Prompt: âWrite me something filthy pleaseâ Well⌠ok! Hopefully this works!
Warnings: they have lots of sex. Overstimulation, rimming, multiple orgasams, predator/prey, aftercare
Authors Note: soooo that happened⌠hope this works for you @baked-potato-howlter. Also thanks for the prompt; been a log while since I had fun writing smut! Hope you like it!
The air was thick with tension. They had been apart for nearly a month. An agonizingly long time for the two men. They handled it with grace and poise however, until they had finally seen the other.
Dan was dressed in a buttoned black shirt and his traditional skin tight jeans that molded to his slim figure perfectly. Whilst Phil was clad in a white shirt that had the first two buttons undone once the heat of the crowded room became too much to bear and his typical straight led trousers.
They had kept a careful distance at Philâs request. He knew being that close and unable to touch wouldnât bode well for his unsatisfied libido. As it was, seeing anyone too close to his love made it that much harder to stay away.
The YouTube party they where currently at in Los Angeles was not supposed to have happened; or at the very least; they had forgotten about it. Once Philâs flight in from Florida landed the two had thought they would have time in the hotel to reunite, but when Tyler Oakley knocked on the door an hour earlier than Phil arrived, it all fell apart. And here the two stand, so close, yet so far away.
Phil eyed the younger of the two with the hungry eyes of a starved predator. He felt his eye and lower region twitch when Dan threw his head back laughing, his neck on glorious display. That skin should be marred with his marks. But that would have to wait. Or so he thought.
It happened in slow motion really, a young girl, her name escaping his mind, turned and tripped, flailing her thin arms as Danâs drink became one with his shirt. Yet in typical Dan fashion, he caught the girl, saving her from further humiliation. Her long hair falling into her face, began to cling to the now soaking wet fabric of Dans shirt.
âLiza!â A boy with straight brown hair and a slightly round face called out. The girl pushed away from Dan and then turned before her heel gave way again and she fell into the arms of the boy who had called her name out. Phil shook his head, walking towards a confused and wet Dan.
âCome onâ Phil said softly, nudging his lover in the direction of the door. Dan grimaced and looked down at the floor as he tried to escape without further incident.
The walk to the elevators and the ride up where alarmingly quiet. Dan was sure Phil would have said something by now, but his lips remained tightly sealed.
The two exited the lift and began the walk to the hotel room Dan had booked. Phil stayed just behind Dan, drinking in the way his hips moved when he was walking. He couldnât help but to imagine how they would look riding him.
All too soon, Dan was slipping the key card into the reader, sighing inwardly that it worked on the first try.
He didnât get more than four steps into the room when he heard the sound of the door clicking shut. He felt hands at his shoulders, turning him around and pushing him against the wall. Before he could question then motion, Phil had slammed his own lips against his and, and Dan forgot about everything.
âGod Iâve missed you so muchâ Phil whispered into Dans neck, before attacking the skin there, assaulting the skin with his tongue before biting and nibbling at the sensitive area.
Dan ground his crotch into Philâs, seeking friction wherever he could get it. His normally loud voice reduced to quite whimpers.
Phil was unhappy with the amount of clothes still on his partner, so with great disdain, he ripped Danâs shirt open, rolling his eyes at Dans complaint when the buttons hit the floor. He shoved the shirt down Dans arms, turning it and Dan at the same time, using the now ruined shirt as a sort of handcuff.
âDaddy pleaseâ Dan whispered, his cheek flush with the wall. Phil pressed against dan, his fingers sliding up Dans arms, and around to his front, scratching his nails over Dans pert nipples. Dan keened at the action. His back arching and his head falling into Philâs shoulder behind him, pressing his still clothed ass into Philâs crotch.
âFuckâ Phil said lowly, trailing his palm lower until he felt the hardness of Dans member, and he began to tease, to draw out the whines and moans with careful movements over the strained fabric of Dans trousers.
Dan began to shamelessly grind into Philâs hand and phil decided he needed to feel the flesh of the man in front of him. So with skilled hands, phil undid Dans belt, sliding it off the man and undoing his trousers at the front. He slid his hands down the front and back of the youngers clothes, and Dan bucked into the fist poised over his aching cock, while Phil got his feel of his ass, fingers kneading the soft flesh, teasing at his hole but never dipping inside.
âPlease please no more teasing please daddyâ dan said breathlessly. Phil decided to listen to the words at hand, and slipped his hands out of the others pants before throwing him into the room, smirking when Dan tripped over his feet before catching his balance. Dan walked to the bed and turned, facing Phil with questioning eyes.
Phil slowly crept forward, his blue eyes dark with a primal lust. It was then Dan realized; Phil was hunting, and Dan was the prey.
Phil stalked forward, arms pushing out, shoving Dan onto the bed. With astonishing speed and strength, Phil yanked down Dans trousers and pants, turning him on on his front and dragging his hips into the air, putting his hole on perfect display.
With a clenched jaw, Phil tore himself away from the beauty in front of him. Undoing his clothes with the same roughness he gave to Dans, before rifling through the suitcase in search of the lube they traveled with. With a sigh of relief he pulled it out and walked back to his lover.
Upon seeing again the sight before him, Philâs jaw clenched tightly again. Licking his lips, he fell to his knees behind Dan, fingers pulling his soft flesh apart, putting his target on display. Phil was starved, and his meal lay in wait.
With a gnash of teeth, Dans body jolted forward. He was literally being devoured. Philâs tongue lashed out aggressively, slashing across the sensitive flesh with relentless prowess. Dans thighs trembled with the sensation, his back arching deeply, causing high pitched whines to leave his red parted lips. Phil could hardly be bothered to remember the lube on the floor between his legs as he feasted on the shaking man in front of him. But alas he did.
Uncapping the bottle, he poured a generous amount on his fingers, plunging two into the quivering hole without warning. Dan jackknifed forward and slammed back into the mattress with a sharp yelp as he was pummeled into submission by Philâs fingers.
âA fucking monthâ Phil growled lowly. His moments only slowing enough to add a third finger. Dan back curved upwards at the intrusion, before bowing down and accepting the others digits.
âOh fuck daddy please its too muchâ Dan whimpered. Phil removed one finger, letting his other two prowl for Dans prostate, abusing his walls on his hunt. With a shout from Dan, Phil stopped his movements, circling his fingers around the small gland repeatedly. Dan felt the heat coil low in his belly as phil began to massage him from the inside out. Biting his lips in an attempt to ground himself, he was unprepared for Phil grabbing his cock and tugging. With a low guttural groan Dans hips began moving on their own; fucking himself onto Philâs hand and into his other. He shrieked when Phil bit into his cheek, pulling and letting the skin slip through his teeth. The coil grew tighter.
Dan could feel tears gathering in the corner of his eyes as his orgasam barreled towards him.
âFuck I need to cum please let me cumâ Dan pleaded.
âGo ahead, Iâm fucking you anywayâ Phil warned. But a single tug on his over sensitive cock combined with the abuse his prostate was taking was too much for him to hold back. He came with a shout, biting his lip as Phil stroked him through.
As soon as Dan regained his breath, Phil lined up, and slammed home, Dan being pushed forward with the movement.
Without warning, Phil set a brutal pace, relishing in Dans warm heat, deliberately ignoring Dans moans for mercy. He angled his hips at a slightly higher level, slamming back in. The broken sob that came from Dans lips told Philâs he was exactly where he needed to be. He kept his pace in that spot, intent on making his lover scream.
âPhil itâs so much! I canât takeâ but his plead was cut short when Phil sped up. Dans body reacted on itâs own accord. Thighs spreading further and his torso raising up so he was now parallel with Phil. His cock was an angry red and so hard Dan was actually crying. His head fell onto Philâs shoulder as Phil bit into Dans shoulder roughly, still slamming into him quickly.
With tears streaming down his cheeks, Dan knew his second climax would be brutal. His entire body was shaking as Phil pressed relentlessly into his waiting body; now fucking right into Dans prostate. With heat so intense it felt like fire, Dans sobs grew louder, his moans primal and filled with pleasure. With one particularly
rough thrust into his prostate Dan tilted his head back and screamed to the heavens as his completion crashed over him like waves, dragging him down. He was too far gone to feel Phil release into him. His eyes closed as his body sagged towards the bed.
Phil let Dans body crumple to the mattress as he shook his head to clear it from his post orgasasmic haze. He pulled Dans arms from his now ruined shirt rubbing them to help the blood
redirect where it was supposed to. He went through all of the stages of his routinely aftercare, right down to the water on Dans bedside table and cleaning up the whole room. He would have to buy Dan a new shirt, he knew that, but a shirt was a small price to pay for the love of his life sleeping soundly next to him.
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Louise looked around for her missing friends, asking a familiar face every now and again if they had seen them, much to no avail. She spotted Tyler Oakley, the gossip of the community, and made her way to him. Surely heâd know.
âTyler!â She waved with a smile. He turned to her, his blue eyes shining with a wide smile as he made his way to her. The two exchanged pleasantries before Louise asked him.
âDo you happen to know where Dan and Phil are? We where supposed to meet but I canât seem to find them anywhere!â Tylerâs eyebrows shot up, a playful smirk falling into place as he listened.
âYeah, Liza tripped, and Dan spilled his drink all over himself. They went up to fix itâ he explained.
âOh! Well then, Iâm sure they will be back down soon enoughâ Louise chuckled to herself. Poor Liza. Her thoughts where interrupted by Tylerâs loud contagious laugh.
âGirl! Hasnât Phil been in America for like three weeks?â Tyler questioned. Louise nodded, not quite catching on.
âDidnât Dan just get here today?â He went on. Louise nodded again, still not seeing the relation.
âGirl. Itâs almost been a month since they saw each other! Letâs be glad they even tried to be in the public eye! If I where you, Iâd wait till tomorrow To go knocking on the doorâ he giggled.
With a fierce blush, Louise finally understood. Tyler was right. She would let them be. She didnât need that mental scarring this early into the event anyway.
