#phan hc

It had started out innocently, if Phil were being honest. At first, he’d just wanted to wear his merch around the house, show it off and have Dan either jokingly scold him for an unnecessary promo, or praise him for the design, never failing to make Phil feel appreciated in all his efforts.

But some way or another, Phil had ended up using his merch to tease his boyfriend, wearing the hoodie with only his boxers, and waltzing around the lounge like that, making sure to let the hem of the hoodie ride up whenever he was lying down, revealing his cute bum in all its glory. Things had finally come to a head when Phil wore panties instead of his usual boxer shorts, pink and lacy, and matching the hoodie a little too well.

He’d been tempting Dan with it for hours now, wiggling his butt in an exaggerated, almost comedic manner, that would’ve made Dan if it weren’t so quintessentially Phil, didn’t make him think of how utterly precious and fuckable his boyfriend really was. Phil would bend over at any given opportunity, providing Dan with the chance to stare as much as he liked, but never giving him enough time to actually do anything about it before he was standing back up again, a cheeky smile on his face just to show how much he knew what he was doing. Eventually, Dan couldn’t take it anymore, and that’s what lead them to where they were now, Phil bent over the couch, face down in the cushions as most of his body was supported by the armrest, and Dan eating him out like he couldn’t get enough of him.

“Dan, fuck, please.” He begged, picking his head up to turn and look back at him. Dan pulled away for a second, and he was a sight to behold like that, cheeks rosy and damp with sweat, curls askew and messy, a little bit of spit running down his lips and chin. But his eyes were the best part, dark and completely dilated, with so much of their focus on Phil it almost made him nervous when he thought about how all that attention was on him, solely devoted to making him feel good.

“What do you need, angel?” He asked, and his voice was so low and raspy it made Phil’s stomach flutter and his cock practically pulse, harder than ever.

“More, ‘M just—fuck. Can’t say it, I’m too embarrassed.”

It was no secret to either of them how easily flustered Phil could get in the bedroom. With a quick giggle and shy, darting eyes, Phil thought he could get out of having to explain what he wanted. He thought wrong.

“Come on baby, use your words. You can do it, tell Daddy what you want him to do to you.” Dan cooed, warm and soft and coaxing in such a gentle, yet commanding way. It made Phil’s blood run hot, and he was opening his mouth to speak before he could even think about it.

“Daddy, I want you to eat me out until I cum, Daddy. Then I want you to make me cum again and again and again.” Phil was nearly whining at this point, eyes wide and pleading as they made contact with Dan’s.

“Okay baby, I’ll give you what you want. But on my terms alright? I can make you cum as many times as I like. I won’t stop for begging or crying, I’ll only stop for your safeword, is that okay?”

“Yes, Daddy, that’s, fuck—“ Phil stuttered, losing his composure when Dan started tracing circles around his rim with his thumb, the tip tantalizingly close to pressing in dry. “That’s perfect Daddy, I wanna cry, make me cry for you.”

Dan smirked, and Phil’s cock leaked a little precum in excitement when he realized what he’d gotten himself into.

“Oh, you wanna cry, sweetheart? Want Daddy to make you cry?”

Phil chewed on his lower lip as he considered his options, biting in a little harder as he went with the choice of teasing Dan even more. He sat up and turned around completely, shuffling his knees under his body as he muttered “If I’m not sobbing by the third orgasm, I’ll be disappointed, Daddy.”

Dan’s mouth dropped open slightly, and he almost chuckled in surprise, taken aback by Phil finally managing to push past that barrier of hesitance and self-conciousness around dirty talk, if only for a moment. His eyes squeezed shut for a second as he gathered his wits, needing to take his gaze off of Phil to get himself back together. He was too gorgeous like this, wound up and begging to get off, quiff disheveled, and glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.

“Alright love, turn around and let Daddy make you feel good again.” Dan guided, speaking once he could think again. Phil did just as instructed, flipping over back onto his stomach, and pulling his panties to the side. Dan spread his cheeks and lapped over his hole much slower this time, dragging his tongue in a circular motion around Phil’s rim, but refusing to push inside, wanting to keep Phil on edge and waiting for it.

Phil squirmed and pushed his ass back with a frustrated whine, mumbling “Daddy, come on, you said you were gonna make me cum. Hurry up.”

Dan chuckled softly, giving in then to Phil’s demands. He pushed his tongue in past Phil’s rim, nearly losing it when he felt Phil flutter around him. He was so desperate for it, hands balling up the sofa fabric between his fingers, needy for something to hold onto as that heat in his tummy steadily grew, letting him know his first orgasm of the night was coming up soon.

Dan slid two fingers in beside his tongue, and Phil was done for, cumming instantly with a choked off cry. His body went limp as the pleasure resided, already exhausted, and the night had barely even begun. Dan pulled away for a moment to let him breathe, watching with a self-satisfied grin plastered on his face as Phil tried to get himself back together. He was still shaking a little, panting under his breath, and eyes clenched shut.

After a few minutes Dan pulled his fingers out as well, shuffling up to where he could rest on the back of Phil’s thighs, and muttering in his ear, “You ready for more, angel? Or do you wanna take a break for tonight, try this some other time?”

Phil lifted his head up and giggled, “I’m not that old yet, you can keep going. Don’t need to stop—don’t want to.”

Dan rolled his eyes in response, but did as requested, pressing three fingers in Phil now. Phil gasped, eyes shooting open and body reacting almost instantly. He avoided thrusting them at first, instead scissoring and feeling around to where he could find Phil’s prostate. He found it easily, rubbing the rough, calloused tips against his spot over and over. Phil practically sobbed, pushing himself up on his hands and knees so he could rut back, fuck himself on Dan’s fingers. It felt so fucking good, maybe a little intense, and maybe a little overwhelming—more than Phil was used to—but he was so willing to take it, more than willing, wanting.

And then it was gone. Dan’s fingers were pulling out again and he was left clenching around nothing. Phil’s whole body shuddered at the sudden emptiness, hole twitching uselessly. He was about to turn around and grumble something about how he didn’t want to be teased, but then Dan was pushing him down on his back, sitting on top of him and straddling his chest. His cock was right next to Phil’s face, close enough if he leaned up he could take it in his mouth--and that was exactly what Dan wanted.

“Go on baby, suck me off. Make me feel good, and I’ll let you cum.” He commanded gently, holding the tip of his cock at Phil’s lips. Phil took him in eagerly, letting Dan push in all the way to the hilt. He felt Dan’s hand in his hair, holding him there as he tried to adjust to breathing through his nose, and somehow that just got him even harder. Thinking about how helpless he was, how Dan could fuck his throat and keep him completely still while he used Phil. The idea turned him on more than it should have.

After a few minutes Dan could tell Phil was getting tired and impatient. He looked utterly wrecked, face flushed and lips damp with spit and precum. He pulled out carefully, giggling when Phil whined and tried to chase after his dick, neck straining.

“Turn around angel, gonna make you cum now.”

Phil nodded, returning to his hands and knees, and closing his eyes as he waited to feel Dan’s cock pressing inside him. Something about not being able to see made the tension stronger, the wait even better, more teasing. Dan’s hands found their way to Phil’s hips, gripping his lovehandles, and fingers digging into the soft skin as he positioned the tip of his dick right against Phil’s hole, deciding to be even more of a cheeky shit and thrusting between his cheeks. Phil groaned, it felt good, but he was so fucking desperate, and it didn’t feel as good as he knew Dan inside him would. Nothing did.

“Daaaddy, stop teasing. ‘M so hard it hurts.” He complained, lips curled in the pout Dan loved so much, the pout Phil knew could get him anything if he tried hard enough. Dan rolled his eyes, but he got along with it, lining himself up properly and pushing inside Phil. Phil practically keened, rolling his hips back to force Dan deeper. The head of his cock brushed over Phil’s prostate, and he almost came just from that, his body so sensitive and sore all over, but still needing more.

Dan held back at first, moving gently in and out of Phil, and keeping his pace slow. Phil knew he meant it in the sweetest way possible, knew his boyfriend was scared of hurting him when Phil was so rarely overstimmed, but he didn’t have the patience for Dan’s loving precautions today. He pulled off of him, turning around and pushing Dan down to where he was laying on his back, before slamming back down on his cock, moaning when he felt it press all the way in. Dan groaned, hands shooting down to where they could clutch Phil’s ass, groping the soft, supple flesh as he started to bounce on Dan’s dick.

He spread his cheeks, his thumb circling Phil’s rim, and blood running hot when he could feel himself fucking in and out of Phil, slick and fast and so, so good. Phil was moving quick now, hands braced on Dan’s chest for leverage as he pulled himself up all the way to the tip, and forced his hips back down with all the strength he could muster, sobbing out loud when he hit his own spot dead-on. Dan’s hand wrapped around his cock, started stroking him in time with his thrusts, and Phil came for the second time that night, hard and all over his and Dan’s chests. Dan followed soon after, overwhelmed by the feeling of Phil clenching around him, and hitting his own release within seconds.

Phil, for lack of better words, flopped off of Dan’s cock, clumsy and tired, but completely adorable in Dan’s eyes. He was panting hard, chest rising with each inhale, but Dan wasn’t willing to give him a break this time, shuffling down to where he could get between Phil’s legs, and bringing the tip of his softening cock into his mouth.

Phil nearly squirmed off the couch, his thighs clasping around Dan’s head instantly, as if his body was trying to shut Dan out, push away the pleasure he knew he wanted so badly.

“Daddy, ‘s too much. Can’t take it.” Phil whimpered, his vision starting to blur and tears rolling down his cheeks. Every little touch set his skin on fire, and it was almost too much for Phil to handle. Almost.

Dan popped off for a second to mutter, “Just a little bit more baby, you can take it. Take it for Daddy.” Lapping softly over the tip of Phil’s cock to give him a moment to breathe, before diving back down, sinking deeper with every bob of his head ‘til his nose was pressed against Phil’s pelvis. Phil shivered, but took everything Dan gave him gratefully, without complaint this time.

“Good boy.” Dan mumbled, mouth still around Phil’s dick, and it was those words combined with a thumb pushing hard against his perineum that sent Phil over the edge for a final time, writhing and twisting on the mattress, unable to hold still as his body was wracked with pleasure. Dan worked him through it the whole time, not letting up until Phil had a hand in his hair and was tugging on his curls, pushing him off.

Dan sat up then, pulling Phil into his lap and cradling him against his chest. Phil was asleep within minutes, exhausted from the events of the evening. Dan chuckled fondly, but let his boyfriend stay like that, happy for him to sleep in his arms as long as he needed. After all, they could always clean up tomorrow.