#bottom phil

"Fuck, really Phil? Here? You want it now?" Dan whispers. Not surprised after all these years with Phil but still extremely baffled everytime Phil does or says something out of the ordinary. They're currently doing some promotional shoot in a professional studio, currently on a break after some shots on a small break room of some sorts.

It was definitely still a public setting despite them being the only two people in the small room at the moment and Dan shouldn't be as excited as he is right now like a damn teenager. But who can blame him when Phil's being extra flirty during their shoot after revealing that they are a couple to the world. He kept biting his tongue as he smiled at Dan, appearing so innocent in front of the flashing lights of the camera. Kept exposing his porcelain skin for all to see 'cause he has an open polo and a sleeveless shirt, and he knows Dan so well that he definitely knows Dan's watching. Watching Phil intensely and yet also keeping tabs on the production staff whose stares lingered a bit too long. He's used to this, or should be. 'Cause after the staff called out a one hour break, Phil immediately pulled him to sit on a chair and made himself comfortable on top of Dan's thighs.

"What if the answer's yes, danny boy?" Phil says, eyes glinting as he tilts his head a little with a matching eyebrow raise just to tease Dan. The latter just exhales loudly and purses his lips, contemplating on the consequences of what Phil - no, what he plans to do. Clearly, Phil sees Dan's thoughts elsewhere and decides to take matters into his own hands, he pulls the collar of Dan's shirt so he could steal a kiss, intenting to get Dan too excited to think about anything else. It definitely worked faster than he was expecting, right when he's about to pull away, Dan pulls him back in again by the back of his head. Dan's large hands framing his nape as he deepens the kiss which sent tingles to Phil's body. Phil whines amidst the kiss and unconsciously grinds his hips right on top of Dan's crotch. Dan sucks in a breath and forces himself to pull away momentarily.

"Is the door locked? How many minutes do we have? Are the walls in this building thin?" Phil almost couldn't understand Dan by how fast he said each question but years of talking to him really paid its price.

"Yes, about 45 minutes and no, I think it's a high end building but we still shouldn't be too loud just in case." Phil answers whilst unbuttoning his and then Dan's pants. Hands immediately palming Dan's rapidly growing erection. Dan whispers something like "Fuck it" upon hearing Phil's answer and wastes no time in pulling Phil in by the waist, embracing the man fully and settles on his neck to pepper some kisses until a somewhat hard suck on Phil's neck made Phil tell Dan to not leave marks above the collarbone. Dan was dismayed but decided he can just leave it someplace else. Dan helped Phil out of his denim shorts and placed his hands at the back of his thighs and stands up while holding Phil. Phil gasps at the movement and clasps on Dan like a koala in fear of falling. He feels the wall behind his back a few seconds later and his underwear being pulled just slightly down so Dan can access his hole. Phil was already extremy dazed by how Dan shows his strength and even moreso when Dan found a way to free his other hand and insert it in Phil's mouth. Phil wants to tell him, he's already good to go, that he's still stretched out from last night but found the current events too hot to just stop. He laves at Dan's fingers, sucking it like it's Dan's dick and not missing to make eye contact as he sucks.

"You're a fucking menace Phil." Dan whispers hoarsely at the scene. Phil just keeps on testing his patience. Too nice for his own good and too damn hot for his own good. When his fingers starts dripping with Phil's saliva, he pulls it out and presses it harshly at Phil's entrance. Finding it still soft and pliant, probably from last night and the thought makes Dan's head - both heads - throb. Phil kisses Dan's neck and hugs him tightly as he's being stretched open with Dan's thick and long fingers, trying hard to suppress his moans.

"If anyone sees you right now, Phil, what would they think? They might assume I'm not giving it to you good when we're at home because of how thirsty you are for this. Is that true, Phil?" Dan whispers, readying himself for the moment he feels Phil's tight heat again. He doesn't want to come too early lest he cuts of the fun too soon.

"No, no, Dan. You give it to me so good every time. Please, I'm ready for you." Phil answers breathlessly, eyes glassy with unshed tears as Dan finds that spot that has him grabbing Dan for dear life, his nails scraping Dan's back.

Dan pulls out his hands and immediately pulls down his own underwear as soon as he has his pants unzipped. His cock springs up to life and hits his stomach. Fully hard without him needing to touch it. Just by seeing, feeling and hearing Phil become putty in his hands is enough to get him raring to go. All while Phil mutters a littany of 'hurry' and 'please' to Dan. He kisses Phil to shut him up for a second and to gather enough spit in his mouth to use as lube, Phil frowns when he pulled away from the kiss to spit at his hand.

"Ugh, that's so gross Dan..." Phil grimaces as he watches Dan rub his shaft with the spit. Dan just smirks at him before going back for another kiss, definitely not to shut Phil up about hygiene when Phil's the one who started this, and he's really not in the mood for finding a lube anywhere else if Phil decided to make him go look.

He uses the kiss as a distraction and lines himself up, still holding Phil against the wall steadily and silently thanking his frequent gym sessions that made him utilize the strength he has in his body properly. Phil gasps, his mouth opening at the blunt intrusion against his entrance. Dan's cock head slides in easily and the first slow drag of Dan's shaft inside made Phil's head spin at how delicious it was. Soon enough Dan finds a rhythm for his thrusts. Marking Phil everywhere his mouth can reach as he goes harder and faster by Phil's demands.

"Yes, dan, please. Just like that... hnghhh!" Phil felt his moans about to spiral out of control as Dan's relentless thrusts pushes him to the edge. He's not used to holding back, always being told by Dan that he loves hearing Phil whenever they make love. Yet at the back of Phil's mind, there's this rush and excitement from doing it in a place that they're both unfamiliar with, also in a place where there's tons of people who can immediately suspect or see what went down. So he opts for Dan's hand, the hand that was plastered on the wall to balance them both. He taps it once, twice, before Dan was able to focus on what he's trying to say because Dan's too busy leaving love bites.

Phil gestures towards Dan's hand and his own mouth, only able to say the words "I can't-" before Dan fully understood him to which Dan easily complied. Dan's sweating profusely, this situation couldn't be hotter in his opinion. They've definitely done almost anything and everything but times like these really tests their top moments.

Dan always adored how Phil takes it like a champ all the time, his skin glistens pink and not to mention his fucked out face. Fuck. Dan really likes him too much it has become a problem.

As Dan drowns out his thoughts as he savors each slide of their skin against each other, they hear a soft knock on the door. Dan halts immediately as they both look at the door like they saw a ghost then they both look at each other's eyes. Upon the second knock there was a voice asking for them to come out to check on something. Yet they're still staring at each other, gauging how to react. Phil was the first to break their eye contact, hand holding Dan's forearm that's connected to the hand currently on his mouth, preventing him to speak. Phil intends to immediately get down from this position and fix himself, ready to complain about being blue balled later when they got home.

However, Dan has other thoughts. Dan did a short experimental thrust, eyes focused on Phil's face as it contorted into one of shock, pleasure and horror. Phil's eyes went wild at what Dan did, then to make matters worse, Dan removes his hand from Phil's mouth and looks at the direction of the door as if to say Phil has gotta be the one to answer and make up an excuse. Phil shivers at the absurdity of it all. He knows they're both wild and downright crazy at times but this takes the cake. Dan thrusts again, when a third knock came and Phil cursed Dan in his head. He's literally too fucked right now to think and Dan decides to be a meanie, just great.

Phil clears his throat and in a loud voice says "Uhm, p-please - uh - excuse Dan and me. W-we're currently on an important call. So - nghh!" Phil glares at Dan when Dan decided his cock in Phil is not enough so he needs to nibble on his nips. Dan thought he might really get in trouble with Phil later so he decided to help him out.

"Yeah, it's a really important call so please tell the others we'll answer any queries after the break." Dan supplies, tone steady even though he's breathing hard and his stamina is declining fast.

"Oh, that's noted, please forgive me for the disturbance." The staff said and thankfully walked away without any fuss.

"You're such a twat! What if they-mmmhhhh" Phil gets shut up by a kiss again, Dan just resumes like nothing happened and soon they're both nearing their climax.

"Fuck, Dan... I'm so close. Oh God," Phil lets out in a shaky breath, his thighs and legs are quaking and his back is sore but he's very much enjoying every second.

"Me too, but don't call God. My name should be enough for you." Dan grunts, his thrusts becoming sporadic.

"Ugh, Dan! Why are you so- I- I'm gonna cum!" He used Dan's arm from earlier to muffle any loud sounds he might make by biting on his forearm. Despite Phil's annoyance with Dan's statement killing the mood he's amazed to see how his cock didn't go soft and instead shot strings of white all over his stomach and Dan's chest. Dan soon following by burying himself as deep as he can go and even with Phil's warning from earlier, he still can't help but nibble on his neck to stave of the sensation of going over the edge.

They calmed down from their highs for a few good seconds before Dan finally got his brain back and slowly pulled out and brought Phil down back on his own feet. He watched as his cum dripped down Phil's quivering thighs and went straight to his underwear that they didn't have time to remove. He feels his cheeks heat up again and immediately looked away to find something he can wipe on but as soon as he's about to turn around, Phil makes his first step and wobbles. Dan thankfully manages to catch him before a nasty fall.

"That was scary, thought I'd fall on my face... this is your fault." Phil says, staring at his jell-o like legs in shock.

"Well, I can't say I'm sorry for fucking you good but I'm sorry I was being an ass." Dan says and presses Phil a forehead kiss before helping him to the nearby chair.

"I hate you."

"You love me."

Dan wakes up to the feeling of fingers running through his hair, smoothing his curls backwards from his forehead, scratching his scalp with blunt fingernails. He has a moment when he’s not quite sure where he is, and something in his sleepy mind makes him think he might be at home, lying in his bed under his covers, head resting on his pillow.

He’s not though. It takes a few seconds to register, but he knows this because the sheets smell a little different and the light that hits his face comes from a different angle than he’s used to and the mattress is a little too soft for his liking.

It doesn’t matter though, not really, because the fingers in his hair are the same ones that woke him up countless times before. The same fingers that are attached to the same person he always wakes up next to, no matter where he is. And honestly, it’s really all he needs.

He makes a small noise, half satisfied half protesting, still trying to cling to the idea of sleep, refusing to open his eyes. He can hear a small giggle, high pitched and amused, and he wants to reprimand his heart for the way it flutters in his chest at the sound, pulling him out of his unconscious haze completely.

“What do you want?” he mumbles, eyes still closed but his hand is reaching up, taking a hold of the fingers in his hair and bringing them to his lips, kissing them blindly.

He hears another giggle, and then the rustling of the sheets next to him before he feels a warm breath against his face. “wakey wakey,” Phil says, and Dan doesn’t need to open his eyes to hear the smile in his voice, “It’s your birthday.”

Dan groans, trying to bury his face deeper in his pillow, but he knows Phil can see the treacherous dimple forming on his cheek. “Is that why you woke me up? To remind me I’m another year closer to death? Thanks.”

Phil laughs, pressing his lips to Dan’s nose, and then to his cheek. “Well, that, and also to give you your present.”

Dan opens one eye at that, squinting at Phil. “What present? We said no presents until we get back home, we have nowhere to put it!” he says, but Phil doesn’t look bothered at all.

“Don’t worry, it’s not that kind of present,” Phil says, and the sly smile on his face and the way his hand starts traveling up and down Dan’s arm makes Dan roll his eyes.

“Phil, just say sex. You can literally just say sex,” Dan says, rolling to his back and stretching his limbs, feeling Phil’s gaze follow his actions.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Phil shuffles closer again, resting his hand on Dan’s chest and leaning in to kiss his lips, soft but lingering.

Dan makes a little protesting noise, pulling away from him. “Not fair, you’re all minty fresh and I still have morning breath,” he pouts, watching the way Phil’s eyes crinkle fondly at his words.

“I don’t care, I love your morning breath. The best morning breath ever in the history of morning breaths,” Phil says, leaning down again before Dan has the chance to protest, swallowing the sound of Dan mumbling “liar,” against his lips.

Dan gives in easy enough, kissing back and letting his hands settle on Phil’s cheeks, pulling his face closer. Phil hums in content, breaking the kiss and moving to straddle Dan’s thighs, leaning back down to connect their lips when he settles.

Truth is, Dan loves birthday sex. Really, he loves all the sex they have, but there is something fun and special about being showered in attention, about letting your partner show you how much they love and appreciate you, about being able to relax and let someone take care of you.

“I’m going to make you feel so good babe,” Phil says against Dan’s lips, and his hand is teasingly making its way between their bodies, getting close but never actually reaching the place Dan wants it to reach.

He bucks his hips up against Phil, chasing some kind of friction. His cock is still mostly soft but the stimulation feels good and makes him want more, so he hums a little in acknowledgment, throwing his head back on the pillow in a silent request to get on with it.

Phil presses his lips to Dan’s neck then, like Dan knew he would, but the pressure is soft, too soft, and Dan whines in frustration.

“Sorry, we have a show today, I’m sorry,” Phil mumbles against Dan’s ear, biting his earlobe, trying to appease him.

“Remind me why we thought it was a good idea?” Dan says, but he moves his hands to Phil’s hair, tugs on it a little in a silent ‘it’s okay, don’t worry about it.’

Phil doesn’t answer, but he moves down Dan’s body then, kissing his shirtless chest, taking one of Dan’s nipples in his mouth and sucks hard.

Dan’s nipples are not as sensitive as Phil’s, not as sensitive as his neck either, but it still feels really damn good and his chest arches into the touch, hands holding Phil’s head in place. But all too soon Phil is letting go, keeps kissing his way down to Dan’s stomach.

Dan knows Phil would have liked to take his time with him, to kiss every part of his body and make Dan fall apart under his touch. But truthfully, they just don’t have time right now. They have a venue they need to get to and a show they need to perform, and they definitely can’t do it smelling like sex, so a shower is on their schedule as well. And maybe they’ll have round two that night, but experience taught him there’s a big chance they’ll be too exhausted and all they’ll want is to crawl under the covers and sleep.

But this is good, Dan thinks, this is more than good, because Phil’s mouth is leaving open mouth kisses on his lower stomach, and Dan’s cock is mostly hard already, anticipating what is about to come.

“Can you lean against the headboard please? I want you to see me,” Phil asks, and Dan can feel a flash of warmth go through his body. He does as he’s told, scooting back and sitting with his back against the headboard.

Phil settles on his front between Dan’s legs, the sight making Dan’s cock twitch in excitement. He can see Phil’s entire body like this, long and pale and familiar in the best way. He can see the swell of Phil’s round ass, the way it sticks out after the dip of his spine deliciously, covered with the thin material of his pants. He wants to reach out and touch but his hands are not long enough (funnily enough) so he settles for looking, admiring.

Phil kisses his thighs a few times then, fingers dipping under his boxers teasingly, before lifting his head and looking up at Dan with his blue blue eyes. “I want to blow you, but I also want to ride you after, yeah? So stop me if you’re getting too close,” he says, and Dan’s cock twitches again at the thought.

He barely has time to nod before Phil takes his cock out of his pants, taking his tip into his mouth and dipping his tongue into the foreskin in a way that makes Dan’s dick harden all the way in Phil’s mouth. Phil hums in appreciation, sucking enthusiastically and making Dan moan quietly at the vibration.

He lifts up his hips a little, helping Phil take his boxers off all the way down to his knees and then he wiggles out of them clumsily, with Phil’s mouth still attached to him, feeling the vibration of Phil’s laughter sending waves of pleasure from his crotch to the tips of his toes.

He puts both his hands on Phil’s head, tangles his fingers in his hair. Years back Phil told him that his favorite part about giving a blowjob is having his hair played with, so Dan made sure to always have his hands in Phil’s hair ever since.

Phil takes his time sinking down on Dan’s cock, taking him in little by little. Dan doesn’t rush him, no matter how much he wants to thrust up and fuck his mouth. Phil has a pretty strong gag reflex, always had, and it takes him longer than it takes Dan to adjust to the intrusion to his mouth. But Dan doesn’t mind, Phil tries his best and he always gets there in the end.

“Feels good,” Dan says with a sigh, letting one hand drop from Phil’s hair to trace his face instead, making him lift up his eyes and look up at Dan. The sight of Phil’s pink, concentrated face, teary eyes and lips stretched around Dan’s cock makes Dan moan loudly, hips giving a little involuntary jerk. “Sorry,” he mumbles when Phil makes a small gagging noise, “you look so good like that, shit.”

Phil pulls up a little, sucks on his tip again, eyes fixated on Dan in a way that is so hot Dan thinks he should look away, so as not to get too excited too soon. Phil lets his hands wonder on Dan’s body, pressing on his lower stomach and then moving to his thighs, scratching them a little and making Dan shiver.

He moves one of his hands down then, bellow his cock, tugging on Dan’s balls and pressing his thumb on the smooth skin behind them, just shy of too much, making Dan squirm. “Fuck, Phil,” he moans, voice breathy and already far too gone.

Phil sinks lower then, all at once, one hand on Dan’s hip to stop him from thrusting up and one hand still behind his balls, gagging a little but composing himself quickly, sucking hard and licking the underside of Dan’s cock as best as he can.

“I hope you know that if you keep going like that I won’t be able to last very long,” Dan says, or at least that’s what he’s trying to say, but his words are breathy and barely audible and the sentence is cut off by a wave of pleasure that makes him moan loudly.

Phil gets is though, and he bobs his head a few more times before pulling off, grabbing Dan’s dick at the base and squeezing. “I can keep doing this? If you want,” Phil says, and his voice is hoarse and wrecked and it makes something deep and primal in Dan’s chest satisfied.

He traces Phil’s lips with his fingers, they’re covered in spit and a little bit swollen, and no matter how many times he’s seen them like that, it’s still a pretty sight.

He wants so much. He wants Phil to finish him with his mouth, and then for them to do everything else. He wants to spend his entire day in bed with Phil, let him touch him and make him feel good in every way imaginable. But they can’t have that, not this year, not today, and he has to make the most out of the little time they do have. “No,” he says, tugging on Phil’s bottom lip, pushing the tip of his thumb into his mouth and watching, mesmerized, how Phil wraps his mouth around it and sucks gently, instinctively. “I want the other thing, I want you to ride me.”

Phil let’s go of his finger then, smiling, and sits up on his knees, leaning in to kiss Dan’s lips. “Just sit back and relax, birthday boy, I got you,” he says once he pulls away.

He stands up and wiggles out of his own pants, leaving Dan with the lovely sight of his pale thighs and hard, pink cock. Dan reaches out when Phil gets closer, putting one hand on his waist and one hand on his crotch.

But Phil is having none of it, and he grabs Dan’s hand, moving it away from his cock and up to his lips. “You don’t get to do any work today, you only get to enjoy,” he says, before climbing back into bed and settling on Dan’s lap.

“I enjoy touching you,” Dan says, and to emphasize his point he wraps his arms around Phil’s waist, moving his hands down to the swell of his ass and glides them from his cheeks to his legs, caressing the sweaty, sensitive skin on the back of Phil’s knees, moving up to his thighs.

Phil blushes a little at Dan’s words, but smiles nonetheless, leaning in to kiss Dan’s forehead, and then cheeks and finally lips. “I know you do,” he mumbles against Dan’s mouth. He reaches for the bedside table then, grabbing the small bottle of lube on it (it wasn’t there last night, Dan notes to himself, Phil must have put it there to be prepared).

“I fingered myself in the shower earlier, so we wouldn’t have to do it now,” Phil says, and the bluntness of his words and the image they put in his mind makes Dan’s cock ache, and he moves his hand to press down on it, ease some of the tension. “Fuck, Phil,” he says articulately, making Phil giggle.

Dan loves fingering Phil, it’s one of his favorite things to do. Loves the way he knows exactly what pace to go in and where he should press harder. But there is something so incredibly hot about the thought of Phil, waking up early in the morning and fingering himself open not to get himself off, but just for Dan, just so he could take Dan’s cock later.

Phil opens the bottle, drizzling the content onto his hands and rubbing them to warm it up a little before covering Dan’s dick, thumbing the head, just because.

But instead of moving closer on Dan’s lap like Dan expected him to do, Phil straightens up on his knees and turns around, back facing Dan, straddling his thighs again. Dan makes a little noise of surprise but then Phil reaches behind him, taking hold of Dan’s cock and lines it with his hole.

Dan knows Phil doesn’t really like to be taken from behind. He likes to see Dan’s face, says it’s easier for him to be relax and open when he can look at Dan’s eyes and kiss his lips. But he knows Dan loves it, knows Dan loves to look at his round ass and see his cock getting in and out of Phil’s hole, loves to see the way Phil’s body arches into the feeling.

And it is so hot, so hot like this Dan thinks he might be close already when Phil is just starting to push him in. Phil is tight, so tight and warm and it never fails to amaze Dan how good it feels to slide himself inside of him, to feel Phil’s walls swallow him.

By the time he’s all the way inside of Phil Dan is moaning, loudly, stopping himself from getting up to his knees and thrusting hard into Phil.

He doesn’t need to though, because Phil takes less time than usual to adjust and then he’s fucking himself backwards on Dan’s cock, hands leaning on Dan’s thighs to keep himself from falling.

Phil moans too, and he moves his hips in a purposeful way, taking Dan as deep as he can and moves in little circular motions, grinding his ass hard on Dan’s cock. Dan is hot all over, and he doesn’t even notice the way his hands move to grip Phil’s sides, to help guide him.

“Sit a little straighter,” Phil demands, and Dan does as he’s told, straitening up from his slouched position against the headboard. Phil reaches behind him then, taking a hold of Dan’s arms and pulling them to his chest, sitting up himself and pressing his back to Dan’s front completely.

The change in position means that Phil’s movements are more restricted, but Dan’s cock slides deeper inside of him than it did before, and they both moan at the feeling.

And it’s so erotic, Dan can hardly breathe. Their sweaty bodies pressed together like that, and he can feel Phil bouncing up and down on his cock, can feel the friction of Phil’s spread thighs against his own when they’re moving, can hear all the sounds Phil makes, can feel the way Phil clings to his thigh for leverage.

Dan’s hands are on Phil’s chest, and he moves one of them to his right nipple, pinching it between his thumb and finger. The sound Phil makes is borderline pornographic, and Dan can feel the familiar tight feeling in his stomach.

“God Phil, I’m close,” he lets out, doing everything that he can to hold off his release.

But then, Phil takes hold of one of Dan’s hands and moves it up from his chest, right to his throat. Dan can feel his own heart beating hard while Phil makes Dan wrap his large fingers around his neck, holding them there, not hard enough to choke him but hard enough that Dan can feel Phil’s rapid pulse under his fingertips.

And just like that, Dan is gone. He’s so gone he can feel his orgasm rips through his entire body in waves, spreading from his stomach to the tip of his toes, spilling inside of Phil’s tight heat, and just when he thinks he’s done he can feel it intensify again.

He can barely register the way Phil turns his head to kiss his jaw, can barely hear the words of encouragement Phil whispers to him above the sounds of his own moans and the blood rushing in his ears.

It feels like forever before he comes down. His chest is heaving hard and his body feels like jello and he can only somewhat concentrate on the way Phil is rubbing his thighs, trying to soothe him.

He collapses backwards then, back hitting the headboard and arms still wrapped around Phil, pulling him down with him.

The position is awkward and a little uncomfortable and he couldn’t care less, but is seems like Phil cares because he lifts up his butt to let Dan’s cock slide out of him, and spreads Dan’s legs so he could settle between them.

Dan wills his hand to move then, reaching down to Phil’s cock, but he finds it already half soft with a wet patch above it. “Oh,” he says, because he still can’t muster anything more coherent.

Phil laughs, turning his face and kissing Dan’s cheek. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come from this? God Dan you should have heard yourself,” Phil says, and Dan can’t even pretend to be embarrassed.

He brings his hands to his face, rubbing it in an effort to pull himself together before looking at Phil again. “Jesus Phil, that was… a lot.” He manages to say, earning himself another laugh from Phil.

“So, a good birthday present?” Phil asks, and Dan feels like he might be floating, like he’s weightless and he’s floating with Phil still in his arms.

He lets out a laugh, a little hysterical, and he pulls Phil impossibly close against his chest, so close Phil squeaks that he can’t breathe. “Best birthday present, I might ask for nothing else for the rest of my life.” He says, kissing Phil’s cheek, feeling it heating up under his lips.

Phil giggles, squeezing Dan’s thighs again, “that can be arranged.”

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