#phandom smut

I was surprised when Dan finally spoke to me. I was walking down the hall towards the kitchen when I found myself pressed up against the wall. Dan had my arms pinned against my sides and was using his legs to hold me to the wall. I let little yelp of surprise. Dan brings his face a few mere inches from mine.

“I want you naked on my bed in two minutes.” Theres a hint of coldness in his voice. I gulp and nod my head. I know better than to say anything. He takes a step back and releases me from his hold. I slide down the wall and head off to his room. Once I’m inside, I shut the door and take my spot on the edge of the bed.

The door opens and closes with a bang. I keeps my eyes focused a spot on the carpet. I can hear Dan moving around the room. It takes a lot of my concentration to not allow myself to look around. The lower part of Dan’s legs suddenly appear in front of me. A hand grips my chin and lifts it upward. I finds myself staring in the lust filled eyes of my Daddy. Dan looks the same as he always does, except he also looks mad. I can feel myself swallow hard at the thought. On the one hand, I knows that Dan is going to rougher with me tonight. On the other, I don’t really mind. I like it when Daddy’s a little rougher.

I watch Dan for a moment. I can feel the way his eyes sweep across my body. However, I never look away from his face. I don’t want to be in anymore trouble then I already am.

Dan run’s his fingers through my hair and I feel them twist as he grips my hair hard. Dan jerks my head back and dips his head to my neck. He bites hard. I bite my lip in an effort to not cry out. Dan works his way up and down my neck. He’s leaving bite marks in his wake. Finally he pulls back and looks me in the face again.

“On your knees baby,” Dan orders. He steps back so I can slide onto the floor. Once I’m comfortably on my knees, he stands in front of me once more. I can see the outline of his harden dick through his pants. Dan undoes the button and slowly pulls down his zipper. I watch as he shuffles down his pants and underwear until there around the middle of his thighs. I watch as he grips his cock in his hand. Dan takes his cock and runs it around my lips.

“Open wide baby boy. Daddy’s going to fuck your throat.” I let out a whimper at the thought. I open my mouth wide and allows Dan to shove his length in. Dan grips the back of my head and holds it still as he begins to thrust in. His length repeatedly hitting the back of my throat.

“Such a good little cockslut aren’t you? Yes you are. So hungry for my cock.” I can’t say anything so I hum in agreement. A few thrusts later, Dan pulls out. My face is flushed with a few tears dotting my cheeks. My lips are red, swollen, and glistening with spit.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dan says softly as he strokes my cheek. I close my eyes and attempt not to melt into his touch. I open my eyes a moment later when I feel Dan grip my chin once again. His moment of niceness is gone and he’s back to being rough.

“On your hands and knees on the bed,” Dan says unblinkingly. I scramble off the floor in compliance. My legs ache slightly in protest after being on my knees for so long. Dan moved to the side of the bed, standing close to the top half of my body.

“Wrists,” he demands flatly. I adjust so I’m propped up on my forearms. He grabs my wrists and ties them together. The restraint is tight, but it’s not cutting off my circulation so I’m fine. Once Dan is satisfied that the strap will hold, he moves father down the bed.

I feel Dan grab my left leg and snap something around my ankle. I feel him also do it to my right ankle. I wiggle a little and determine that he has strapped me into a spread bar.

“So beautiful,” Dan murmurs. I can feel his fingers grazing up my thigh. He then drags them across my ass and the small of my back before going back down the other thigh. He’s gracing every dip and curve with his touch. I let out a soft moan at his touch. He pulls his fingers away and a feel a sharp smack hit my ass. I let out a yelp and shift slightly forward.

“Look at you. All spread out for me. Such a good little whore,” Dan says in a low voice. The words go straight to my cock and I feel it twitch in anticipation.

“I’m going to spank you now. This is your punishment for disobeying. You’re going to count. Do you understand?” Dan asks as he shifts to the side so he can spank me properly. I nod my head in understanding. Dan grabs my hair and roughly pulls my head back.

“When I ask you something, you answer me. Do you understand whore?”

“Yes, sir,” I answer quietly. Crap, I’m in for it now. A hard smack comes from my ass.

“What did you call me?” Dan angrily huffs out.

“Sir,” I answer just as another smack hits me.

“What’s my name slut?” Dan smacks my ass once again.

“Daddy,” I answer in a timid voice. He rubs my ass in an attempt to sooth the redness.

“That’s correct. Good boy. Now you will count. Do you understand?”

“Yes Daddy.” Dan hits my ass.

“One!” I shout. We continue in such fashion until we’ve reached ten. Then Dan runs his hands over my ass in order to sooth it.

“Thank you Daddy.” My voice is a tad shaky.

“Why are you thanking me?” Dan questions, stopping his hands for a moment.

“I just wanted to thank you for being a good Daddy. You’re a good Daddy who makes sure I’m taken care of. You also aren’t afraid to punish me when I’m bad. That makes you a good Daddy.” I turn slightly so I can look back at him. Dan’s expression has softened. I can see love and admiration in his eyes. I smile at him and he gives me one in return.

“I don’t like punishing you baby, but I have to sometimes. I’m glad you’re not mad at me for it.” Dan’s voice is soft and delicate sounding. It reminds me of soft rain on a spring day. We stare at each other for a few minutes. Both of us lost in each other’s eyes.

“Right then. It’s time for your reward for taking your punishment so well,” he says as he breaks eye contact with me. He shifts so he’s behind me again. I hear the sound of the lube bottle opening. I can feel my dick twitch. Dan coats his fingers in lube and sinks one in my ass. I let out a tiny whimper at the intrusion. I mewl as Dan works more fingers and stretches me out. Once he’s satisfied, Dan pulls his fingers out and lubes up his cock. Dan positions himself behind me.

“Don’t worry baby,” Dan coos, “Daddy’s got you.” I’m whimpering at the feeling of his cock against my hole. Dan thrusts forward and slowly sinks into me. I groan at the stretch. He waits a moment for me to adjust before he slowly begins to thrust.

“Daddy!” I cry out as Dan’s cock hits my prostate. Dan angle’s himself properly and relentlessly hits my spot. I’m a moaning, whimpering mess.

“Look at you. Taking my cock like the good little whore you are. Who’s good little whore are you?” Dan huffs out between thrusts.

“Yours Daddy. I’m your good little whore,” I pant. Dan smacks my ass.

“Yes you are. Your pretty little hole taking my cock. You’re a good little slut for my cock,” Dan praises. I throw my head back and moan loudly.

“Daddy! Close!” I call out. Dan smacks my ass again.

“No. After me.” Dan’s thrusts are becoming more erratic. I can tell he’s close. It’s taking all my concentration to not cum before him.

“Phil!” Dan cries out as he stills inside me. I feel him pumping his cum deep in my ass. It tips me over the edge.

“Daddy!” I cry out. My cum spills out onto the bed underneath me. Dan slowly thrusts us through our orgasms and pulls out. I drop my head panting in an attempt to catch my breath. I feel him undo my ankle restraints. Then, he flips me over to undo my wrists. I look at him through heavily lidded eyes. He gives me a smile as he strokes my cheek.

“You’re so good baby. Do you want to know something?” I nod in response.

“I was going to finish in your mouth, but you felt so good. I couldn’t stop myself in time. You were so tight for me,” Dan says softly.

“Maybe next time,” I reply weakly. Dan nods and goes to grab a towel to clean us up with. I’m almost asleep by the time he returns. Dan cleans me off the best he can and crawls into bed next to me. I roll over and lay my head on his chest.

“Oh you like that baby?” he asks as he grinds harder.

“Phil-.” I moan out. He smirks and I can see that his eyes have completely fill with lust. He resumes kissing down my body. I watch as he pulls down my boxers. Phil and I gasp at the same time as my cock springs free. Though for different reasons. His was at the sight of my cock; red, throbbing, and starting to leak. Mine because I’m no longer uncomfortably restricted. He licks his lips before slowly descending to take me in his mouth.

“Huh?!” I bolt up. The room is dark except for the amber light in the corner. A thin sheen of sweat covers my body. I breath heavily for a few minutes until I finally feel myself calming down. I look down and notice my hard cock beneath the blanket. It was a wet dream. A wet dream about my best friend.

I flop back on the pillow and stare ahead waiting for my cock to go back down. Of course it doesn’t want to comply. I push back the covers, flick on the lights around my headboard, and throw my legs over the side of the bed. I rummage around in my side drawer until I find what I’m looking for. I open the lube and put some in my hand.

I grip my dick and slowly start moving up and down. I can feel my cock twitching at the contact and I let out a low moan. I begin to work faster and my moans are getting louder.

“Phil-Oh-,“ I moan as I flick my wrist.

“Phil!” I nearly scream as I slide my thumb through my slit. I can feel the heat in my stomach. I’m close.

“Dan-.” I freeze at the sound of my name. I look towards my door and there stands Phil. His pajama pants seem to be bulging slightly and he’s shifting from foot to foot. We stare at each other in silence. I drop my now limp dick from the hand and move to cover myself. Phil moves towards me.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he says as he stops in front of me. My breath catches in my throat as I get a look at his face. Phil’s raven colored hair is sticking up in a quiff. His ocean blue eyes are more the color of the sky on a rainy day. They’re dark and full of lust.

I don’t respond, but I do pull off the blanket. I’m sitting on the edge of my bed completely naked in front of my best friend and I don’t mind one bit. Phil bends down and gently connect our lips. His are soft against my rough ones. I can feel him pushing me down onto the mattress. I move up slightly so I don’t slide off. Phil climbs on top of me; straddling my lap with his.

Phil pulls back and pulls his shirt off. I admire his pale skin in the glow of the lights. I run my fingers lightly up and down his torso. He shudders under the touch of my fingertips. A shy smile graces my lips as I snake my arms around his waist. I pull him towards me and we smash our lips together. Our tongues wrap around each other in heated passion.

“Move up babe,” Phil whispers as moves off of me. I readjust while he strips off the rest of his clothes. I don’t stop my eyes from scanning slowly over his body. His hair is disheveled and his lips are swollen with kisses. My eyes move down his trim, pale torso and back up his legs. I look at his crotch last and oh is it worth it. His cock is a beautiful sight to behold. It’s large, swollen, and just begging me to wrap my lips around it. Phil sees my lingering stare and smiles.

“May I?” I ask; not taking my eyes off his cock. It twitches and I bite my lip.

“Please,” he replies in a breathy moan. I move forward and grip the base in my hands. A bead of precum drips from his slit and I slowly lap it up with my tongue. I hear Phil’s breath catch. I glance up at him through my lashes and then slowly slide him in my mouth.

I start by sucking on the tip; swirling my tongue around it and through his slit. Then, I slide him towards my throat. I feel him hit the back of my throat and that’s really when I get to work. I begin to bob my head up and down. Phil starts to quietly moan. I pull back and flick my tongue through his slit before I slam down on his cock.

“Oh-uh-,” Phil stammers out as he starts to fuck my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder as he repeatedly hits the back of my throat.

“Dan-Dan!-Stop!” Phil cries out. I pull off knowing that he was close to the edge. We both are breathing heavily. I move back against my pillows and Phil settles between my thighs. He’s trailing kisses down my stomach and running his hand over my cock. I hear him open the lube with his free hand. Phil sits back and pours lube over his fingers. I feel his eyes rake over me as he warms it up.

Phil slowly slides his hand down my balls to my tight hole. I feel one of his fingers graze my rim. I shudder at the touch. He slowly sinks in the first finger. I whimper at the slight pain, but it soon gives way to pleasure.

“More,” I moan after just a few thrusts. Phil adds a second finger and increases the thrusts just slightly. My moaning becomes a little louder. He doesn’t warn me before adding a third finger. Phil scissors me while searching for my prostate. I find my hips are bucking back on his fingers. I want more of him deeper in me.

“Fuck me Phil. Please,” I plead in between moans. I whimper at the loss of his fingers as he pulls out of me. I use the time it takes him to lube up his cock to catch my breath. Phil leans down over me and places a kiss upon my lips. I slide my tongue along his lower lip. Before I can gain entry, he pulls back. I look into his eyes and see that he’s loosing himself in my eyes. I’m already lost in his.

While keeping our eyes locked, Phil slowly slides into me. Even though he had stretched me with his fingers, they are nothing compared to his cock. The burn continues even after he bottoms out inside of me. Phil stills as he waits for me to okay him to move. I wait a few minutes for the burn to subside and start to be replaced with pleasure.

I give Phil a nod and he slowly begins to move. He starts his thrust off gentle, but began to get more forceful as time moved on. Phil’s arms are planted on either side of my head and his head is buried in the crook of my neck. My nails are raking up and down his back.

“Dan-Oh-Dan-,” Phil moans in my ear. My own moans start to get loud the faster we move.

“Phil!” I cry out as he hits my prostate. Phil angles himself to hit the spot over and over again with every thrust. My moans turn into whorish screams as he abuses my prostate. I can feel the heat pool in my lower abdomen.

“Come,” Phil cries out as he slams into my spot for the last time before spilling himself in me. It’s enough to push me over the edge. Ribbons of white cum shoot out of my cock as I arch my back. My load covers both of our chests.

Phil moves us through our respective orgasms before fully stopping. I feel the sudden emptiness as he pulls out and lays beside me. We both breath heavily as we attempt to catch our breath before we address each other.

“Wow,” Phil says, finally breaking the silence.

I’ve decided to fix our rut. One of us has to and it might as well be me. I’ve decided to tease Phil so he just has to take me. Friday morning, I put my plan into action.

I saunter into the kitchen without a shirt on. Why wear a shirt when it’s just going to come off later? I have a pair of tight boxers on and pajama pants slung low on my hips. I’ve placed my boxers so they’re almost as low as my pants. I know Phil loves the sight of the V leading down to my crotch. I know it will get him going.

Phil’s leaning against the counter; eating cereal as normal. His sweats have fallen down slightly. I can see a bit of his hip from where his shirt has ridden up. I would love to bite right there. I can feel my cock twitch at the thought.

I move around the kitchen in an over exaggerated way. Over stretching to elongate my torso. Bending at the waist so he gets a good look at my ass. When I stood up after that one, I caught Phil looking. His face flashed pink and he darted his eyes away. I give him a sly smile and glances down. My movements seem to be having an effect already and I haven’t even started.

I unnecessarily brush against him on my way out of the kitchen. I can feel his have hard dick twitch against the back of my hand. I smile at him and glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He takes a deep breath.

I spread out on the couch, trying to flaunt my best features. Phil stands in the doorway of the lounge and watches me. I can see him out of the corner of my eye. I stretch in a way that I hope is as sexy as it’s suppose to be in my mind.

I can see him trying to subtly readjust himself. A knowing smile graces my lips. He’s doing exactly what I hope he would do. Get all hot and bothered. He’ll have to play with me now.

I abandon my cereal on the table and walk past Phil. Again, I brush against him. I smile to myself as he fidgets from the contact. Before I’m completely out the door, I feel him grab my wrist. He spins me around so I’m caught between him and the wall.

“Where are you going?” he asks in a breathy tone.

“Shower,” I reply trying to keep calm. He takes a small step towards me. Eliminating what little distance there was between us.

“I know what you’re doing,” he whispers in my ear. Phil gently bites on my earlobe and begins working his lips down my neck. His lips seem to dance like a feather towards my collar bone.

“What am I doing?” I ask quietly. I sharply inhale as he bites down on my collar bone. The bite is hard enough for me to feel it, but gentle enough that it won’t leave much of a mark.

“Getting me all bothered so I’ll fuck you senseless,” he murmurs into my skin.

Phil had been moving one of his hands up and down my side while he was talking. He takes that hand and runs it across my hip towards my crotch. I gasp as his hand ghosts over my cock. Phil knows how to wind me up, to get me going. I feel him reattach his lips to my hot neck. He’s still ghosting his hand over my cock.

“Phil!” I moan out. It feels as though my skin is starting on fire and we haven’t really started yet.

“Yes Dan?” he asks as he runs his nose next to my ear.

“Please,” I plead. My voice sounds small and breathy.

“Please what babe?”

“Please-,” his fingers brush my tip.

I can feel my cock straining against the fabric of my underwear. I let out a throaty moan and bend my knees slightly. Phil steps back slightly and smirks at me. I’m starting to pant and I feel as though my face is flushed. Phil’s lips are slightly swollen and his breathing is jagged.

Phil takes me by the hand and pulls me out of the lounge. My head is slightly swimming. He leads me into his room and shuts the door behind me. Phil pushes me gently onto the bed and I fall willingly. He pulls off his shirt before climbing on top of me.

I love his skin. It’s porcelain with the right mix of hair and imperfections. Actually, he has no imperfections because he’s perfect to me. I’m getting distracted by looking at him. He’s straddling my hips; balancing on his knees. Phil cups my face in both his hands and places a gentle kiss upon my lips. I smile into it. However, gentle and sweet doesn’t last long.

Phil breaks the kiss suddenly and pushes me roughly onto the bed. He shimmies off and grabs my pants. He quickly pulls them down; taking my boxers with them. I see him look me up and down with a smile on his face. He licks his lips before he speaks.

“Up towards the top.” I scramble backwards towards the headboard. Phil finishes declothing before walking over to the side table. He grabs the lube and stands back to look at me. I take the opportunity to drink him in. His black hair is a mess. His sky blue eyes are taken over with lust. My eyes wander down towards his member. It’s strained away from his stomach; turning red and starting to leak.

I bite my lip and let out a soft moan. I want him. I want him more than I have wanted him in a long time. I can’t help myself. I let my hand wander down to my shaft. I gently stroke up and down as Phil moves around the bed before settling between my legs. I pull my hand away as Phil begins to slowly kisses up my body.

“Have-“ he plants a on my left thigh.  

“I-“ he kisses my right thigh.

“ever-“ he ghosts his tongue over my slit.

“told-“ he kisses my lower stomach.

“you-“ he kisses right above my belly button.

“how-“ he kisses one nipple.

“amazing-“ he does the same to the other.

“you-“ he kisses and softly grazes his teeth against my neck.

“look?” he gives my a long, deep kiss on the lips.  Phil’s lips are soft and sweet against my chapped ones. It’s my favorite thing about Phil. The way that he makes me feel when we kiss. It was a tender moment that ended too soon. Phil abruptly broke the kiss and the lustful part of him took over again.

“Spread your legs as far as you can baby,” he says as he nudges my legs apart. I spread my legs as far as I can comfortably go.

Phil started biting me up and down as his hand started working my cock.

“So hard for me aren’t you baby?” Phil smirked then flicked his tongue over my slit.

“Yes Phil. All for you.” My head begins to swim.

“Tell me what you want baby. Beg for it.” He had began to work his fingers down my shaft. Dancing across my balls towards my hole.

“Mhm-Phil!” I gasp as he runs his finger around my rim. He pulls back and grabs the lube. I watch him coat his fingers while waiting for it to warm up. I bite my lip in anticipation. Phil runs his finger around the rim before gently pressing his pointer finger in.

I can feel myself involuntarily clench around it. Phil slowly begins to drag it in and out. I can feel myself relax the longer he goes on. He adds his middle finger without warning. I buck my hips slightly. Phil begins to speed up.

“More Phil,” I grunt out. My hips are keeping time with his fingers and I feel a sheen across my skin as he starts scissoring me.

“What was that baby?” he asks as he dips his head to bite my hip. I thrust my hips up at the contact.

“More please Phil. More,” I cry out. Phil looks at me and smiles while he works a third finger inside of me. I mew at and welcome the intrusion. Phil works on stretching me while brushing finger tips against my prostate. I’m thrusting back against his fingers.

“You’re being so good,” he kisses me as he removes his fingers, “I’ll reward you.” I whimper at the sudden lack of pressure in my ass. Phil chuckles before grabbing the lube and running it over his cock. He takes his cock and runs it over my hole.

“Tell me what you want Dan,” he says as he continues to tease me.

“Your cock. Please,” I reply as i wriggle beneath him.

“Oh come on love. You can beg better than that.”

“Please Phil. Please fill me with your cock. Please fuck me hard and fast. Make me come Phil. Fuck me Phil. Fuck me please!” The words come tumbling out of my mouth as I impale myself on his dick.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He guides his cock into my hole. I moan as he starts to fill me. Phil slides all the way in before waiting a moment so I can adjust.

“Please Phil,” I whimper. I feel him begin to move in and out. He starts out slow at first, but soon picks up the pace.

I look up at Phil above me. His hair is sticking to him due to sweat. His eyes are closed and low moans are escaping his lips. I dig my nails into his biceps and throw my head back. I give completely into the pleasurable sensation coming from below.

I arch my back and let out a loud moan as Phil hits my prostate. He pounds into me as hard as he can. Hitting my spot over and over again.

“Phil! God Phil! Don’t stop!” It’s as though he is doing double time now. I grip hard on his shoulder blades; hard enough to leave bruises. I’m nearly screaming when I feel the heat building in my lower stomach. Phil is almost as loud and as close as me.

“Dan! Come! I can’t-“ I don’t let Phil finish before I explode all over both of our chests. Two thrusts later, Phil follows suit. He slows down before stopping completely. I’m gulping at the air trying to fill my aching lungs. Phil presses his forehead to mine. He’s panting as hard as I am.

Phil pulls off and rolls onto the bed next to me. We  for a while. The only sound is our breathing. I reach out and intertwine our fingers together.

“Hey Phil.”

“Yeah Dan.”

Sometimes I think that Phil should just give me a key to his flat, honestly. I'm over here all the fucking time, I'm pretty sure the people I'm supposedly sharing halls with don't even know my name. I eat here, I sleep here, I "revise" here, it's basically my home. But no I'm left standing in the rain with my finger on the buzzer, my phone in my hand in case I need to call him. I'm literally about to just fuck it and go to Starbucks or something when he finally opens the door. But he opens the door with his hair all wet and shiny, falling into his face and his clothes are drenched like he's been in the rain too. 

Do you ever get those moments of holy shit, what an attractive person in my presence because I've been feeling like that around Phil since day one. He's the most gorgeous man I've ever seen; I'm really not sure why he keeps me around sometimes. But then he pulled me into a hug and said that he'd missed me and I didn't care. He smelled ten times better than usual because he'd just gotten out of the shower, and holy shit I almost died. But I guess my body decided "instead of dying right now, why don't I just force all of your blood down to your dick, sound good?" No, body. It doesn't sound good.

But it happened anyway, and who am I to stop it when being held by an actual sex god? So I didn't even try to think about Grandma, I just let it happen, and when Phil notices we'll have a good time.

We made it back up to his apartment and I sat on the couch while he went to finish drying off and get re-dressed. There I was again, enveloped by his smell, and looking at the water dripping off his broad shoulders as walks toward his room, swaying his hips while he does and God, does he realize how sexy he is? He has to, I mean, I'm sure you've seen the Toxic video. That shit got me off more times than I'd like to mention when I was in high school. Anyway, he fucking took his shirt off before he even had the door to his room shut and his back is a work of art, I swear to God. His shoulders are so broad, and then they like taper off into a really slim waist Jesus Christ. Phil isn't really a muscly guy, y'know? But when he moves you can see the muscles in his back rippling and you can see his scapula (Is that what they're called? Scapula... spatula... shoulder bone?) bones going up and down and holy fuck he's a hot piece of ass. But then his door is closed and I'm left with no distraction from the images in my brain, all of which are of Phil. 

Luckily he's back in a few minutes and I don't have long to think of his tongue in unholy places doing unholy things, as he suggests playing his Xbox. My focus slightly shifted from Phil's gorgeous body to beating his sorry ass at the game. But then (There's always a "but then" with Phil, isn't there?) he started smiling, and poking his cute little tongue out of the corner of his mouth and my thoughts reverted back to their perverse state. God, I am such a horny bastard. 

I ended up losing because I couldn't stop thinking about fucking Phil, and while he laughed at me I just stared at his tongue - probably in a creepy way, to be honest - and all my thoughts suddenly focused in on that one muscle. So I kissed him. Kinda like on the Manchester Eye when I just thought fuck it and did it, except this time it was done because I needed to get him as worked up as I was.

Kissing Phil is an experience that I would say everyone should have, but I'm selfish and don't want to share, so sorry. He always holds me so close, one hand around my waist and the other on my cheek. It makes me feel safe; it feels like home. (I'm a sap, I'm the ultimate sap) You know, when people kiss in movies it's always so weird. Their tongues are all over the place and their lips move at like 20 miles an hour and they make gross sounds and there's too many hands and noises and no. Kissing Phil is perfect because his thumb runs across my cheek and he moves his fingers around on my waist. He puts his mouth on mine softly, and then our lips disconnect and reconnect and then he moves his tongue a little bit across my mouth, and then his tongue is in my mouth and, fuck, now I'm getting turned on again. Phil's tongue is a danger to society.

Naturally, I decide to kiss him harder and push him back on his couch so I'm straddling him because damn, I want to feel him all over me. I move my hips around on him and push down right on his crotch, and I can feel him twitching in his jeans and hear his breathing getting more and more labored and I love it. I move away from his lips to kiss along his neck and he fuckin' moans and sounds like a god. His hands move to pull my shirt off and I lean back so I can do the same for him. I feel his hands fumbling on my jeans, so I stand up and bring him with me, both of us pushing our jeans down as fast as we can and then we get back on the couch, this time I'm laying down and Phil is on top of me and he reaches a hand down to touch my dick. There's an explosion in my brain when he does, his thumb already going over my tip and I have to grab his arm to keep myself alive. My toes curl and my nails dig into his arm and he has the audacity to start biting my neck, what a piece of shit.

I can feel myself getting impossibly hard so I decide to do the same to him, reaching down and moving my hand across his dick at probably double the speed he was doing to mine. He lets out a broken-sounding groan and starts moving his hips into my hand and I feel his other hand come around to touch my hole and I'm gone. 

Before I can even think about stopping myself the words eat me out are thrown into the air and my face is turning red. I feel Phil's hand leave my ass and oh God I blew it but then his finger's in his mouth and he's looking at me with so much lust I could've passed out. I can see the way his tongue is moving around his middle finger and my blood turns cold, God, I'm so fucking excited.

Phil moves down my body - still fuckin' sucking on his finger, what a jerk - and then our eye-contact is broken because he's looking at my ass, and it's really hard to feel self-conscious when he looks at your ass like he's looking at a work of art. His finger leaves his mouth - here it comes - and then it's prodding against my hole and my mouth opens and I'm trying so hard to keep breathing, because the next thing I know, his finger is completely inside of me. It's moving around and I realize I'm moaning like a fucking whore and goddamn, I guess I am a slut. At least for Phil I am.

And then I feel something that is decidedly not another finger poking around my hole and fuck fuck fuck his tongue is licking around his finger and they're both in my ass and I'm not sure if I've ever felt more alive than I do right now. It's slippery and warm and much more appealing than I ever thought it could be. I had to stick my fist in my mouth so I didn't shout, and my legs jerked and it was so good.

His index finger came next, pushing in against his tongue and middle finger; once all three were in I thought I was gonna die. My heart was beating so fast, I couldn't catch my breath, my legs were shaking, and I'm sure my voice was about to go. He scissored his fingers and licked harder in-between them and just. Wow. My advice to anyone who is interested in sex is to go out and have your asshole licked. You'll thank me.

Phil's only been going for about five minutes, and I'm not quite sure what changes but something does and suddenly I'm gripping his hair tightly, pushing his head further into me as I nearly scream. I'm getting close and I can't seem to find the words to tell Phil this so I settle for just trying to yell his name every few moments. I feel him squeeze my thighs and I can't hold it out anymore. I feel my lower torso tighten and then I'm coming all over my chest and stomach, probably harder than I ever have. I feel so good, and Phil just keeps moving his fingers and tongue inside of me to work me through it. 

He pulls away and my legs fall down to the couch. I'm still shaking. With my eyes closed I reach out for him and tug him back down to kiss me. His tongue is still magical, even after being in my ass. You'd think I'd care where his mouth has just been but... nah. Fuck. I love him so much. 

I can feel that he's still hard, but I'm so goddamn tired. My limbs feel like jelly, and all I can say is thank you thank you thank you fuck are you God did God just lick my ass fuck thank you Jesus fuck. I can hear him giggling at me, and I open my eyes to look at him. He' so cute. Smiling down at me as I ramble about how nice it feels to be fingered and rimmed, what a fucking cutie. He leans back, just looking at me, and then his smile turns to more of a smirk as he reaches down and starts jerking himself off. Once again, I have to praise Jesus for giving me this wonderful man.

He moves his hand around on his dick, spreading his precum all over. I want to sit up and help, but I honestly don't think I can move currently.

"Come on me"

Phil slows his movements down slightly with a questioning look on his face.

"Fucking come on my stomach, my face, I don't care. Just come on me"

That seems to do something to Phil. He sits up on his knees and starts going faster, moving his left hand down to mess with his balls, and his moans get louder and more breathy, so I open my mouth. He apparently gets the message because he moans louder than before, moving his hips forward and coming on my cheek. I move my head so that some lands in my mouth and dribbles down my chin. I move my hands to rest on his thighs and I can feel his muscles quivering as he comes down, laying back on the opposite side of the couch to cool down.