the sixth time. “Please, I - ”

“What is it?” Dan asks, hand in midair. This might be affecting him almost as much as it’s affecting Phil. The red shade is sticking at this point, dark imprints in the shape of Dan’s palm on Phil’s ass. He might be going out of his mind with want. He simultaneously wants to stop so that he can get himself inside of Phil in anyway he can, anyway his boy’ll let him and never ever move from this spot, obsessing over the feel of his hand slapping Phil’s skin forever. “What do you need?”

“Harder. Hit me harder.”

His arsehole is clenching around air again, almost sporadically, as if it’s desperate for something inside of it, and Dan would like that, he’d like it so fucking much, filling Phil up and relishing all his noises, making him come over and over again until he’s dry and sobbing for Dan to stop. Yeah. He wouldn’t mind that.

“Are you sure?”

“Dan,” he says, voice cracking on the first syllable. He clears his throat, but it doesn’t hide how absolutely wrecked he sounds, voice slightly muffled by the pillow. “Yeah, fuck.”

Dan is sure he should argue against it more, about not wanting to hurt Phil too much, but he’s just as far gone, which is completely unexpected, and at this point he’d do anything Phil asked of him and more.

So he hits harder. He hits way harder, probably worse than he should have; it has Phil’s body inching forward, white hotel sheets bunching up under his knees. The hand imprint looks fucking - it looks angry and like it really, really hurt. Dan has to free the hand that’d been resting idly next to Phil’s knee to press against his crotch, resisting the urge to unbutton himself and wank off right there until he comes on Phil’s ass. It’s a lot harder than it should be. He’s losing his mind.

Phil has already lost it, it seems. He’s rutting forward into the sheets, had let out what sounded a lot like a scream muffled into the pillow when Dan spanked him. He turns back onto his cheek to gasp out, “M’gonna come, Dan, m’gonna - ”

“Not yet,” Dan says, curving a hand in Phil’s hipbone to stop his rutting and holding him in place and snaking a hand around grip Phil’s cock tightly, making sure he can’t come quite yet. He lets go almost immediately when Phil’s hips try to jerk into his hand, not wanting to be counter-effective “Wait for ten, yeah, Phil?”

Phil nods frantically against the pillow. He’s breathing so loudly in what is otherwise a silent room, and Dan feels his blood rush at this, at the thought that this is because of him, that he’s the one giving this to Phil when Phil was too scared and embarrassed to ask for it himself and he loves what Dan is doing for him so much he’s going absolutely out of his mind. This is the most inhibited Dan has seen Phil in so, so long, a different type of vulnerability and high than when he’s drunk or high and he’s bloody gorgeous. Always is.

Dan does eight and nine just as hard as the last, maybe a bit harder - probably a bit harder - and he does them on the same side; this has Phil essentially incoherent at this point, eyes wet and babbling on about needing to come and making all sorts of noises that Dan is sure he has never before heard in his life. They sound like they’re being wrenched from Phil’s soul or some deeper, darker part of him that’s been aching to be released. Dan likes that idea a whole lot, even if it seems a bit dramatic.

“Don’t come,” he warns. Warning for what, he doesn’t know. But he wants to see this go all the way through, wants to see Phil falling apart at Dan’s hands climax it into the grand finale.

“Won’t, won’t, hurry up please please, Dan, please,” he whines, chanting please over and over again. It’s the hottest fucking that Dan has ever heard, Phil begging him to hurry up and let him come, Jesus Christ, and with a final deep breath and a reminder that he’s not allowed to come on himself, especially not while he’s still got pants on, he smacks Phil’s bum one final time, concluding softly with, “ten.”

Phil comes almost instantaneously, a low shout choking off in his throat as he comes all over his stomach. Dan wishes he could see it, but he doesn’t have the heart to interrupt Phil right now, so instead he just watches the way his back just fucking bows in half as he arches and the way his body just collapses after, limbs giving out and caving in under the pressure of continuing to hold himself up after orgasm.

It’s silent and still for a few moments, save Phil’s heavy panting, until Dan is unable to keep it in any longer and asks, maybe a bit of pleading in his tone, “Phil, can I…”

Phil lets out a vague affirmative noise, and with a sigh of relief, Dan quickly jumps off the bed to free himself of his jeans, kicking them to the side along with his briefs. His suitcase is blessedly right at the foot of his bed, and after a quick rummaging, he gets his bottle of lube from the inner pocket before climbing back onto the bed. He scoots Phil more forward towards the headboard, grabbing a pillow and placing it under Phil’s hips so that his arse is elevated. His arse is still red, and when Dan gently places his palm over it, Phil hisses softly, like he’s still in pain.

“Beautiful,” Dan murmurs, uncapping the bottle and dribbling just enough onto his fingers. He edges a finger around Phil’s rim, pressing in up to the knuckle. It looks downright dirty, the way his Grateful Dead ring looks against Phil’s entrance, bloody bears just there while he fingers Phil open. Phil lets out a small contented sound that dissolves into a moan when Dan finds his prostate and curves his finger up to get better access. Phil is making the sweetest noises that have Dan’s insides going wonkers, so ready to fuck Phil it’s embarrassing.

“Another,” Phil breathes. “S’good.”

Phil is always so nice and soft after he’s come, and it makes Dan’s heart swell at least five sizes too big. It’s almost enough to take the edge off how completely mad he is with want. Almost. He bites his bottom lip as he inserts another finger alongside the first into Phil, watches the way it stretches and contracts around the intrusion. Dan roughly scissors his fingers, smiling to himself at the way Phil groans and grinds his ass back.

“Are you - ?” he asks Phil, curling his fingers and pressing a wide palm across the small of Phil’s back, watching the way his body curves itself, his bum raising into the air obscenely.

“I am,” Phil replies, looking over his shoulder to grin lazily at Dan. Dan feels a jolt at the knowledge that Phil is already hard again, and it’s all because of him. Dan twists his fingers a final time, brushing against Phil’s prostate again and making him whine before removing himself altogether, biting his bottom lip harder at the way Phil lets out a disgruntled grunt, clenching at the loss.

“Dan,” Phil says quietly, pushing his ass back, eager for something, anything, to be inside of him.

“Fuck, yeah, I’m… yeah,” Dan pants, taking the lube and putting a drop onto his palm, stroking it up and down on his cock before lining up, the head of his cock bumping against Phil’s entrance before he pushes in in one slow movement. He has to take a moment to breathe in harshly through his nose to insure he doesn’t just come right away once he’s bottomed out, hips aligning with Phil’s bum. Phil is tight still, even after the prep, and the way the heat is encircling Dan is - indescribable.

Phil makes a pained noise in the back of his throat, mumbles, “hurts.” Dan is reminded suddenly that, yes, it would hurt; Phil’s ass is going to be sore and red for days on end. He whimpers, taking a deep breath and shutting his eyes tight. It’s even harder now to not just give in and fuck Phil senseless. Dan isn’t sure how much self-control he has, but he’s fairly positive it’s not much.

Even so. “Do you want me to stop?” he forces out.

“No.” Phil turns his head so that his voice is obstructed by the cloth, and Dan almost doesn’t hear him say, “I like it. S’good hurt.”

“Oh,” Dan says, pitch two or three octaves lower than usual.

“Move, Dan,” Phil tells him, so Dan does, pulling out before slamming back in, the sound of skin slapping skin and Phil’s keen reminiscent of earlier.

Dan fucks Phil too hard, setting up a tempo that entices the most amazing moans from his boy’s throat, rocking the bed and making Phil’s ass bounce with every thrust. His bum is still a furious tint of red, and Dan knows it’s got to be more than painful, but Phil takes it, Phil likes it. Dan leans his body forward to press an open-mouthed kiss at the dimples on the curve where Phil’s back rises to give way to his bum, marvelling at the beads of sweat that are pooled there.

“Harder,” says Phil, entirely out of breath. Dan gives a vague reply that he’s not even sure is English, curving an arm under Phil’s hips so that he can raise him up even further off the pillow, holding him in place, other hand tight on Phil’s hipbone, pulling out right up to the very tip before pausing and shoving back in so roughly he can feel Phil’s body vibrate with it, the headboard hitting the wall opposite them.

“Fucking hell,” Dan rasps, repeating the motion over again. “Hold yourself up for me, Phil.”

Phil does, scrabbling up before going back on his knees as he’d been earlier, his face still down into the pillows and ass poised up in the air. It’s a sight.

Dan tilts himself to the right as he thrusts again, knows he’s hit Phil’s prostate when he lets out what sounds suspiciously like a yelp and pushes back. Dan stays in place, bending his body over the one under him, grinding his hips in small circles and placing a now freed large palm over Phil’s bum, lining up with the previous handprints and squeezing at the plump skin.

“Fuck,” Phil wheezes, body twitching. “Move, move, please, or I swear - ”

Dan kind of wishes that Phil would shut up, because the lilt of his voice and how totally wrecked he sounds is making it hard for Dan to hold himself together, the familiar heat rushing through his bloodstream and pooling in his gut, his rhythm when he resumes fucking into Phil losing sense. Watching his cock go in and out of Phil isn’t helping at all, so he forces his gaze away, lowering his head to place kisses all along Phil’s spine, sneaking a hand around to take hold of Phil’s cock, pumping once, twice, and rubbing his thumb over the slit before Phil complains, “sensitive.”

“Want you to come again,” Dan whispers, twisting his wrist sharply and biting down on Phil’s neck.

“Can’t,” Phil sobs, caught between grinding his bum back and fucking into Dan’s hand.

“Can,” Dan reassures lowly, slamming in hard and slapping Phil’s bum lightly.

Phil releases an aborted scream deep in his throat and forces his hips back, body shock-still as he comes all over Dan’s hand and the pure white sheets.

Dan drags his tongue over his bottom lip, tells Phil a second time to hold himself up when he sees him ready to collapse on himself again.

“Can’t,” Phil repeats scratchy. His voice is all but gone, and in the recesses of his mind Dan can only be grateful that they haven’t a show for another three days.

“Can.” Dan smiles when Phil does, even though his knees are quivering and look as if they’re going to just fall under the weight. He contemplates for the span of a heartbeat before pulling out all the way, squeezing the base of his cock tightly at the way Phil groans and contracts to try to keep him in. He exhales through his mouth as he wanks himself off quickly, right back at the edge but with no desire to stop himself from falling off this time. He brings his left hand up to brace himself on Phil’s back, holding him in place when he finally orgasms, coming on Phil’s bruised bum, trickling down and into his hole.

“Jesus fuck,” Dan sighs, letting go on his cock and raising the hand to swipe the back of it across his forehead, wiping the sweat off. He traces his index around Phil’s rim, pressing in an inch and sucking in a breath at how good it looks.

“No more,” Phil tells him, finally letting his body fall forward. Dan hums, removing his finger and crawling over to rest next to Phil on the huge bed, placing them at equal eye-level.

“Hi,” he whispers, the left corner of his lips lifting.