All the TeenWolf's

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- the night feels like it moves quickly, but yet, not quickly enough. customers seem to melt away, meld together into one, as they all get steadily drunker and tell increasingly less coherent stories about their weeks. there’s only so many blokes and their stories dan can take, physically and mentally. he slips onto a bar stool, cradling the drink he bought before his shift, but never got to finish.

- the bar lights are dim, as usual, but there’s a few dull little ceiling lamps and they illuminate dan just enough. traces of glitter still linger on his face. it’s migrated from his eyes to his cheeks and really, there’s no use at scrubbing it off, he’ll just have to apply more tomorrow. phil turns around, having been cleaning away the remnants of beer stains and liquor spills, eyes settling on dan’s slumped form. didn’t you buy that one earlier? he says.

- ‘m suprised you remember, but yeah, you know we’re not allowed to drink during our shifts, dan replies, sipping at the lukewarm alcohol. looks like you could use a new one, phil notes with a chuckle. is it really that obvious?

- bad night? phil asks, too lazy to mix a drink, so he pours a shot instead. bad job, more like. my last customer was a dickhead, got thrown out, dan groans, drinking the shot, chasing it with whatever leftover alcohol he had in his glass. oh, he was yours? heard he violated one of the rules

- yep, tried to get me to fuck him, got his cock out and everything. kept promising me a good time, which i doubt he would have even given me, based on the size of his dick. disappointing, really, dan says, holding his shot glass out for another. phil barks out a laugh, pouring dan another shot, emptying out the bottle. he turns around, puts it with the other empty ones. never had the said about me, now that i think about it, phil responds.

- cocky, never heard that said about my shows, either, dan notes, swallowing the alcohol. it burns and he’s never been a fan of whiskey, but he feels the alcohol swarm in his bloodstream, waking him up. well, put on a show for me? i could be the judge of that, phil whispers, walking out from behind the bar, settling into the seat next to dan’s.

- dan laughs, but he’s tipsy enough he doesn’t mind. with the help of one hand he easily jumps onto the small stage next to the bar, he straightens slowly, sensuously, his hand automatically grabbing for the pole in the center. there’s so much to look at; his thigh muscles flexing, his bicep straining, the way his hair falls into his eyes. phil stares, riveted, as he swings around it just once, like he’s testing the sturdiness of the construction.

- dan angles his body back while still holding on to the pole with both hands. he slides the pole between his legs, subtly rubbing his crotch against it while softly swaying his hips. his grip on the pole is so firm, he’s leaning his body outward while his bicep bulges under the weight. deceptively slow, he picks up speed until he finally tenses his arm and lifts his feet off the ground, airborne for almost two revolutions.

- it’s not easy to damp down on his instinctual reaction, but phil manages to keep his relaxed posture, eyes languidly trailing up and down dan’s body as he navigates about the small stage. his moves are strong, a certain type of energy hiding just beneath the surface, one he softens with the way he holds his other hand out gently. his eyes, on the other hand, hint at whispered secrets, at late night thoughts and a promise of pleasure he intends to keep.

- unbutton your shirt, phil says, voice purposefully rough though it doesn’t take much. satisfaction fills him when dan’s entire body reacts to his words with a slight tightening of muscles and a definite hitch to his breath. dan’s hands travel down to the buttons of his shirt, hands fiddling with the buttons in a shockingly efficient manner.

- phil waits patiently, shifting subtly at the growing tightness in his jeans. staying quiet isn’t easy but still outweighed by his curiosity in observing dan’s next move. dan pushes the shirt of his body, letting it fall to the ground. another little hip shimmy and dan turns away, facing the pole, toned ass suddenly the center of phil’s universe. there’s no fancy tricks on the pole, just a spin or two, movement perfunctory at best. there is, however, a lot of grinding and rubbing, interlaced with desperate little gasps and uncontrolled little moans.you look good up there, phil says, because he needs to say something before the tension rips him to shreds.

- dan cranes his neck to look at him, smile just peeking out. i’m glad you like it so far, then. i like your eyes on me. phil groans, quietly. he definitely wants his hands on dan, slide them over his collarbones, down his chest but skirting the rapid rhythm of his heart, aiming for the nipples instead, down over his belly, warm and tight, further to -

- dan seems more focused now as he grips the pole with both hands and leans his torso back, knees bent and bracketing the pole until he’s looking at phil upside down. want more than your eyes on me, though, he says in an eery copy of phil’s thoughts. from this angle he can see one of dan’s nipples, phil wants to lick it. or maybe bite it, until it’s swollen and red. your hands, your mouth. your - god

- phil knows, but he’s distracted when dan turns, leaning his back against the pole, one hand grabbing it over his head, the other one making its way slowly down the front of his body. i’ve wondered, you know? imagined how it’d feel if you touched me

- phil follows the mesmerizing trail of dan’s hand towards his jeans. his fingers walk over the fabric folds confidently, flattening out to slide his palm down his thigh. his thumb just barely teases the edge his cock, where it’s bulging against the white and straining denim. trailing back up, dan’s fingers drag over his crotch fully. he bites his lip like he’s holding in a moan, eyes burning into phil’s.

- the fabric shifts under dan’s twitching cock and phil’s smile turns just a bit more dirty. he watches dan tease himself through the denim, rough rubs of his palm like he just can’t help himself, and dan can’t look away either, lip turning dark red where he keeps biting down on it. over and over his gaze returns to phil’s thumb and he watches while phil plays with the outside seam of his trousers. dan’s adam’s apple bobs on his next swallow, making clear the price he pays for wrenching his gaze away. so, not really a one-way street then.

- phil shifts, subtly, planting both his feet flat on the ground. he slides down in his seat, only a bit, just a suggestion, before he spreads his legs like an invitation. jesus fuck, comes dan’s breathy moan, his hand speeding up. he sinks to his knees slowly, looking like a wet dream come to life. phil’s dick throbs in sympathy. slinking towards phil and arching his back, needing to stretch under the attention. phil watches his muscles shift as he sits back on his heels, knees spread and eyes downcast.

- his knees spread further and it leaves phil with nothing much to look at but dan’s tenting crotch. seemingly for emphasis dan cups himself, body writhing in that prone position. you were right, i suppose. you make me so fucking hard, phil. phil chokes out a moan, reaches down and cups himself, pressing the heel of his hand down hard to relieve some of the pressure. a striptease is one thing. an insanely hot guy writhing on his back, cupping himself and slurring his name is something else entirely.

- dan rocks his hips gently into his palm and phil, he wants to bite at all the exposed flesh, hold onto it while – i wanna know what you feel like, dan interrupts, hips undulating like he’s riding cock and phil’s own cock might just bust out of his jeans at the sight. especially when dan keeps up stroking his own body.

- dan pinches his nipple and moans, loud and unabashed, hips snapping forward as he keeps abusing the little nub, pinching it until it’s red and tender looking. do you like it? dan whispers urgently, hips moving in a tight little figure eight. do you like it when i touch myself for you? and yeah, phil more than likes it. dan sees it in his expression right away, a satisfied smirk spreading on his pretty pink lips.

- push your hand further down, phil says. dan does so immediately, like all his stalling had really been him waiting for phil’s say so. he sighs when he does, eyes slipping shut as he arches into his touch, spit-covered lips falling open invitingly. he’s just entirely indecent, phil thinks, as he watches the long line of his neck stretch. what about, what about you? he pants out, heavy-lidded gaze drifting to phil’s crotch. phil swallows. what about me?

- dan’s hand shifts desperately in his jeans. he bites his lip. don’t you wanna touch yourself? phil almost cums right then and there, just from imagining them both getting off with their hands shoved down their pants in desperation. he mirrors dan’s movement, shoves his fingers past the hem of his jeans, feels them bite into his hips at the tight fit. he hisses at the wave of pleasure, unsurprised that he could cum from this, would need nothing but a few well-timed tugs. dan’s eyes are on him as he spreads his thighs, arches into it as his nerves go haywire with pleasure.

- it’s either the arousal or the dancing, but pink blotches appear high on dan’s cheeks, his lips bitten deep red in contrast. he can’t seem to help himself, licks them each time his gaze drops to phil palming his cock, the edges of his teeth dragging over the puffy skin. take off your pants, dan. phil says, and dan moans, chest heaving as he pushes the rough material of his jeans down and off. he looks like he could be running a fever, eyes red rimmed and cheeks burning. underwear too, phil commands, rising up off the stool, pushing his own down.

- he shuffling forward, then, onto the stage. he can feel the heat radiating from dan, doesn’t miss the shaking in dan’s right hand. he presses his mouth onto dan’s, sliding into dan’s mouth, licks right into it, hands roaming dan’s body. he feels mad with it, the need to touch dan, feel dan everything. phil squeezes dan’s ass, hard, and dan gasps, presses forward, grinding their cocks together. turn around, phil whispers into dan’s ear, pressing a bruise to his neck.

- dan twists, grabs onto the pole, pushes his ass out. without another word, phil sinks to his knees and slides his hands down to dan’s ass, spreads his cheeks, and blows right on his hole. it’s a close call, but dan nearly shouts. maybe, just maybe, it’s the alcohol still coursing through him that makes it feel like sparks are flying along his skin, but when phil kisses him, sloppily, and right on his hole, he feels as though he’s going to break into a million pieces.

- phil slides his tongue along his crack, up to the top and down, all the way to his balls. fuck, dan moans, and he can’t believe he’s whining already, arousal making his toes. phil licks and kisses and scrapes his teeth at him and really, dan can’t concentrate well enough to let out a few sounds.

- he bends at the knee, lifting one leg up onto the pole, he’s that much more open and now, phil can, oh god, dan groans, in a squeak, just as phil spreads him wider with his hands and licks into him with the flat of his tongue. he makes a noise as he does it, humming, so it vibrates around dan’s rim. phil laps at him and dan, he can’t bear to focus on anything anymore. his cock leaks against his stomach and he aches to touch, but his grip on the pole is already slipping.

- phil tongues at his rim once more, twice, before he pulls away. dan whimpers when he feels it but he rests his forehead against the pole so he can catch his breath, but phil doesn’t give him any time, doesn’t give him a second, before he’s leaning back and blowing on his hole again. look at you, phil says, and his voice is wrecked, rough and unsteady. he’s thumbing at dan’s hole on either side, stretching it as far as it’ll go, and it burns, but it’s so good. 

- phil doesn’t mess around this time, points his tongue and swirls it around the rim, pausing every few seconds to lick broad stripes around it, fits his tongue in as deep as it will go. dan can’t say a word, not anymore. it feels like the next noise coming out of him is going to have to be his dying breath. he clenches, desperately, around as much of phil’s tongue as he can but it’s not enough. he tries to cry out and say it, tries to get enough air in his lungs to let phil know, but he can’t. you close? phil asks, as he pulls away

- dan nods because fuck, how can he not be with what phil is doing to him? phil presses his tongue in harder, deeper, faster, dirtier. back arching, dan cums all over his own stomach, panting heavily into the pole while his whole body shudders uncontrollably. the orgasm is intense, phil can tell.

- phil palms himself quickly and it isn’t long before he feels the beginning of his orgasm at the base of his spine. it’s like a tidal wave he’s trying to stave off with a bucket and shovel, fucking impossible, and that’s it, the final straw. phil arches and groans as his orgasm hits, eyes slipping shut when the feeling shoots up his spine, makes his fingers tingle and his mind blank out.

- for a long moment they stay like that, entwined, sharing damp breaths. then there’s lips on dan’s neck, sucking at the aching spot, kissing it gently. hope i didn’t disappoint, phil says quietly. dan laughs, but he sounds tired, exhausted, slumps backwards into phil’s chest. you didn’t, trust me, he murmurs back. phil’s fingers run over dan’s body lazily as he hums happily.

honestly, i’m just a slut for phil fucking dan from behind, but they’re both like sitting up, so that dans back is arched and his shoulders are against phil’s chest, and phil has a arm wrapped around dans throat, or a finger pinching his nipple, or a hand wrapped around dans cock or his hand over dans mouth/fingers down his throat.

Phil chewed at his thumbnail, contemplating the chest warm against his own. Dan was loud, vociferous, in charge – and he was coming dangerously close to sucking a mark into Phil’s neck. His mouth worked lazily against the flushed skin and Phil gasped slightly, trailing his serrated nails down Dan’s clothed shoulders. Phil liked it, sure, the muted pleasure blossoming out from Dan’s mouth and spreading, warm and heavy, through his chest, but it wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted Dan on his back, spread out all for Phil, entirely as Phil’s mercy. And with as much control Dan took over even an afternoon outing, Phil wasn’t sure if he was going to get his wish. 

“You okay?” Dan asked, his breath spilling hot and sweet against the wet skin of Phil’s neck. Phil nodded, dragging Dan back down with insistent palms against his shoulders. Dan went happily, scraping his teeth over Phil’s pulse point before latching onto an unblemished spot, nipping and sucking like his life depended on it.

“Fuck, Dan,” Phil groaned out, tipping his head back when Dan’s palm skirted lower, pressing insistently against Phil’s cock through the fabric of his jeans. Phil’s hands came up off Dan’s shoulders to grasp at his hair, clutching tighter than he really maybe should have, but Dan didn’t say a thing, just pressed back into the touch. One of Phil’s hands flashed down to grip at Dan’s hips when he bit down in earnest, sinking his teeth into the juncture of Phil’s neck and shoulder.

“Shit,” Phil gasped when Dan started moving his hand, shaping Phil’s cock through two layers of clothing.

“Do you- bedroom?” Phil asked, dragging Dan up by his hair to kiss him breathless. Dan immediately relaxed against Phil’s demanding hands, nodding against his lips.

“Come on,” Phil said his voice a thousand times more wrecked than it had any right to be, especially considering how little they had done. He wrapped his fingers around Dan’s wrist, all but dragging him down the hall and through the door. Phil ended up with the backs of his knees hitting the bed frame, his arms full of a squirming and eager Dan. He held Dan’s waist while Dan held his head, their lips sliding against each other in messy, delicious harmony. Phil squeezed Dan’s hips harder before he realized what he was doing, and let go. Dan whined against Phil’s lips, pushing him back onto the bed. Phil went willingly, despite most every dominant instinct in his body telling him not to. He just wanted Dan, in whatever way Dan wanted to have him. If that meant he was going to bottom (for the first time in his life) then so be it. It would be worth it for Dan.

Hot palms slid up Phil’s shoulders and he blinked, following Dan’s hands when they guided him fully onto the bed then pulled him down onto Dan’s body. Dan leaned up to kiss him and Phil kissed back, his fingers twitching with uncertainty.

Eventually, they landed on Dan’s hips since he seemed to like that, and Dan sighed happily. Phil’s hands skirted lower as he drew Dan’s tongue into his mouth, more out of habit than anything.

Then he accidentally ran his tooth-sharpened fingernails across Dan’s hipbones, eliciting what was probably the most pornographic sound Phil had ever heard.

“Please,” Dan whined, the single syllable slurred from Phil’s teeth around his tongue. Phil, out of surprise more than anything, did it again.

Dan arched his back and groaned, canting his hips up with almost enough force to throw Phil off of him, but Phil shifted his weight and squeezed his knees and Dan fell still aside from the borderline-violent trembling that consumed him.

“Please,” Dan groaned again, his voice breaking in the middle of the word. “Phil, please.”

“You’re a fucking sub,” Phil said, surprise running his mouth before he could restrain himself. Dan bit his lip and nodded, pushing his hips up into Phil’s hot palms.

“Yeah,” he gasped, his voice too breathy and his face too wanton to make the confession anything other than pornographic. “Just– fuck, Phil, please-”

“Shh, baby,” Phil rumbled, already slipping into his dominant mindset. “I’ve got you,” Dan shook and nodded, throwing his head back against the sheets.

Phil made quick work of Dan’s clothes, tossing his shirt and pants haphazardly across the room before swooping down to claim his lips once again in a searing kiss, his fingers toying with the elastic band of Dan’s Calvin Klein briefs.

“I kind of really,” Phil whispered, leaning in to whisper in Dan’s ear like he had some kind of deliciously lewd secret. Which, Dan supposed, tilting his head to the side and gasping into the pillows, Phil did, “want to finger you ‘till you cum, then fuck you till you cum again.”

Dan was too far past words, relying on the curve of his spine and the shine in his half-lidded eyes to communicate just how fucking down for that he was.

“Good boy,” Phil hummed, kissing Dan again while he reached into the bedside table for lube and a condom, dropping both onto the bed beside Dan’s shoulders before all but ripping Dan’s underwear down his legs and off.

He kissed Dan through the first finger, his hand anchoring Dan’s hips to the sheets. When Dan was pushing back on his hand Phil slid in another, relishing in the high, keening sound that tumbled past Dan’s lips.

“No–” Dan gasped when Phil pressed the tip of a third finger against his stretched rim. Phil pulled back to look Dan in the eye, cocking his eyebrow.

“I want it to hurt,” Dan whispered, his breath spilling hot and sinful sweet over Phil’s lips.

“You,” Phil muttered slowly, staring down at the boy underneath him in absolute awe. “Are going to be the death of me.”

Dan huffed out a laugh that morphed into a choked-off cry when Phil slid his fingers out, grabbing the foil packet and the blue-capped bottle from the sheets beside him and slicking up his cock, not even caring about the drop of lube that’ll probably stain his sheets.

“How do you want me,” Dan breathed, his hands twitching at his sides.Phil’s heart stuttered when he realized how Dan wasn’t touching because he didn’t have permission.

“On your front,,” Phil decided. 

“Good,” Dan groaned, surging up to capture Phil’s lips in a searing kiss. Phil kissed back as good as he got, raising himself onto his knees in order to let Dan reposition himself on all fours.

“You good?” Phil asked, scraping his teeth down Dan’s shoulder as he kneed Dan’s thighs farther apart, gripping Dan’s hips tight enough to bruise.

“Yeah,” Dan gasped, pressing back onto Phil’s hands. “Fuck, Phil– pease–”

“Yeah, I got you,” Phil whispered, pushing forward with a groan. Dan cried out and gripped the sheets as Phil’s cock slowly pressed into him. Fire danced up his spine and burned through his veins in be best possible way, melting away everything but the sensation of Phil in him, on him, behind him.

Dan didn’t register the screaming he heard was coming from his own mouth until Phil hauled him up, pressing Dan’s back to his own front and shoving three of his fingers down Dan’s throat. The new position only seated Phil’s cock deeper within him and Dan’s eyes rolled back in his skull, his head falling loose back against Phil’s shoulder.

“Shhh,” Phil whispered, his other hand coming up to lightly stroke Dan’s chest, taking a dusky nipple between his thumb and forefinger and lightly pinching. Dan jolted forward and Phil chuckled lowly, thrusting his hips shallowly and reveling in the noise of pure, unadulterated pleasure Dan made, muffed by Phil’s fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” Phil praised, continuing to thrust languidly. Dan whimpered, his hands coming up behind him to grip at Phil’s hips, just for something to ground himself. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” Phil murmured, latching his teeth onto Dan’s neck and biting, hard. Dan whimpered and tried to scream, but Phil pinched his tongue and dragged it out from between his lips. 

“Hush, darling,” Phil muttered against Dan’s neck. “I’m gonna fuck you ‘till you come, baby, then I’m gonna keep going till I do.” Dan’s cock throbbed at his words, and Phil’s smirk widened. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Like being used for my pleasure, just as a little fuckhole for me to–” He reached around the both of them, taking Dan’s cock in hand and stroking in time with the thrust of his hips. Dan’s head spun. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“Come for me, baby,” Phil whispered, tugging the lobe of Dan’s ear with his teeth. “Come on. I wanna see you lose it, wanna feel you clench around me as you–”

Dan came with a shudder and a cry, bucking forward into Phil’s hand and riding out his high on Phil’s powerful thrusts. Phil’s hand feel from his cock but his hips didn’t let up for a second, pulling his cock barely halfway out before thrusting back in.

“Good for me baby, so good for me, so good–” Phil babbled, latching his lips to Dan’s and swallowing every one of is delicious noises. He couldn’t hold back for long, not with Dan clenching around him and making those wicked noises, and he spilled into Dan with one last powerful thrust.

“Fuck,” Dan gasped, collapsing face-first onto the sheets, almost catching his chin on the wooden headboard. Phil laughed breathlessly, pulling off and tying up the condom before tossing it in the vague direction of a trash can. He flopped himself over Dan, pressing butterfly kisses onto every inch of open skin he could reach.

“You fuckhead,” Dan said, pushing Phil off, but he was laughing. “That mother fucking tickles!”

“Mmm,” Phil hummed, kissing his way up Dan’s shoulder and to his lips. “Could you ever find it within yourself to forgive me?”

“For dick like that I just might,” Dan mumbled, holding a serious expression for all of three seconds before dissolving into laughter.

“You’re an absolute cock.”

“Oh, I suppose it’s why you love me.”

“Yeah.” Phil’s eyes were soft, and he kissed Dan again. “It kind of is.”

Genre: Smut with a lot of fluff thrown in 

Warnings: Some really mean people and depression

Word Count: 1516

“hi” pressed into one another’s shoulders as they move into each other’s arms. They hold each other for a long moment, the noise and movement around them ignored as they pull away, fingers trailing down arms, resting on hips, neither letting go completely; the world narrowed down to just the two of them. They look at each other in soft wonder, almost afraid to look away. 

After another long moment, one of them suggests they sit, they end up close enough to feel each other’s warmth & talk until the sun sets. At some point, their hands found each other & they’re both pleasantly surprised to find them still entwined when they get up to get dinner. They stay that way until they’re seated. By the time the meal is over, they’re holding hands again, still not eager to let go, but this time it’s not for fear of it all being a wishful dream, but because the warmth of hope and the feeling of a new start that’s welling up in the scant inches between them.

// Bdsm bottom!Dan…? 😇💛

“Why do you have a drill?” Dan asked, part accusing, part curious as Phil brushed past him in the living room.

“I need to drill something?” Phil offered in reply, holding up a small plastic packet of screws. Dan just looked a cross between intrigued and mildly concerned before he just shook his head and went back to his anime.

He had forgotten all about the strange encounter by the time Phil plopped down on the couch next to him later that night, automatically leaning in to the inviting curve of Phil’s chest. 

“You up for a scene tonight?” Phil asked, wrapping one arm around Dan’s waist and threading one hand through his hair. Dan hummed and nodded, letting a small, sated smile pull at his lips even though they hadn’t even started. 

 Twenty minutes later found Dan standing in the doorway of the bathroom, a towel slung low over his hips, water dripping from his hair and glistening on his freshly-cleaned skin. Phil leaned up against the doorway of their – well, technically his – bedroom, a couch cushion halfway over the threshold. Phil draped the four lengths of red ribbon he had been holding over his shoulder.

 “Um,” Dan said intelligently. Phil cocked an eyebrow, beckoning Dan over. Dan stumbled the four steps across the hall, letting Phil pull the towel from his hips and gently dry his hair.

“There’s something I learned how to do,” Phil murmured, his voice in the sweet, low cadence of a Dom before a scene. Dan nodded, curling his hands around Phil’s biceps, just for something to hold on to.

“Im gonna tie you up, sweetheart,” Phil continued. “On your knees, arms behind your back. You’ll be supported by this hook. Is that okay?” So that’s what he needed a drill for, Dan thought dimly. He nodded.

“Is it gonna hurt?” he asked. Phil shook his head. “I’m just gonna make you feel good, baby.” He gently urged Dan onto his knees, crouching down in front of him and cradling his cheeks. “I need you to stay with me long enough to get you rigged, okay, then you can let go, baby.” Dan nodded mutely, going lax as Phil started.

A large, soft knot settled against Dan’s solar plexus and Phil started wrapping the ribbon, weaving it in an intricate pattern of diamonds and knots over Dan’s skin. Dan’s arms were guided to his sides, then tied together. He pulled against them. He couldn’t move them. It was relaxing, letting Phil restrain him like this. The soft, repeated motions of Phil’s hands weaving and knotting and tucking and tying had Dan slipping faster than anything they had done before. He felt good in Phil’s care like this. Pretty. Safe. 

“Drop your weight,” Phil instructed, and Dan went boneless in his ribbon harness. The knots on his chest and stomach pressed in, but not enough to hurt. It was comfortable, to be suspended like this, unable to move. He let his eyes slide shut.

Phil’s hands swept across Dan’s ass and he sighed softly, leaning into the touch. He was fulling in sub space by this point, soft and pliant and fuzzy around the edges. Phil caressed his hips and ass, ghosting his thumb across Dan’s fluttering hole before pulling his cheeks apart, licking a long, slow stripe from Dan’s balls to the cleft of his ass. Dan barely even jolted, like he usually would, barely even squirming in place and just letting out a long, low, contented hum.

Phil worked his lips and tongue and one, then two fingers into Dan, finger- and tongue-fucking him to then through orgasm. Dan’s cock jumped against his stomach, spraying white over the lattice of ribbon on his hips and chest.

“Good boy, my good boy,” Phil hummed, sucking a dark red mark into Dan’s hip. Dan sighed and mumbled something, but it was too slurred for Phil to hear.

He fucked Dan through a second orgasm, pressing his hips in long and slow and hard, milking Dan for all he’s worth. Phil came inside of him moments later, gripping Dan’s hips hard enough to bruise as he rode out his high. He then jacked Dan off, his expert fingers pinching and stroking and rubbing as Dan came for the third time.

Phil was slow untying Dan from the ceiling, leaving the ribbons still wrapped around his body as he carried him to bed, gently cleaning him off with a wet rag before tucking the both of them under the blankets. Dan fell asleep to Phil’s protective arms and soft words, and woke up to untied wrists and Phil’s gentle snores.

And, Dan realized, as he wrapped sore arms around Phil’s middle drawing him closer and burying into his chest, he didn’t want anything more. 

I am 1000% here for Derek being a pure little cinnamon roll underneath all the gruff and leather. Which, hey, let’s be real here - this is actually canon. Derek Hale talks a big game and he snarls and growls and threatens to rip your throat out but this is also….a bit of an act. Or at least, these are the kind of things Derek’s walls are built of. After all, he’s had to learn to protect himself, emotionally speaking. His first love died and the second woman he opened himself up to murdered almost his entire family. He’s an abuse victim - several times over by season 3 - and when he lost Laura, he not only lost the very last person he trusted but the very last person who loved him.

Sarcasm is Stiles’ defence and while Derek is snarky and sarcastic and is pretty much the only one who can go toe to toe with Stiles in a game of verbal tennis, we all know he is also this guy

We all know, at Derek’s core, he is cocky and arrogant. We all know he is a book nerd and likes to show off. We all know Derek Hale is, in fact, a dork. 

And the thing is, while older!Derek is emotionally closed off, is hardened and scared, his experiences having shaped and changed him, we still see glimpses off this boy and it hurts. I mean, ffs, almost ten years later and he’s still using basket balls to flirt???

HELP THIS BOY. HE THINKS HE’S SO SMOOTH.

And to be honest, if we do look at this scene as Derek flirting with Stiles, or at least being playful, it actually really hurts because Stiles is the only person Derek does this with. Derek “bad mouths” Stiles a lot but he also likes to play with him a little and it’s like, just for a few small moments every now and again, Derek can be himself. He can be this guy

(coincidence these scenes are also with Stiles?? *looks at the camera like I’m in the office) 

He can be the person underneath all the walls. And what is beautiful is that even though Derek likes playing with Stiles in the beginning, he does not like Stiles playing with him back. We see that several times. He’s not ready for that, it scares him and he is very wary of it. But then you get to this scene

and it’s so beautiful and makes me want to cry because

DEREK LETS STILES PLAY WITH HIM.

And I think, little by little, as they get closer and closer (aka Stiles going to college and “oh my god, Derek?? what are you doing here??”) Derek will let his guard down for Stiles. Will his walls go away? Of course not. But will Stiles build a goddamn stair case up those walls? Will he get to peer over and see a whole other side to Derek, a side Derek is very protective of other people seeing? I have no doubt, because what gets me about Sterek is that Derek Hale, while being someone who shuts everyone out, and understandably so, (even though all he really craves is pack and family) he lets Stiles in, bit by bit. This is why, even though their relationship in canon is never an explicit “I love you”, I don’t give a fuck because what their relationship in canon is is this whole build up of beautiful, beautiful trust. 

It’s Derek letting Stiles put his hand on his shoulder when he’s at his most vulnerable. It’s Stiles being hesitant to put his hand on Derek’s shoulder because he fucking knows Derek’s deal with being touched at this point. 

It’s Derek trusting Stiles enough to leave his baby sister with him, even though she is all he has left in this world.

It’s getting to THIS FUCKING POINT

I am 1000% here for Derek being a pure little cinnamon roll underneath all the gruff and leather. Which, hey, let’s be real here - this is actually canon. Derek Hale talks a big game and he snarls and growls and threatens to rip your throat out but this is also….a bit of an act. Or at least, these are the kind of things Derek’s walls are built of. After all, he’s had to learn to protect himself, emotionally speaking. His first love died and the second woman he opened himself up to murdered almost his entire family. He’s an abuse victim - several times over by season 3 - and when he lost Laura, he not only lost the very last person he trusted but the very last person who loved him.

Sarcasm is Stiles’ defence and while Derek is snarky and sarcastic and is pretty much the only one who can go toe to toe with Stiles in a game of verbal tennis, we all know he is also this guy

We all know, at Derek’s core, he is cocky and arrogant. We all know he is a book nerd and likes to show off. We all know Derek Hale is, in fact, a dork. 

And the thing is, while older!Derek is emotionally closed off, is hardened and scared, his experiences having shaped and changed him, we still see glimpses off this boy and it hurts. I mean, ffs, almost ten years later and he’s still using basket balls to flirt???

HELP THIS BOY. HE THINKS HE’S SO SMOOTH.

And to be honest, if we do look at this scene as Derek flirting with Stiles, or at least being playful, it actually really hurts because Stiles is the only person Derek does this with. Derek “bad mouths” Stiles a lot but he also likes to play with him a little and it’s like, just for a few small moments every now and again, Derek can be himself. He can be this guy

(coincidence these scenes are also with Stiles?? *looks at the camera like I’m in the office) 

He can be the person underneath all the walls. And what is beautiful is that even though Derek likes playing with Stiles in the beginning, he does not like Stiles playing with him back. We see that several times. He’s not ready for that, it scares him and he is very wary of it. But then you get to this scene

and it’s so beautiful and makes me want to cry because

DEREK LETS STILES PLAY WITH HIM.

And I think, little by little, as they get closer and closer (aka Stiles going to college and “oh my god, Derek?? what are you doing here??”) Derek will let his guard down for Stiles. Will his walls go away? Of course not. But will Stiles build a goddamn stair case up those walls? Will he get to peer over and see a whole other side to Derek, a side Derek is very protective of other people seeing? I have no doubt, because what gets me about Sterek is that Derek Hale, while being someone who shuts everyone out, and understandably so, (even though all he really craves is pack and family) he lets Stiles in, bit by bit. This is why, even though their relationship in canon is never an explicit “I love you”, I don’t give a fuck because what their relationship in canon is is this whole build up of beautiful, beautiful trust. 

It’s Derek letting Stiles put his hand on his shoulder when he’s at his most vulnerable. It’s Stiles being hesitant to put his hand on Derek’s shoulder because he fucking knows Derek’s deal with being touched at this point. 

It’s Derek trusting Stiles enough to leave his baby sister with him, even though she is all he has left in this world.

It’s getting to THIS FUCKING POINT