#lemwrites

Of course he’d literally almost die days before Christmas. Maybe he shouldn’t have driven again in the first place. Maybe he shouldn’t have looked away from a road that was solid ice and then driven off of it. Seriously, wrapping his car around a tree really wouldn’t be part of this whole “Christmas spirit” thing he’s been trying out. Dan sits back and looks out at the bright, white snow all around him. Yeah, he definitely shouldn’t have been driving today; there have been alerts for days of a snow storm and it looks like Dan’s caught in the middle of it. He takes the car out of park and slowly hits the gas, but the car doesn’t move. He presses harder and Dan hears the awful sound of his wheels turning in mud. Damn this weather. He angrily gets out of his shitty, old car and walks around to see his tires stuck in mud and ice and some gross-looking sludge. He wraps his arms around his freezing-self, breath fogging out of his mouth as he sighs deeply. Could this get any worse? He gets back into his car for warmth and to maybe think up a plan. God, the last house he saw was probably a few miles back, and that’s too damn far for him to walk in this freezing cold. He pulls out his phone, and, yeah, no service. Fuck. Looks like he’s really doing this. - His cheeks burn in the cold, and his fingers can’t be shoved any farther into his pockets. He had grabbed his thickest sweater and put it on under his big coat, a scarf, that was probably in his car for ten years, wrapped around his neck and mouth. He thinks his toes fell off maybe a mile back, and at this point, the shivers have become so intense that his entire body is vibrating. He decided against carrying his suitcase, but grabbed the essentials, which was actually just his charger. He made sure to put anything else valuable under his seats and then locked his car. Every once in a while he checks his phone for service, but something tells him he won’t find any out here. He keeps walking. There’s something about being alone with yourself for so long, without much to do but walk and be in your own thoughts, that really just makes you think. Everything is still and quiet out in this open area, but his thoughts are loud and go as quickly as they come, and he can’t help but go back to what’s been keeping his mind occupied lately: going home. He thinks about his nana and how happy he’ll be to see her. But then he thinks about his mum and Adrian, and, guiltily, feels less happy about it. Not to even mention his dad, who probably won’t even be able to make it. Why does that make his chest feel less tight? There’s nothing wrong with his dad, or his mum and Adrian for that matter, but seeing them all and being back in that house causes this sort of shadow to fall over him. Bad things generally happen when he comes home, but usually not to this extent. To think he thought this time would be any different.

So far it’s been pretty shit. God, he can’t believe he was so stupid that he literally ran off the road! And now he’s freezing his fucking tits off, most likely getting frostbite, and thinking about the same old thing he’s been dwelling on for weeks. Alright, maybe that’s enough thinking for a bit. He pulls his stiff hands out of his pockets and pulls his hood tighter around him. He’s breathing heavy, the walk long and tiring, especially for someone like him who skips out on exercising even when he knows he shouldn’t. He digs his hands into his pockets and looks up, the snow around him thick and dense and blocking his view. It’s too beautiful for its own good, Dan thinks, little snowflakes falling on his mostly frozen cheeks.

In his limited vision, a small silhouette appears in his line of sight. Dan squints his eyes and tries to make out what it is through all the snowfall. He breathes a sigh of relief when it looks to be a house. Dan remembers driving past it, not knowing that it would most likely belong to his savior. He happily speeds up his walk, wanting warmth as soon as possible, and when he’s halfway there, he slows down and let’s what he’s about to do sink in.

God, what does he do? Obviously he needs to explain to them what happened, but how? Anxiety licks up his stomach and squeezes his chest, something in him telling him to turn around and forget about it, but he literally can’t do that.

He rolls his shoulders back and takes a deep breath to calm his suddenly racing heart, and he continues walking towards the house, words and sentences swirling in his head about what exactly he plans to say.

He walks along the path, towards the door, and eyes the half-deflated Christmas decorations dawning the lawn. Hopefully he doesn’t get murdered.

Dan takes a deep breath in and knocks when he reaches the door. He steps back and waits.

And nothing.

He panics for a second, wonders if maybe no one’s home, or if they are, maybe they’re asleep, but then he remembers it’s like three in the afternoon. Just when he’s about to make a run for it, the door opens to a frazzled, wide-eyed man.

Dan forgets to speak for a second and watches the man’s face turn to confusion. “Uh, hi.” Dan says, then takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “I got my car, um, stuck and I have no service, and I was wondering if I could make a call? Maybe have somebody come and get me?”

“Oh! Well I really would love to do that, but everything’s been out for a few hours now. But please, please, come in. You look frozen!”

The man steps back and opens the door wider, and Dan can’t help but smile thankfully and walk inside. He’s immediately wrapped in warmth and the scent of burning wood. He shakes the snow off his shoes and wonders if maybe he should take them off. He looks to the man for guidance, but he isn’t helpful.

“Thank you, really, I feel like I’ve been out there for hours.” Dan says, the both of them still standing in the entrance way. It’s lit by a torch sitting on a little table, and Dan curses the weather once more.

“Ah, yeah. I’m really sorry about that. I basically live in the middle of nowhere so there’s not a lot around here. Do you know where your car got stuck?” He asks, gesturing towards an entrance into the kitchen.

“Some road with a really long name. I drove off it and slid right into a ditch.”

“Oh, my God! Are you okay?” The man asks, looking genuinely worried for someone he just met. Dan just waves his hand.

“Worst thing that could’ve happened was a heart attack, but I’m fine.” Dan explains. He watches the man pull out various things from a cupboard. When he looks at it, he can’t help but smile. “I’m Dan, by the way. And like, I know I’ve said it, but thank you again.”

“Phil.” The man supplies and turns to finish what he’s doing. “Okay, we’ve got water and cereal for now, but later, I have stuff for sandwiches.”

“No milk?” Dan asks, the filter in his brain seemingly disappearing and he immediately wants to apologize. He’s barely said ten words to a man he’s just met and now he looks like an entitled twat. Nice. He watches Phil blush and grab the back of his neck, eyes looking away from him.

“I’ve actually been out of it for like a week. Like I said, everything’s pretty far away from here, so I usually only go out when I really need to.”

Dan laughs. “No worries. But they do have ways you can do that online.”

“Costs too much,” is all he says and shrugs. Dan wants to laugh at that. He seems pretty well off, at least according to the house and the huge decorations and the amount of nick nacks littering just the kitchen and entrance way. He wonders if Phil pays the bills here alone, if he wakes up alone, and if he spends his days in this house alone.

Maybe Phil gets lonely like he does, and that’s why he was so willing to let a complete stranger into his home, and why his first instinct is to feed him what’s left of his already depleting groceries. Or maybe Dan thinks too much about everything and should take the glass of water and bowl of dry cereal that Phil is offering him.

“I don’t mean to assume anything, especially since this is such a strange situation, but please, anytime you want me out, I’m out.”

They walk to a table in the kitchen and sit across from each other. Phil starts to eat the cereal with his fingers, so Dan does the same.

“Oh, God, don’t even worry about it. Please, you can stay here as long as it takes to get a hold of someone for help. This must be such a mess for you.” He stops to laugh a bit and Dan can’t look away. “I have nothing better to do anyway.” Phil smiles at him and the warmth must be getting to him because he melts a bit.

Dan takes a drink of water. “You aren’t going to see any family?” Dan asks, the question seemingly fine, but then he kind of wants to take it back. Maybe he has a rough time going back home, too.

“I wish.” Never mind, Dan thinks. “I was going to head out there, but my plane got canceled.” He seems bummed about it, and Dan hates that he brought it up. “But what about you? Were you heading to your family’s?”

“Yeah, actually. Thought I’d make the trip for Christmas for once, but turns out no matter how hard I might try, something's always keeping me back.”

“Sounds like fate to me.” Phil says, a small smile on his lips.

“How so?” Dan challenges. He’s never really believed in fate before, never really wanted to.

“Think about it. What if my plane didn’t get canceled? I’d be with my family. Where’d you be? Probably still looking for a place to warm up and get into contact with somebody. What if you hadn’t decided to spend Christmas with your family? I wouldn’t have anyone to help me get more wood for the fireplace.”

“I feel like I’ve been tricked somehow.” Dan says and Phil laughs like he just said the funniest thing in the world, and, honestly, Dan believes it.

“But seriously, like, I have no idea when the power will be turned back on. Looking at this storm, it might be awhile. I’ve been saving my laptop battery for a movie later tonight, and I have way too many board games to even keep track of, so you’re the one who’s gonna have to probably sneak out when I come back in for more cereal breaks. So don’t worry about anything. What do they say? Mi casa, su casa?”

Dan thinks about maybe tearing up. He looks at the crinkles in Phil’s eyes as he smiles at him, plopping more cereal sloppily into his mouth, and thinks maybe he died when he swerved off the road and this is heaven. “Anyone ever told you that you’re probably the kindest person ever?” Okay, maybe he didn’t mean for that to slip out, especially so fondly already, but it did, and he kind of wants to see where this goes for him. He’s not expecting anything, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if Phil were to flirt back.

“A few.” He shrugs. Dan can’t tear his eyes away from the smirk on Phil’s face.

-

There’s something about meeting a stranger and feeling closer to him than anyone else in your entire life. Dan thought connections like this were made up from fiction. He’s longed for this feeling since he was a teenager, when he felt alone and like he’d always be alone. He wishes that he could tell his younger self that it’s fine, that he found the most amazing person in the world who’s just like him but yet so, so different.

He gladly accepts Phil’s proposals of board games and card games and chatting about anything and everything. He nods happily when Phil yawns and asks for a nap.

It’s basically pitch black now, the days so much shorter. Lit candles dot Phil’s living room, the fragrance somehow comforting and not unbearable.

He can’t describe how guilty he feels though. As he lays with his head on Phil’s pillow, on Phil’s sofa, he feels the ache of doing something wrong deep in his chest. It’s light and not as heavy as his brain thinks it should be. He should be with his family right now. He should be with his Nan. He should be rolling his eyes at Adrian. He should always be doing something other than what he’s actually doing.

Dan rolls onto his back and sighs loudly. It’s too quiet. Phil went to his room, but not before making sure Dan literally had anything he’d need, which consisted of Phil’s softest blanket and favorite pillow. He wonders if he’ll ever see Phil again after this. Maybe in passing. Maybe if he decides to see his family more, he could stop here on his way.

He doesn’t want the storm to end.

He’s tired. He woke up early this morning for how late he went to bed the night before. He doesn’t normally take naps, but it’s the atmosphere of Phil’s place. It’s cozy and dark and they kept yawning when they played Clue.

“Do you nap?” Phil had asked.

“Yeah.” Dan had lied, thinking they’d nap together somehow. Weird feelings of want took over him, but Phil stood beside him one last time before excusing himself to his own room.

He hopes Phil is sleeping well. Or awake and thinking about him. Dan shakes his head, a smug smile taking over his face before he can control it.

They’d flirted a lot. Dan smiles thinking about it. He’d sat with his shoulder pressed firmly to Phil’s, his knee rubbing against Phil’s thigh.

He stops thinking when he hears a creak and then footsteps following. He almost pretends to be asleep, but then he sits up when Phil comes in.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Phil asks, wincing, standing on the tips of his toes.

“No, not at all.”

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asks, taking a seat next to Dan when he puts his feet on the floor.

“Yeah, something like that.” Dan agrees, looking down at Phil’s cute, socked feet.

It’s quiet for a minute, both of them not knowing what to say or do. They’ve known each other for maybe three hours tops; the awkwardness was bound to catch up soon. Dan thinks about leaving and walking back to his car, but immediately rejects the idea. He’s about to say something when Phil sighs and smiles at him.

“How about we get the wood for the fire, before it gets freezing, and then watch a movie. I think I have some wine somewhere. I could bring it out?” There’s something behind his eyes that Dan likes very much. He nods and they both get up to head outside.

Phil grabs a torch and Dan follows him out the door. “You’re lucky I chopped this wood earlier. That’s definitely not something you’d want to see.” Phil laughs.

“I definitely disagree with you. That sounds like something I’d love to see.” Dan says, the cold already getting to him.

They near the wood pile and Phil hands Dan the torch. “You say that now, but honestly I’d probably just chop you up. Totally by accident, of course.”

“Oh no, is this what my mum warned me about all those years ago? Something about never trusting a stranger?”

Phil shrugs. “I think it’s worked out for you well enough.”

Dan looks at Phil as he picks up some wood. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Okay, now put the torch on my stack and get your own. But hurry! I’m freezing my arse off!” Phil says, his teeth chattering.

“Oh, really? I had to walk literal miles to get here. You can wait five minutes before going right back into warmth.”

“I will leave you, Dan. I will run back inside and lock the doors.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Dan challenges, eyeing Phil.

Before Dan can even comprehend it, Phil drops the wood and starts fucking running. A smile erupts over Dan’s face and he quickly starts moving too, picking up some snow with his bare hands and packing it into a ball. He tosses it and hits Phil right between his shoulder blades.

“Oh, you bastard!” Phil shouts, laughs taking over both of their bodies as they continue to chase each other and throw snowballs. “I cannot believe you!”

“This is all your fault.” Dan says, covered in snow. Phil isn’t much different. Their fingers are freezing and now they’re both wet. They definitely weren’t prepared for such a fight to start, but honestly it was worth it. Dan’s sides ache from laughing so much, and he gets to look at Phil’s pink cheeks.

“Fine. But you threw the first ball!”

“Wow, Phil. Such a naughty mouth. Santa’s bringing you coal this year.”

Phil shakes his head, too fondly for Dan’s heart not to stutter, and then he smiles at him. “Let’s grab this wood and get inside.”

-

“I have maybe a thousand movies, so just pick whatever you want.” Phil says once they’re inside and most of the wet clothing is removed. They set the wood by the fireplace and called it a job well done. “I’ll grab my laptop and some pajamas for you, yeah?”

Dan turns and looks at him with a smile. He can’t help it. “Yeah.” He walks over to Phil’s movie case and glances over them. They really do have too much in common, huh? He picks one from the top row and goes to sit on the couch, waiting for Phil.

Dan doesn’t want this day to end. He’s having way too much fun, and he feels like he hasn’t lived before tonight. It’s crazy—this feeling in his chest. It’s light and airy and such a deep contrast to how he usually feels around this time, how he he felt earlier today even.

He leans back into the sofa. He’s cold and tired and too damn happy for there to be a reasonable explanation for it, but he doesn’t need one. Or maybe he can chalk it all up to Phil, for being such a lovely stranger.

Phil comes back down then, laptop and clothes in hand, already dressed in his own PJs.

“What’d you pick out?” He asks, setting his laptop on the table. Dan shows him the movie and smiles with pride when he hears he made the right choice. “I love Thor! He’s my favorite Avenger. How’d you know?”

“Guess you’re not a stranger anymore.” Dan shrugs.

Phil rolls his eyes, tossing the PJs at Dan. “Get changed and help me make a comfy bed out of blankets and pillows by the fire.”

“Isn’t that, like, a hazard?”

“Go!”

-

They’re sat back against the couch, surrounded by blankets and pillows. Phil made them sandwiches and poured them hearty glasses of wine, and now they’re watching Thor on a laptop balanced on both of their thighs. Dan thinks this couldn’t get any better.

Until it does.

The movie ends and Phil moves the laptop, grabbing the rest of the wine bottle to top them off.

“So, you were heading to spend time with your family. Can I ask about them?” Phil asks. They're still sitting close, side-by-side on their makeshift bed, and Dan can smell the wine on is breath. He smiles sadly at Phil and sighs out deeply, letting the wine warm and loosen him up.

“Uh, yeah. I have a little brother, Adrian, and my mum and my dad, and my Nan. My parents are separated, my brother and I are still in that awkward phase, and I was really only going for my Nan. She’s the only one who seems to get me.” Dan explains, he waits for something like but your family is family , but it never comes. He looks to Phil who’s looking at him with something in his eyes like curiosity. “What?” Dan asks, smiling at Phil and taking another sip of wine.

“Nothing, nothing. Just, do you normally go there for Christmas?”

“Not in like three years, I think. Nice to see what happens when I actually try, huh?” He lets out a dry laugh, and turns to look at the fire. It’s the second most captivating thing in here, right behind Phil.

“I’m really glad I met you.” Phil says quietly. “There’s something about you that just screams I was meant to find you, or like, I was meant to think you were some pizza god at my door when I opened it, only to find you.”

Dan stares into his eyes. “Must have been disappointing.”

“Quite the opposite.”

It’s quiet. It always is when it snows. Each snowflake muffles every sound outside, and the only sound Dan can hear is the beating in his chest and the crackling of the fire as he stares right at Phil as Phil stares right back.

“I don't believe in fate.” Dan says for some dumb reason. He sets his wine glass down and Phil follows. “I believe in chance. I believe that it was incredibly dumb for me to be driving today, but I did it anyway. I believe it was incredibly dumb to walk outside for miles in the freezing snow, and I especially think it was dumb to knock on your door. But I did. I chose to. That’s more powerful to me than any fate could ever be.”

Phil stares. “Anyone ever told you how incredible you are?” He places his hand on Dan’s cheek and Dan smiles so wide it hurts.

“A few.” He repeats. They lean in. Dan expects for the power to turn back on in that moment, something cliché to ruin it, but that doesn't happen. Their lips meet softly and Dan can't take it, so he pushes forwards, his own hand coming around to wrap around the back of Phil’s neck.

They kiss and its wonderful and he doesn’t want it to stop. He licks Phil’s lips and is met with them parting for him. That does something to Dan. He feverishly kisses Phil, getting to his knees and leaning him back against the couch. He straddles Phil’s lap and Phil’s hand moves to rest on his hip. It’s warm. Maybe it’s from the wine or the fire, or maybe it’s the burning of Phil’s hands on his cheek and hip.

Phil leans back, pulling way, and takes Dan’s breath with him.

“Fuck.”

Dan laughs, hiding his face in Phil’s shoulder.

“My thoughts exactly.” He sits in Phil’s lap, leaning back to look at his face. “Is this okay?” He lets his hand play with the hair on the back of Phil’s head.

“More than okay. Been thinking about this all day.” He moves in and kisses Dan on the cheek and then his jaw, and Dan closes his eyes as he works kisses onto his neck. He pulls Dan closer by his hips, wrapping his arms tighter around him. He kisses down to Dan’s collarbone and bites.

“Fuck.” Dan sighs out. He’s getting hard and he can feel that Phil is too. It feels too good to have someone do this to him, but he loves it even more because it’s Phil that’s hitting all his sweet spots.

He pulls Phil’s lips back to his and licks into his mouth hotly, tasting the wine they’d drank mixed with the taste of Phil. He bites Dan lips and sucks it into his mouth.

“I want you.” He whispers, lips going back in to take over the kiss and lick into Dan’s mouth. His hands tighten on Dan’s waist and move down to squeeze his ass through his PJs, his hips bucking up into Dan.

Dan can’t help but lose all sense of what he should be doing, mind going blank. One thing pops in his head though. “Can I suck you?”

Phil seems to vibrate underneath Dan. He kisses Dan hard on the lips and nods his head. “Only if I can do the same to you.”

Dan peels Phil’s shirt off and runs his fingers through his dark chest hair. He thumbs his nipple and feels him buck his hips while he moans. He scoots back so Phil can lay down, and Dan kisses his lips sweetly, smiling as he follows the dark trail under his belly button with his fingers and reaches his hand underneath.

“Can I touch you here?” Dan asks cheekily.

Phil tosses his head back with a moan. “Please.”

Dan wraps his hand around Phil’s cock and watches his face contort in pleasure. He kisses down his chest, stopping to suck a nipple in his mouth and feel his cock throb in his hand. He squeezes the head as he nears his happy trail and his mouth waters with anticipation.

He hasn’t had a cock in his mouth in so long.

He wraps his lips around Phil’s tip and lightly presses his tongue on the head and sucks. His hand pumps what his mouth isn’t reaching, and he feels Phil get even harder in his hand.

“God, you were made for this, huh?” Phil blabbers, one hand resting on the back of Dan’s neck, the other tightly wound in his own hair.

The praise makes Dan sink all the way down Phil’s cock and rest there, letting his throat flutter around the head. Phil’s hand tightens on Dan’s neck, his hips bucking up just the tiniest bit.

When he can’t hold his breath any longer, Dan pulls off, taking in a deep breath and then going back down. He sucks Phil’s cock, spit dribbling onto his fingers and down his chin.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Phil says quickly. He looks down at Dan and Dan looks back up at him. Dan pulls off, ignoring his whines, and takes Phil’s PJs and pants completely off. He gets between Phil’s legs and takes him back in his mouth. He bobs his head and wraps a hand around his thigh, the other hand going up to tweak Phil’s nipple. “You’re killing me.”

“Fuck my throat.”

Dan feels both of his hands twist into his hair. He stares up into Phil eyes, deepthroating him. Phil, the gentleman, languidly bucks into Dan’s mouth, moaning deep and loud. He watches Phil bite his lip and feels him pull his hair tighter. “Yeah. Fuck. I’m cumming.” He tries to pull Dan off, but Dan only grabs Phil’s hands and holds them against the ground. “Dan.” He breathes out.

Dan sucks Phil through it. He tenses up and then completely relaxes, body sinking into the blankets. His cum shoots into Dan’s mouth and his hips move into it. When he’s done, Dan pulls off, only to look Phil in the eyes and show him the cum in his mouth before making a show of slowly swallowing.

Phil just drops his head onto the pillow, breathing in and out deeply. Dan sits up between his legs, admiring how he looks naked. “You have a really nice cock.”

“Do you say that to all the strangers you meet?” Phil says. Dan would be offended if it weren’t for the completely lax expression on his face.

“Only the ones named Phil.” He says. He aches in his pants, wants nothing more then to reach his hand down and get himself off, but he can wait. It looks like he sucked everything out of Phil and he can give him a minute to regain his composure.

“How is anyone supposed to live up to what you just did to me?” Phil asks, sitting up and beckoning Dan closer. He crawls up Phil’s body, sweating, still clothed, aching.

“I believe in you.”

“Lay down.” Phil says. And he does. He lays back against the pillows, one knee pulled up. Phil gets in between his legs and pushes his hands up under his shirt. “Off.” His hands go up, Phil pulling his shirt over his head. He kisses Dan’s lips, pecks them over and over again before he licks into his mouth and sucks on his lips for what feels like hours. He throbs in his pants, wants Phil to undress him completely, take him apart bit by bit.

“Please, just make me cum already.” Dan begs. He feels like if Phil doesn’t get his mouth on him now, he’ll cum in his pants.

Phil kisses down his neck, sucking a mark there. Dan moans and exposes his neck instinctively, but Phil is already heading down. He licks both nipples and kisses down the middle of Dan’s chest, looking up into his eyes. Dan can see the way his lungs move as he breathes heavily, awaiting for Phil to suck him so, so good.

Phil’s nimble fingers curl under his waistbands and tug them down until he’s completely naked. His cock curves up and rests on his stomach. Phil looks on with glazed eyes.

“I swear, I could cum just looking at you.” They both watch Dan’s cock twitch at that. There’s nothing Dan loves more than being praised. It gets him going faster than anything else.

Phil wraps his hand around Dan’s base and pumps his cock twice before going down on him. He’s much faster than Dan was, maybe sensing Dan’s eagerness to finish already. His mouth his hot and warm and Dan can’t get enough.

He drops a hand into Phil’s hair and tugs, feeling Phil moan around his cock. Dan bucks up and listens to the wet sounds of Phil blowing him. It’s like he knows that Dan likes it dirty. He pulls off and bites onto Dan’s hip bone, lips slick with spit.

“Taste so good for me.” He says and then continues to bob on Dan’s cock. He feels it building up fast, his orgasm starting to spread through him.

“I’m about to cum, Phil.” He says, hand coming up to cover his mouth, the other hand squeezing Phil’s shoulder, trying not choke him with his cock.

Phil grazes Dan’s head with his teeth and that’s when Dan cums, hard . His toes curl up and he moans out, Phil’s name spilling from his lips over and over again, hips rolling slowly into his mouth. Phil stays on him, milking him of every last drop, and then swallows.

He kisses Dan’s knee and then smiles at him before kissing his lips. They taste like each other and it’s intoxicating. Dan doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this before. They kiss and kiss and kiss, and then Phil lays next to him, his head on Dan’s shoulder. They watch the fire and the way it contours their naked bodies.

“Is it bad that I’m so fucking happy I ran off the road?” Dan asks after a while. They’re facing each other now, hands touching any skin they might’ve missed, lips finding the other’s no matter how many times they’ve kissed already.

“Maybe a bit, but me too.” Phil says. He’s sleepy. Dan can tell. He didn’t nap, and he’s yawning, but Dan thinks it’s so cute that he wouldn’t ever tell him to go to sleep.

“What happens when the power comes back on?” Dan asks. He's scared, but not really. He’s pretty sure Phil is in the same boat as him.

“Whatever you want to happen.” Phil says. “You can go spend Christmas with your family. Or with me.”

“You’d let me stay?”

“Of course.” Phil says, hand finding Dan’s and intertwining their fingers. “I’ve let you stay this long, haven’t I?”

They laugh, then kiss for a while. Dan feels something unexplainable deep in his chest, an ache but a good one. One that makes him want to hug Phil to his body for years and never let go. He’d like to explore that more. He wants to get to know each and every quirk Phil has, whether he loves or hates them, and vice versa.

“I’d like to stay.” Dan says.

Phil was currently held under Dan’s arm around his shoulder, the couple eating at a picnic table outside of the school for lunch. Dan’s friends surrounded them, all yelling and throwing food. When a crisp landed atop Phil’s head, Dan growled, his friend staring in shock with his mouth agape.

“Shit.”

A chorus of ‘oh’s echoed around the table, and Dan looked at his boyfriend, carefully taking the crisp from his hair, fixing his flower crown, and then promptly looking at his friend who was profusely apologizing.

“Keep your nasty, chemically produced, wheat, away from my boyfriend.” Dan warned.

“Don’t get your boyfriend’s panties in a twist, Dan, or is it too late for that?” His friend, Jess, joked, the table erupting in laughs as Phil’s cheeks flushed at the assumption.

“Do they not know you have your own panties?” Phil whispered quietly into Dan’s ear, a small smirk playing at his lips. Dan choked on his drink, eyes looking wildly around the table to see if anyone had heard.

“Phil!” He scolded.

“Oh, it looks like Phil’s ass is in for it tonight!” Another friend, Al, said. “Don’t worry, Phil, I’m sure Dan will take good care of you.”

“I’m sure he will.” Phil said quietly enough that only Dan heard him, the younger’s heart beating a little faster.

“Maybe we should get ready for class.” Dan said, taking Phil’s hand, who giggled as all his friends implied that Phil was getting fucked.

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“Well, that was something.” Phil said as he and Dan made it to his room. Dan plopped down on Phil’s pale blue sheets, toeing off his black boots.

“If you’re referring to lunch, then agreed.” Dan sighed. “I didn’t tell them anything, just so you know. I don’t care what they think.”

“As long as it’s not you getting fucked, right?” Phil smirked, crawling onto the bed and straddling Dan’s waist.

“I mean,” Dan shrugged, “It keeps up my rep.”

“Oh, and what about mine, Mr. ‘Top’”? Phil teased, fingers already digging into the top of Dan’s pants, resting there tauntingly.

“But you’re so cute, I don’t think anyone could think about you explicitly without feeling like they’re sinning and need to cleansed.” Dan said, his own thumbs coming to his pants to push them down his hips, underwear sliding down too. Phil pulled them the rest of the way off, taking Dan’s socks with them.

“Oh yeah? What about you, silly boy?” Phil presses, taking his shirt off, flower crown already on his dresses.

“God, you make me sin, Phil, of course I need to be cleansed.” Dan said, crawling on top of Phil, bottom half bare.

“Now, now, baby boy, use your words.” Phil reprimanded, hands on Dan’s naked hips, fingers crawling up his shirt. Dan chuckled, a small blush coming to his cheeks. God, if his friends could see him now. He bit his lip ring, the words on his tongue making him hesitate.

“Sorry, Daddy, been desperate to be on you.” He said, his own fingers on Phil’s chest as he leaned down to kiss him.

Phil nipped at Dan’s lip, the piercing cool against his warm mouth. When he pulled away, Dan chased him, a laugh leaving Phil’s mouth.

“You’ve been a little naughty, Dan.” Phil said, grabbing handfuls of Dan’s plump bottom. Dan groaned, pushing back into Phil’s hands.

“Just been needy, Daddy, sorry.” Dan explained.

“Then you won’t mind that pretty mouth be put to better use, huh?” Phil asked, his fingers pulling Dan’s chin up so he looked at him, Phil’s finger tugging on Dan’s lip.

“Uh-uh, Daddy, I don’t mind. Love your cock.” Dan responded, slowly crawling down Phil’s body, placing small kisses on his torso.

Phil admired the tattoos on Dan’s skin, the pale contrast to the dark symbols and figures a beautiful sight. He looked at Dan’s ass in the air as the latter worked on getting his pants down, and his cock twitched.

“So pretty for Daddy, aren’t you, baby boy?” Phil cooed, his hand running through Dan’s hair.

Dan hummed distractedly as he took Phil’s cock in hand, lips opening up to suck on the tip, trying to get his Daddy to full hardness.

“So good, Dan, so good.” Phil praised and Dan moaned, taking Phil further. He pulled off and ran his tongue all around Phil’s length to get him wet, and then took Phil in his mouth almost completely. “Give me your fingers.” Phil ordered, and Dan did as he was told, his hand coming up to Phil as the older sucked them in his mouth, his spit coating three of Dan’s digits, before taking them out “Finger yourself, baby boy.”

Dan panted around Phil’s cock at the order, his hand going to his entrance and easing a finger into his hole as Phil watched, his fingers laced in Dan’s hair, eyes firmly on his lips taking Phil’s cock and Dan’s ass taking his fingers.

“So full, aren’t you, Dan? What would your friends say? Seeing you choke on my cock? Seeing you take your own fingers so…desperately. You look so good, Dan, feel so good.” Phil tipped his head back as Dan sucked him deeper, and moaned when he looked back at Dan slipping his fingers in and out of himself.

Dan moaned when he added his third finger into himself, the feeling of fullness coming over him and he all but drooled on Phil’s cock, making wet noises as he slurped and sucked around him. He caught Phil’s eyes and didn’t look away as he opened his throat and sunk down on Phil’s length, making him moan and clutch his head as he dragged himself in and out of Dan’s mouth slowly, sensuously.

“Gonna cum, baby boy, you can come, too.” Dan quickened his pace with his fingers and mouth, shoving his digits in himself so that he hit his prostate. He licked around Phil’s cockhead, collecting the ever-growing precum and Phil’s hips stuttered before Dan sped up, going down to the hilt of Phil’s cock and then back up to lick the slit.

Phil felt his abdomen tighten as heat gathered in his groin, and with a moan of Dan’s name he was coming down his throat. Dan sucked him through it, licking the slit one last time to get all his cum before he pulled off, panting.

Dan stood on his knees, fingers still thrusting into himself, and his hand, no longer holding him up, went around to tug and pull at his needy cock.

Phil watched with a smile and still-lusty eyes as Dan whimpered. He sat up on his own knees, going to Dan. He replaced Dan’s hand with his own and smeared precum along his cock. He kissed up Dan’s neck and the latter moaned, his fingers speeding up inside him.

“I’m gonna cum, Daddy, oh, feels so good!” He whined, and Phil kissed him right on the lips as he moaned and whined, his orgasm splitting through him, Dan’s cum spilling over Phil’s hand. “Fuck, Daddy.” He moaned as Phil kept tugging in his spent cock. “I’m-I’m, it hurts, Daddy.”

Phil laughed, finally removing his hand from Dan. “You were so good for me, Dan, made me feel so good.” He praised.

Dan smiled happily, hands reaching up to tug Phil’s hair to bring him into a lazy, sleepy kiss.

“God, if my friends knew what a babe you are, I think they’d cum in their pants.”

“Shut up!” Phil blushed, giggling into the kiss.

“Although, I think I came in my pants when–”

“Dan!”

“I think you’re the pretty one, Dan,” Phil whispers. Dan sets his hand on Phil’s thigh innocently.

“Whatever, Philly. I’m not the one with sparkling blue eyes. Besides,” he picks his head up from Phil’s shoulder and kisses him chastely. “I think we’re both pretty.” He sets his head back on Phil’s shoulder and squeezes his thigh. This time, maybe not so innocently.

Phil gasps at the sensation. Dan attempts to muffle his giggles and apologize, but Phil hears him. “You’re so naughty Dan, doing things like that in a taxi,” he whispers so that Dan is the only one who can hear. He now places his hand on Dan’s inner thigh. “Very, very naughty, baby. What am I going to do with you?” He smirks. Dan gasps when he figures out what Phil is intending. He quickly picks his head up and looks at Phil to confirm. The smirk and the way Phil rubs his thigh is answer enough.

“Oh I don’t know, I think I need to be taught a lesson,” he pauses. “Daddy.”

“We’re here,” the cabbie calls unexpectedly, and Dan is thankful because the thought of Phil going down on him has him shaking with excitement. Phil gets out his wallet and passes the driver the fare. Phil and Dan both exit and make their way into the building. Once they make it into the flat, they take off their shoes. Dan grabs Phil’s hands and leads him through the bedroom door with a smirk on his face.

“You know what, Dan?” Phil says, “I don’t think I’m going to teach you a lesson.” He steps closer to Dan, who takes a step back.

“Well, what are you gonna do, Daddy?” The name drips from his lips and it’s already getting the both of them hot and bothered.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He backs Dan up to the wall. “You’ve got nowhere else to go. I’m gonna make you writhe in the sheets, make you claw at my back, begging me to touch you, to let you cum. I’m gonna fuck. You. Out,” he tantalizes. Phil steps closer to Dan so that the man is completely flush against him and the wall.

“Fuck, that sounds so hot,” Dan breathes, tilting his head back and exposing his neck. Phil takes this opportunity to start teasing. He ducks his head down and takes some of Dan’s skin between his teeth, biting it to leave little red marks. He releases and gets set to doing the same all over Dan’s neck, while Dan gasps and moans at the amazing feeling of the sting. One side, then the other, his Adam’s apple, his jaw. Every part that’s exposed.

“Too many clothes,” Phil breathes against Dan’s neck, spreading shivers and goosebumps all down his body. He takes Dan’s blazer off and lets it drop to the floor, still nipping and kissing Dan’s neck, making the latter crazy with want. He undoes the bow tie around his neck and lets that drop, too. Phil starts to unbutton Dan’s shirt, kissing down the smooth, newly revealed skin.

“Fuck, Phil, please.” Dan groans, already sick of the teasing.

“Let me love you, baby. I want to feel you, every part,” Phil says, untucking his shirt from his black skinny jeans and sliding the clothing off his shoulders. “I love you, so much baby.” He undoes the button to Dan’s jeans, slowly sliding them down his beautiful thighs. Once they’re down to his knees, he directs Dan to step out of them, which he does without hesitation. He slowly picks up each of Dan’s feet and slides his socks off, kissing up from his ankles. He stops just at Dan’s waist, hooking his fingers in Dan’s boxers and looking up at him. Dan stares at the beautiful boy on his knees in front of him. Saving that part for later, Phil starts kissing up Dan’s stomach, leaving little marks as he pleases Dan. He stands and finally kisses Dan on the lips. Slowly licking them and tasting the sweetness of Dan.

“You taste so good, baby. You look so good. All these marks on you. So pretty, aren’t you? My beautiful baby boy,” he praises. Dan moans and bucks into Phil’s thigh. He looks at Phil for approval. “Go ahead, baby, pleasure yourself. Daddy wants to see you.” And with those words, Dan starts grinding into Phil’s thigh, rubbing his completely hard, clothed cock into Phil’s jean-clad leg. He moans out again and again, loving the feelings of pleasure coursing through him.

“Ah, Phil!” Dan chants as he pleasures himself. Sparks fly through his body, igniting every vain and making his body hot. His cheeks are pink and his chest is flushed. His body is covered in a thin sheet of sweat. “Oh my god, Phil!”

“Do you feel good, baby?” Phil whispers in his ear and kisses his neck. “Tell me how you feel, tell Daddy.”

“I feel so hot! So good, you feel so good. I love this, love you.” Dan moans out and pushes his hips harder into Phil’s thigh as he tries to grab onto the wall. “Can I cum, Daddy? Please, let me cum! Daddy, I’m so close.”

Phil pulls away, disconnecting his body from Dan’s. He whines out and Phil shushes him. “It’s okay baby, but not yet. You look so good. So pretty for me. Daddy wants to fuck you. Make you feel so good.” He pulls Dan closer and kisses him, walking backward and leading him into the bedroom. Dan wraps his arms around Phil’s neck and brings their bodies even closer.

“I want you so bad, Daddy. Want you to fuck me.” Dan says against Phil’s lips.

“Anything, my baby. I absolutely adore you.” Phil says, breaking away from the kiss. “I want to see you stretch yourself for me, Dan.” Dan nods eagerly and rushes to the drawer to get the lube.

He pushes his boxers down his hips and lets them fall to the ground before he sets himself in the middle of the bed on his back. Dan uncaps the bottle and gets some lube onto three of his fingers. He reaches his hand down between his legs, grazing his hard cock, and slowly enters one digit into his hole. He breathes out a low moan and pushes his finger in and out repeatedly. Then he adds a second digit. Scissoring them and twisting them to stretch him out.

Phil stands in the room, undressing himself as he watches Dan stretch his hole for him. It’s unbelievably hot as Dan thrashes his head at his own pleasuring. That’s Phil’s favorite to see. When Dan makes himself feel so good in front of Phil, it makes him so hard, so horny, and he just adores the faces and loves to see what Dan does. The sounds he makes are so erotic–whether it’s his fast, labored breathing or his high moans or his low and needy groans–they are all so fucking pretty and sexy.

When Dan has added his third and final finger, Phil has already undressed and remains watching Dan as he lazily stokes his cock to the sight. Dan reluctantly pulls his fingers out, knowing his daddy would be disappointed if he let himself cum, and opens his eyes to see Phil and he blushes at the hot sight in front of him. Phil crawls onto the bed and over Dan, kneeling in between Dan’s thighs.

“You’re so sexy, Dan. So good for me.” He places his cock on Dan’s hole. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. Like I always do, right baby?” Phil smirks as he pushes the tip of his cock in and Dan moans out at the feeling, squeezing the duvet underneath him in his hands. “Huh? I didn’t hear that, baby.” Phil pushes more into Dan, feeling him stretch around him. He moans low and huskily. “I think you feel so good around me. Your tight, little hole, so hot, Dan.” He groans and buries his head into Dan’s shoulder, pushing all the way into him.

Phil kisses Dan’s shoulder and collarbones as he waits for Dan to get used to the stretch. When Dan has adjusted he moans out: “Please move, Daddy. I’m re-” He moans even louder as Phil pulls out all the way to the tip and pushes back in, copying his actions again and again.

Phil thrusts into Dan with speed, feeling his lubed up hole around his cock clench and unclench around him as Phil groans into Dan’s ear. “You feel so good, baby.” Phil says.

“H-Harder, Daddy!” Dan moans and Phil hits his prostate dead-on. Little shocks of white, hot pleasure cause Dan to jerk and move his hips back into Phil. “You feel so good Daddy, harder!” Dan cried. Phil was making him feel so good. Pleasure coursed through his veins as Phil kissed his neck and anything that was in reach. Dan rocked back into him, meeting him with every thrust. It felt so good, everything. The kisses, the sucking, Phil’s warm skin on his, creating shocking sparks of the best pleasure and heating his own skin up, the hot cock thrusting in and out of him, hitting his prostate every time. Such euphoria ran from Phil into Dan.

They were both so hot. Warmth was pulling in their stomachs as they both chased their orgasms. The teasing, the hot words, the actions it was all too much for Dan. He came on his stomach with a final hit to his prostate. Phil kept thrusting, but Dan stopped him.

“Wanna taste you so bad, Daddy. Let me taste you?” He breathed and got up, pushing Phil back. Dan put his hands on Phil’s hip and took Phil’s cock into his mouth. Phil spread his thighs wider for Dan and put his hands in his hair as he moaned aloud. He looked down at Dan as he sucked and licked on Phil’s cock. Dan looked up at Phil and winked, taking Phil all the way down his throat.

“Ah, Dan I’m gonna cum!” Phil said, not looking away from the amazing sight in front of him. Dan licked the underside of Phil’s cock, trailing his tongue to the tip. He collected the precum and swallowed it, loving the bitter, salty taste it left in his mouth. He continued sucking on just the tip, pumping the rest with his hand, and Phil came in Dan’s mouth. The hot, white substance made Dan moan and he came a second time onto the sheets under him. He released his cock and Phil’s, bringing his hand up and licking his own cum from it. He moaned at the taste.

Phil looked at him, and if he a hadn’t just cum he’s sure he would have been instantly hard at the sight of Dan licking his own cum from his fingers.

“You are so fucking hot!” Phil says, getting on his knees and pulling Dan closer to him for a hot breathy kiss. Their lips mesh and their tongues collide. Their hands are all over the other’s naked body, trying to get them closer. Dan has a hand on Phil’s ass and the other in his hair, while Phil grips Dan’s thighs and back. They fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and lips. When they’re wrapped in each other, they pull away, breaking the hot kiss.

“That was really fucking great.” Dan says, smiling and curling into Phil.

“Jeez, you’re such a cumslut, Dan. But that was probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Phil agrees.

“Oh yeah?” Dan giggles, biting his lip.

“Yeah, but Dan, as much as I’d really enjoy fucking you again. I’m really fucked out. And you biting your lip is like, really hot, so stop it.” Phil chuckles, tapping Dan’s lips.

“Anything, my baby. I absolutely adore you.” Dan teases. Phil blushes and they both laugh.

“I really love you, Dan.” Phil says, admiringly.

“Well, I just so happen to really love you, too,” He pauses. “Daddy.”

“Luckily I can read your mind, flies and cobwebs unwind,”

The music makes the room secluded and far away. It takes Phil and I into another world where it’s just us; our pulses beating together, our hearts thrumming in our chests, and he’s pleasuring me while I pleasure him. The music makes my hair stand on end: goosebumps cover the entirety of my body as Phil kisses his way down my chest.

“They will not take you down; they will not cast you out,”

He stops, looking up and giving me a warm smile. He looks at my tummy and darts his tongue out, licking and nipping at my abdomen. He looks up at me again and takes my hand, directing it to his hair. I grab on without thinking twice and twist my fingers into it.

It’s a harsh bite to my hip-bone, multiplied with his fingers digging into my pants to pull them down, that makes me throw my head back, knowing I’ll get too into it if I watch. We both groan as he takes my pants and boxers off.

“Dear friend, here we are again pretending, to understand how you think your world is ending, sending signals and red flags in waves, it’s hard to tell the difference between blood and water these days,”

One hand digs into the sheets and the other into his hair as both of his grip my waist. He lightly sucks on the tip of my cock as I squeeze my eyes shut and curl my toes. He takes me deeper though, swallowing around me and I feel the the sparks of pleasure turn my body hot and needy and more importantly, desperate. Desperate for the man I haven’t seen in so long to love me with his body and his heart.

“I’ll pray that one day you see, the only difference in life and dying, is one is trying, that’s all were gonna do, so try to love me and I’ll try to save you,”

Its his fingers that dig into my hair now. He’s so beautiful, so absolutely lovely: His face scrunched up in undeniable pleasure; his long, sexy legs spread just for me; his slender fingers curled in my hair; biceps flexing; hot and needy pants escaping his pink-bitten lips; his big, hard cock in between my lips. He’s so amazingly gorgeous.

I stretch my mouth over him, taking more of his delicious cock into me, and I do the same to him as he did to me; I swallow around his length and glide my lips and tongue over his tip, making him shiver and pull my hair harder toward his cock.

I run my hands from his hips to his thighs and squeeze them in hopes of his pale skin bruising underneath my touch. I move my mouth faster on him, dipping my head down lower every time until he’s completely in my mouth and I stay still, wanting him to use me, to wreck my mouth and throat and make me his.

He seems to get it because soon he’s bucking in and out of my mouth; but it’s slow and languidly, and I know it’s killing him. I look up at him to find he’s looking at me and I wink, indicting that’s it’s alright. He grips my hair, pulling me off his cock and I pout.

“Come kiss me,” He states, and I waste no time crawling up his body, dragging my skin across his and sending shivers through both of us. I close my eyes as I sit on his lap and await for his lips to meet mine.

“Won’t you stay alive, I’ll take you on a ride, I will make you believe you are lovely. Won’t you say alive, I’ll take you on a ride I will make you believe you are lovely,”

“Do you know that you’re lovely, Dan?” Phil asks as the song hits the chorus and he kisses my cheek, then the other, and I smile.

“I like to believe so,” I reply, and he kisses my dimples, making me smile more and giggle, causing them to be deeper. He pokes one and I open my eyes. He’s staring back at me with such adoration I feel my heart clench. “Well, why are you looking at me like that?” I question softly.

“You do so many things to me Dan. Look at what you’ve reduced me to,” He says just as softly, pulling our bottom halves closer together so that our cocks are touching, and I take a moment to regain myself. Then I look.

His body is flushed; a thin sheet of sweat covers him, and I can feel his erratic heartbeat against my finger tips and his pulsing cock right against mine. I have to squeeze my eyes shut again and move my hips into him. He looks absolutely–

“Erotic,” Phil says, pulling out my thoughts and taking them as his own. “And even that word isn’t a good enough word to describe what I’m seeing right now.”

I moan and push my cock to his again, completely losing every ounce of my self-control. “Will you touch me, Phil? Please I - I just need to be touched. Pleasure me more, Phil, please. I need it, I need you. Want your fingers inside me; want your cock and tongue, too. I want to remember your touch for days after this! Wanna, wanna cum with your name on my lips and I wanna make you cum with mine on yours!” I whine out as I frantically push his hands to my cock and my arse and my nipples and arms and thighs and everywhere, because that’s where I want him.

“Your redemption won’t grow stale, we are now just setting sail, on the seas of what we fear, treason now is growing near to me,”

He lays me down, mouth on mine, a hand moving all over my body, Feeling me and making me putty in his grasp - even if I have been since he licked up my neck - he directs a hand down to my arse and his lips follow, playing with my nipples again and making me hold his head right there, just so I can feel his tongue swipe and lick. He doesn’t seem to care though; happy with giving me so much pleasure after his absence.

I finally can’t take the foreplay anymore; I’m way too sensitive and hyper-aware of everything Phil does. He’s so sexy, just looking at him makes my cock twitch. I let him finish his way down as he trails open-mouthed kisses to my cock once again, but when he continues down my thighs I immediately dig my fingers in his hair as bites the inside of them.

“Phil! I’ll cum! You know I will!” I cry out, feeling my abdomen tighten up and my release just right there, so close but yet so far as he sucks one hickey into my thigh and smirks.

“We’ll have to do that again sometime, now won’t we?” He asks innocently, brushing his lips all over the insides of my thighs as he holds them up. I throw my head back, feeling my cock throb at his voice and his actions.

“Fuck, oh, Phil. No, I’m really close! It’s right there! Don’t stop don’t stop please - shit - please!” I scream over the music that’s still making my heart thrum and I toss my head from side to side as I climb my way up to my release.

“No yet, Danny,” Phil says, massaging a finger around my hole. I reach down to my cock and grip the base tightly, fighting the urge to just slide my hand up and down as Phil fingers me. “Good boy.”

“I’m coming clean, God, hit me straight on. God, hit me straight on,”

“Phil, Phil, Phil!” I chant, as his fingers stretch me. I push my arse out to him and hold the pillow to my face. I dig my knees into the mattress and pull my own hair as pleasure from Phil wracks over my body.

His three fingers slide into me slow and teasingly, lightly hitting my prostate. The sting from the stretch just makes everything more pleasurable and the feeling of him panting on me and knowing that he’s fucking into his hand because he can’t watch me and not have the need to pleasure himself - It’s so fucking hot and I just know I’m definitely not going to be lasting much longer.

“You say things with your mouth, cobwebs and flies come out, I hear a second voice behind your tongue somehow, luckily I can read your mind,”

He knows what I want. He’s turned me back onto my back and he’s looking down at me. He slowly strokes our cocks together and we pant into each others mouths. I squeeze my eyes closed as he runs his thumbs over my tip, and I scratch my fingers down his back harshly.

“Phil, please just - please!” I choke and open my eyes. I look down as he pumps, his hand barley fitting the both of us. My legs are over his and his cock sliding right next to mine makes my whole body twitch in pleasure and that’s all I can keep thinking about. Not just pleasure though, but who’s causing it. My mind is just a mix of: Phil and his lips, Phil and his hands, Phil and his tongue, Phil and his arms, Phil and is big cock, Phil, and how all of Phil is pleasuring me to my limit.

“I’m right there Phil, I’m about to cum.” I say as my eyes blur over.

“Don’t,” Is all he says and now suddenly it’s my life mission not to. He pulls his hands away and I sigh but I look to our hard, leaking cocks and I shudder. The same word comes to mind.

“Erotic, isn’t it?” Phil asks as he looks down on me.

I look him in the eyes: “So fucking erotic.” He leans down and captures my lips in a heated kiss as he finally aligns himself with me.

“Don’t be gone, don’t be gone, don’t be gone, don’t be gone, don’t be gone,”

Phil’s cock pushes in and pulls out, taking with it my ability to think. I cling onto him and moan over and over and over again, not being able to stop myself as he fucks me so hard. He slams into me, his skin sending those tingles everywhere. His cock fills me and reaches all of the places I wish I could reach my myself but it’s impossible. He gyrates his hips, angling down and then sliding up inside me.

My fingers pull on the back of his hair tightly, and his lips and teeth nip at my lips as we kiss sloppily.

Everything’s so hot. It’s so, so hot and Phil is sweaty and beautiful and the feeling of his cock pounding away at my arse and hitting my prostate repeatedly, making me feel like jelly, is so lovely. This whole feeling is lovely. Phil is lovely.

His taste is toxic and I can’t seem to ever get enough. His cock is so big and his thrusting is so hard and deep and I can feel my stomach turn and squeeze, and my abdomen pulls as the familiar feeling of my climax becomes more and more intense. It feels so good everything. It’s euphoric and–

“Fuck, Phil, I’m cumming! Right there, don’t stop! I’m cumming!” I shout. I bite into his shoulder and wrap my legs and arms around him tighter as he unapologetically fucks in and out of me.

I cum and it doesn’t ever feel like it will stop, and my orgasm just intensifies as Phil slowly fucks into me and orgasms, too.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, wanting this feeling to last forever. The buildup was amazing and the climax can’t compete. I just want him to stay in me, want him to be with me, and I never want to forget this feeling.

He thrusts into my slowly and small shocks cause my toes to curl and my nails to dig into his shoulders.

“Jesus, just don’t ever stop.” I groan and bury my head into his neck, leaving a kiss on his collarbone.

“You say things with your mouth, cobwebs and flies come out.”

“You’re beautiful.” Phil admits suddenly.

“Lovely, too,” I add, remembering what he said earlier.