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“Why doesn’t Dan get a tattoo?

Why doesn’t Dan get a dog?

Why doesn’t Dan get married?

Because he’s scared of commitment!” Dan singed.

Phil was tempted to covertly walk over to the next room and silently mouth a “What the fuck!?” at Dan. He wanted to murder him, but instead, he joined the singsong with a deep “Yeah,” hoping to move along, the problem was that Dan wasn’t even done talking.

“Set me free,” Dan said. “What would happen one day if I just dyed my hair pink? What would happen I there was a shotgun wedding?”

There was more to it but Phil was scrambling to stop his blabbering idiot boyfriend from speaking them into an even bigger mess, so he chose a random message to play over him, hoping to get his point across.

Dan remained unfazed until the end of the stream and Phil tried to keep up with his antics, which he mostly managed, but the outright mention of a wedding and completely unprompted had really thrown him off.

As soon as the show was over, Dan came marching in, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. “Should we order pizza? I can’t be bothered to cook.”

“Sure,” Phil said absentmindedly. He kept his eyes on his boyfriend until Dan finished typing their order in and looked up, finally making eye contact with him.

“Wot?”

Phil blinked repeatedly. He took a deep breath to avoid yelling, he didn’t like to yell at Dan, really, but sometimes he couldn’t help it. “Would you care to explain what the fuck was that?” He asked as calmly as he could manage.

“What was what?” Dan frowned.

“What you said about a wedding?”

Dan rolled his eyes with a huff. “What? It was a joke. It’s fine.”

“We agreed to keep our private life private but you keep just - saying things without even a heads up!”

“I didn’t say anything about our lives, I just said I’m scared of commitment. It’s not a big deal, jeez Louise.” Dan crossed his arms, looking like an overgrown child.

Phil huffed. “For someone who is scared of commitment you talk about marriage a lot.”

“It was just one time, you’re being dramatic!”

“I can remember five other times you mentioned the topic in the last month. Is there something you want to tell me?” Phil frowned.

Dan raised his eyebrows, his eyes suddenly looking into the distance. “Have I really mentioned it that often?”

“You have, but never to our audience. That’s… that’s a bit much. We’ve been together for almost twelve years and you’ve never done something like this.” Phil walked towards Dan, his bad mood slowly slipping away. “What’s going on in here?” He asked, tapping on Dan’s temple.

“I guess, with the house being almost ready and everything finally happening, things have been getting real.” He bit his lip.

Phil raised his eyebrows. “And that scares you?”

“A bit.”

“Are you afraid to continue living with me like we have for so long? Or that our relationship will change?” Phil placed his hands on Dan’s hips.

“No, I don’t know,” Dan mumbled.

“Are you afraid of change?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“So you are afraid of things changing because you actually want to get married,” Phil smiled.

“I didn’t say that,” Dan’s lips opened and closed but he couldn’t utter a coherent sentence. “I - Listen.”

Phil narrowed his eyes and smiled. “You want to marry me but you are afraid that things will change because of that.”

“Shut up,” Dan poked Phil’s chest. “I never said that.”

“No, I said it. Marriage is just a piece of paper, just like the one we signed when we bought the house.”

“Is it really?”

“Dan, I don’t remember a moment when I didn’t feel married to you. If you want to get married, let’s just do it.”

“You are not proposing to me like that,” Dan shoved him gently but a smile appeared on his lips.

Phil kneeled before him and took Dan’s hand, his hair a full mess, wearing his emoji pyjamas and an old t-shirt and his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. “Would you please annoy me for the rest of my life?”

Dan looked at him as if he was absolutely crazy but his smile didn’t falter. “Oh, fine. You buffoon, I’ll marry you.”

Phil stood and kissed him softly. “Are you happy now?”

Dan pursed his lips, pretending to consider it briefly. “Yeah, I guess I am. But If we get a divorce I’m keeping the dog.”

“If we get a divorce you can also keep the fucking boxes, Bub.”

“Fuck no. Burn them!”

Dan set a few pillows against his bed frame and settle down on them, excitement running through his naked body. His new sex toy had arrived the day before, it was a bulky contraption consisting of a plastic base with handles at its side and a space to place a fleshlight in and get a nice automated wank. His skin had been itching to try it out but he had saved his first ride for Phil’s weekly pay per view DM. Dan was one of his top fans so he was on a special list, or so had Phil said. As soon as he got the OnlyFans notification, he lubed his cock and his favourite fleshjack before attaching it to the device. The idea of a machine that could move your fleshjack on your cock was both weird and amazing, so before letting it anywhere near his junk, he flipped the switch and watched it move up and down, playing around with the speed and the depth of the stroke. He was going to enjoy this.

With a huge smile on his face, Dan lowered the toy onto his cock, grabbed his Vr headset and pressed play on the video as he turned the 'Universal Launch' on. His brain couldn’t choose what to focus on, his cock was being stroked in a way that was making him drool he was watching Phil’s new video which was a fucking treat. It was honestly the best 150 pounds he had ever invested, the video was a pov of Phil sucking cock and looking straight into his eyes. Dan could only dream of that ever happening to him, having those gorgeous pink lips wrapped around his cock and sucking him dry, he moaned, he would die a happy man.

Dan’s legs shook as he came way too fast, but it didn’t bother him since he had nobody to impress but himself.

He turned off the toy and slowly pulled it off his cock, his come dripping all over his chest in the process. He set it aside along with the Vr headset and didn’t bother moving to clean anything up just yet. A long and happy sigh escaped his lips as he thought back to the ongoing conversation he had with Phil, he wouldn’t dare say he and Phil had a thing; that would be silly. Phil just enjoyed the attention and money that came from his sex work. To him, this was a very lucrative hobby, not a relationship. God, Dan would love to pretend it was, but he knew it wasn’t. It wasn’t even Phil’s main job; he was quite a popular Youtuber.

Sometimes Dan wished he was rich. Then, he would feel more confident to pursue Phil outside of their little chats. If he had the money to spoil Phil rotten he would. He would give it all away for him. Was it possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met? Probably not. That’s why he never mentioned Phil to his therapist. He didn’t want her to get the wrong impression of the situation. It’s not like he was some sort of pervert chasing after his favourite star…

He scrambled to remove the headset when he heard the OnlyFans notification. It was a DM from Phil.

Only Phans:

How did you like my video?

Danjh91:

I loved it. You looked so beautiful in it.

Only Phans:

Just beautiful?

Danjh91:

Fine, it was hot. I came in like two minutes like a freaking teenager.

Only Phans:

Show me.

Danjh91:

I don’t think I can send you pictures here.

Only Phans:

I know you follow me on Twitter. I’ll follow you back so you can DM me.

Dan looked around himself, his bed was a mess, he was a mess. Did he really want to show Phil how nasty he looks?

His phone dinged, letting him know that Phil had followed him.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Uuuuummm.” Dan cursed as he opened his front camera and tried to arrange his curls into somewhat of a more decent style, but his state was unsalvagable. He wasn’t sure he wanted to do this, not because he didn’t want to DM Phil a nude but because his self-esteem was not doing great. Phil was an absolute God with everything in its right place and a massive cock. What did he have to offer?

Phil Lester

Hey Dan. Do you have some juicy pictures for me?

Daniel Howell:

I look… not great right now.

Phil Lester:

Great. Show me the mess you made because of the video I sent you. If you want, that is.

Daniel Howell:

Ok, give me a sec.

He laid back against the mountain of pillows he’d been resting on and angled his phone so his flushed face, sweaty and come covered chest and his soft cock were in the frame before taking a few pictures. He briefly wondered if he should attempt to add a dirty message but he felt stupid even thinking about what to say.

Daniel Howell:

(Image)

Phil Lester:

Fuck! Do you wanna meet up?

Dan dropped his phone and cursed as it landed right on his nose.

Daniel Howell:

What? Really?

Phil Lester:

Yeah. I mean, would you be interested in shooting something with me for my account?

Daniel Howell:

Hmm. I don’t know. I’m not sure I would like everyone to see me naked.

Phil Lester:

What if it was just me?

Daniel Howell:

Is this really happening?

Phil Lester:

Yes, unless I read this all wrong and you don’t want to.

Daniel Howell:

No! No! I would love to meet you. What would I need to do for that?

I’m not rich.

Phil Lester:

I’m not charging you…

Daniel Howell:

Then, would you like to go out for a coffee before that? I would like to get to know you a bit. If that’s ok.

Phil Lester:

Actually, that sounds perfect. Are you free now?

Daniel Howell:

Let me have a shower and I’ll meet you at Trafalgar square, by the fountain.

Phil Lester:

Ok, see you there in one hour.

Dan arrived at Trafalgar square second-guessing his choice already. He was over the moon about meeting Phil, but at the same time, he was terrified that Phil wouldn’t like him back or that he’d be disappointed. What if he stopped sending his best content to Dan or chatting with him. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe he should just leave and -

“Hi,” Phil said softly. His incredibly blue eyes shining in the sunlight.

Dan’s mouth hung open at the sight in front of him. God, he was so fucked. “Hi,” he said, a stupid smile appearing on his face.

“So, are we going for a coffee first?”

“First?”

“Yeah. I was under the impression that you wanted to come to mine after, Did I get that wrong?”

“No, I would never say no to you. It’s just - you are you , and I’m just... me.”

“Yeah and that’s who I want to get to know. Ready?” Phil said, extending his elbow to Dan.

“Thank you,” Dan smiled and linked their arms together. He didn’t know what sort of cosmic karma he was getting but he’d take it.

They settled for the Starbucks closest to them and sat in a booth by the windows with their coffee cups, and started a bit of an awkward conversation. Dan was too nervous to try to flirt but Phil was flirting for both of them.

“I can’t believe we are finally speaking face to face. I’m so used to our little conversations and your comments on my socials. I feel like we’ve known each other for a while even though we haven’t.” Phil smiled excitedly and placed his hand on the table closer to Dan, almost like an open invitation.

“I didn’t think you took notice of my comments. I had hoped but, I figured your OnlyFans was the place where you could really see who I was and have some sense of familiarity. I know it’s stupid to think like that about internet personalities or famous people, but I’ve always felt a connection to you,” Dan admitted before realizing that he probably sounded deranged. “Is that creepy? I hope it’s not creepy, I just wanted to get to know you because your videos have always made me smile. I - I mean, the youtube ones.” He could feel the blush creeping on his cheeks.

Phil shook his head, his lips curling into a wide smile. “I don’t think it’s stupid or creepy. We have known each other in some capacity for a very long time.”

Dan’s eyes widened as he wondered what Phil meant exactly.”

“Are you the guy with a cute profile picture who has been chatting with me in my OnlyFans for months? The one who has been watching my youtube videos for years and years and leaving supportive comments? The one who likes all my twits and has @ replied me saying they have a crush on me?”

“Fuck. You traced all of my accounts back to me? You must think that I’m a fucking stalker.” Dan’s stomach sank. He had planned on coming clean to Phil soon but it turned out he knew it all already.

“No, I think that you felt lonely and saw some part of yourself reflected in me so you tried to make a friend. I wished I had replied sooner but, while I was in the closet it didn’t feel safe to date anyone who knew who I was and about my online presence, but now I am free to do as I see fit. I even post explicit content with my face on it and promote it in my youtube description box. What is anyone going to do to me now? Post my nudes? I do that myself.”

Dan snorted. “True. Maybe you are right. Maybe my 18 year old closeted self saw the pretty emo guy who was incredibly funny and clever and wished we could be friends - or something more.”

Phil turned his hand around and looked him in the eye. “I think that can be arranged. Maybe I did notice how cute you were and I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to ask you out since you didn’t ask me out.

“I didn’t think you’d be interested. I don’t have much to offer.”

“We like all the same things, and you get my jokes, you are super supportive and hot … and you have a pretty cock.”

Dan choked on the coffee he had been sipping on, his cock twitching in his pants as if it knew it was being complimented.

Phil laughed and it made Dan’s heart sing. “You are so adorable when you blush.”

That comment brought Phil’s offer to the forefront of his mind. “Did you mean what you said before?”

“About taking you home?”

Dan nodded.

“If you want to. Yes, please. But if you are not interested in sex, that’s completely ok. I will respect that.”

“What if I say yes?”

“Then I would ask if you are already done with that coffee because we can be there in 10 minutes if we take a taxi.”

Dan downed the rest of his drink, Phil’s eyes widening before he did the same. “Let’s go,” Dan said, his hand finally reaching for Phil’s and linking their fingers.

--

It was perhaps a bit weird. Dan hadn’t done casual hookups in years. He had forgotten how it was to just casually walk into someone’s house and things escalating immediately. The version of them that existed outside Phil’s flat forgotten the moment the door closed. Phil pinning him to the wall and kissing him deeply. It was a bit amusing to think that they hadn’t kissed before, or maybe not. Maybe it was for the best since fans were bound to spot them together and take pictures. Phil was very particular about what he liked to share and what he didn’t, and he didn’t do public relationships.

Phil broke the kiss. “Stop thinking so hard, Jesus!” he said, before pressing another kiss to his lips. This time Dan gave it his all, parting his lips for Phil, using his tongue expertly, letting his hands wander down Phil’s body, popping button after button of Phil’s plaid shirt and rubbing circles on his nipples.

A moan escaped Phil’s lips, followed by a gasp and Dan smiled evilly. It was time to let Phil know what he was actually good about. His hands played with the buttons on Phil’s jeans before mumbling against his lips. “May I?”

“Yeah,” Phil said leaning back against the wall and letting Dan go to town.

Dan opened Phil’s jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear just enough to let his cock spring free. Then, he moaned and unceremoniously wrapped his lips around it, swirling his tongue around the head before taking it as deeply as he could and bobbed his head in a steady rhythm, his eyes never leaving Phil’s. He got some sense of satisfaction when Phil groaned loudly and buried his fingers in Dan’s curls, watching raptly as Dan tried to swallow him whole but couldn’t, soft choking noises coming from his throat.

A shiver ran through Dan when his eyes watered and he had to pull back to cough for a bit, his cock twitching at how humiliated he felt in failing to deep throat Phil.

“Aw, baby. You don’t have to do that. Let me help you,” Phil cooed. “Here, open up for me,” he said, holding his cock in front of Dan’s lips until Dan opened wide for him. Phil thrust into his mouth, with high pitched moans, the ones Dan knew meant he was close to the edge.

Dan was not going to admit defeat, just when he felt Phil’s balls drawing up, he took a deep breath and met one of Phil's thrusts, holding him in place as he took more and more of his cock until his nose was firmly pressed against the base.

Phil let out a surprise whine before holding him in place gently as he came down his throat, his legs shaking with pleasure. Then, he pulled out watching a stream of come drool out of Dan’s mouth. “Fuck! You are so hot. Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yeah,” Dan croaked. His throat felt a bit raw and that made him smile.

Phil helped him up and led him to his bedroom, rushing to remove his sweaty clothes as Dan did the same. “Get comfy, I’m going to ride you, ok?”

“Fuck! Yes!” Dan eyes almost rolled to the back of his head with the mental image but he scrambles to settle down against a surprising amount of pillows.

As Phil got the lube and a condom from his nightstand Dan couldn’t help but stare at his perfect ass and his eyebrows shot up when he thought he saw the edge of a butt plug nestled between his cheeks. “Did you go out for coffee with me with a butt plug?” Dan giggled.

Phil turned around with a smile. “Hey, shut up. I don’t have patience for stretching myself when I’m horny so I figured it was better to be safe than sorry.”

“I’m not complaining, don’t worry.”

“Great, because I’ll be riding you in like 15 seconds,” Phil smirked.

He rolled the condom on Dan’s cock, lubed him up and let Dan remove the butt plug.

Feeling a bit playful, Dan watched Phil’s hole stretch around the plug as he pulled it halfway out before he pressed it in experimentally.

Phil moaned and gave him a bewildered look. “Hey! That’s not a toy,” he laughed. “Or it is, but take it out so I can ride you.”

Dan laughed and did as he was told.

Bouncing like an excited puppy, Phil straddled him and sank down on his cock, throwing his head back with a moan, his own cock almost back to full hardness. “Yesss,” he hissed. “You feel so good inside me!” he babbled, rolling his hips before starting to really get into the motions, rising to his knees until only the tip remained inside him and sinking down again.

Dan found that unlike in his videos, Phil was messy yet enthusiastic about sex. He could tell the moment Phil let his guard down and stopped trying to impress him, babbling about how he used his thickest dildo earlier thinking of him, of the picture Dan sent him and him how long he’s been wanting to meet him.

With a huge smile on his face, Dan held onto Phil’s hips and thrust up into Phil, making him moan but effectively ruining his rhythm. Phil laughed and smacked him on the chest before everything turned into a frenzy of moving limbs and uncoordinated thrusts, soon reaching their highs amidst high pitched laughs and tickles, rolling down the bed and thrusting a little more despite the oversensitivity.

When Phil bit Dan’s neck it was all over. “I yield! I yield!” he laughed. “No more!”

Phil smiled fondly and pressed a kiss to his lips before cuddling up to him. “Hey Dan, Do you wanna stay over? We could order pizza.”

“I mean, yeah,” Dan snorted. “But it’s 3 pm, isn’t it a bit early to plan a sleepover?”

“Not when I know I want to flip you over and fuck you after dinner,” Phil smirked.

Overwhelmed by the stress of months upon months of being locked at home without a chance to go out other than to get some groceries or the occasional walk, Phil decided that enough was enough. If he was going to survive this situation, he was going to have to improvise.

Once a week, after his home office hours, he would log into his new favourite app, Stereo and just start a livestream with a random person. It started as just a way to reach out into the void, like a message in a bottle sent from his deserted island, hoping that someone would answer back, but eventually, he started to get some attention in the rankings which made it fun.

After a few weeks, people started sending him audio messages and opening new topics of conversation, but the broadcast was always with whoever managed to call him at 9 pm sharp.

A fateful June evening he joined the broadcast a guy named Daniel was inviting him to and everything changed. Phil pulled a card from his pile before picking up, his eyebrows shot up when he saw the knight of wands. “Hello? Who do we have here?”

“Hi, I’m Daniel Howell.”

“Hi Daniel, I’m Phil here, aka the Lockdown Lad,” he giggled. “How’s your night going?”

“Uh, well, it’s my birthday and I decided to call a stranger to do a broadcast, so you tell me.”

“Sounds like you made the right choice on how to start a new year. Happy birthday by the way. Do you have cake?”

“No, I was too sad to get one for myself, I thought it was pathetic.”

“You are from the Uk, right? I could send you some.”

“I’m from London but I don’t know how safe I would feel giving my home address to a stranger.”

“I’m in London too! Well, if you change your mind my Twitter handle is @Amazingphil. So… tell me something about yourself.”

“I am a published author. I published my first book three weeks ago.”

“Wow - I was not expecting that. Do you want to tell our small audience of thirty people about your book?”

“It’s a mental health guide. I speak about my personal experiences and my struggles in what I expect it’s a funny way, hoping that people can relate to some of that and maybe find some sort of comfort and use the advice I put there on what helped me. I co-wrote it with a therapist, by the way; or to be more precise, I wrote it and she checked that I wasn’t giving bad advice.”

“That’s very smart and responsible on your part. It sounds like a great book, I’d like to read it. What’s the name?”

“You will get through this night. I also made it into an audiobook, if you are that kind of a guy.”

“Fancy. I feel like I would enjoy your voice talking to me for many hours, Daniel.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Daniel snorted.

“Hey Daniel, I like your avatar’s rainbow halo.”

“I like your rainbow sunglasses, Phil.”

There was a moment of silence and Phil smiled to himself. Recognition in the other some people called it. “Would you be interested in being my lockdown streaming pal again tomorrow? I’ve followed you on Twitter.”

“Yeah, why not? Can I be a lockdown lad too?”

“Lockdown lads it is. Alright, guys, I’m going to order myself a pizza. See you tomorrow for our Lockdown Lads stream at 9 pm London time. Have a good one, and happy birthday Daniel, I hope you end your night on a high.”

Daniel laughed softly, airily. “Yeah, I think I will. I just sent you my address so you can send me cake.”

“Thank you, I’ll send you some gayke right away.”

Dan grabbed a bottle of Malibu and exited his house through the back door. He knew that nobody would care enough to follow him. He absentmindedly looked up to the neighbor's house, one of the bedroom windows was open and had the lights on but nobody seemed to be snooping around. Cool, he didn't fancy the new clean-cut family next door telling on him, complaining about how awful it was to have a lanky teenager looming between their houses in the middle of the night, drinking and knowing who knows what else.

He walked to one of the trees in his backyard and sat down, taking a swig from the bottle. The sweet taste of coconut made him smile despite everything. He pressed his head back against the trunk and looked up to the starry night, a deep wave of sadness hitting him as he considered how unimportant he was in the great scheme of things. The moment he died he’d be forgotten by everyone, his existence nothing but a mere speck of dust in the history of the universe, yet all to him, things felt dark. Everyone at school hated him, his life was nothing but a constant parade of bad decisions and lost friendship while he wondered over and over again who he really was; who he dared to be.

Letting out a deep sigh, he brought the bottle to his lips again, taking another sip of rum, then - “Fuck!” he said as something ran straight into him, causing the bottle to spill on his face and hit him on the chest before falling to the grass. Dan turned to the side and made direct eye contact with a small fox. The animal had to be fucking blind to run straight into him but the expression on its face told Dan that he wasn’t. It all happened in a matter of seconds and before Dan could even react, it had leaped into the air and ran towards the bushes at the end of the property.

The cold night wind made him shiver but he didn’t move, not until he heard the back door on the neighbor’s house slam shut and running footsteps approaching him.

“Oh my god, That was crazy! Where is the fox?” A black-haired guy said. He was about Dan’s age, pale skin and incredibly blue eyes that almost sparkled in the moonlight.

Dan tried to speak but he couldn’t form the proper words so he pointed to the bushes.

“Let’s find it!” the guy said. He grabbed Dan's hand and yanked him up effortlessly before guiding him into the wooded area behind their houses. “Do you think it’s far?” he asked.

“I - I guess. It just ran away fast,” Dan said, sounding very uncool. He wanted to facepalm but that would be even more awkward. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“I’m Phil, you know me, I live next door,” Phil said, pushing the bushes to a side with one hand while holding onto Dan’s hand firmly with the other. He looked, for the lack of a better word, extremely excited to be looking for a fox in the woods with his neighbor - at 2 am. Just then, Dan realized how crazy this was and how murdered he could get.

“Er, I don’t really pay attention to who comes and goes around here. I prefer to stay in my room.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed. But mine is directly opposite to yours, sometimes I watch you play DDR in your room while I study,” he said distractedly, looking from side to side for the beast.

“That’s a bit creepy, not gonna lie,” Dan said, but he could feel the flush rising in his cheeks. His hot neighbor watched him playing DDR, which was the one thing in life he was good at. But - did he watch all the time? Dan’s eyes went as big as saucers at the thought.

“Why? You’re very good at it,” Phil mumbled. “Damn, I think we’ve lost it,” he said casually, suddenly stopping as they came into a clearing. He turned around to look at Dan for the first time and followed his eyes down to their joined hands. “Oh, fuck. Sorry, is this weird? I shouldn't have grabbed your hand like that. Sorry, I-”

“No!” Dan rushed to say, linking his fingers to Phil’s retreating ones. “Actually, it’s nice,” he admitted. “Can we hold hands for a bit longer?” God, he was so fucking awkward, but Phil’s hand in his felt so nice, so right not like her hand had felt. This felt different.

“Sure,” Phil smiled. “Maybe we should go back though.”

Dan’s face fell, Phil would surely want to go back to his room. “Ok.”

A few minutes later they were back under the tree. Contrary to Dan’s belief, Phil sat down next to him even without an invitation. Dan picked the half-empty bottle with his free hand and took a swig from it before offering it to Phil.

“Uh, I don’t really drink. What’s in it?” Phil hesitated.

“Rum, and coconut. It tastes like the sunset,” Dan said, feeling incredibly stupid the moment he had spoken the words. “You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to, I just thought it would be polite to offer.”

“Oh, it sounds nice but I think I’m allergic to coconut.”

“That sucks, sorry.” Dan shrugged and took another swig from it. He looked up to the stars again and sighed. Life sucked almost as much as it had when he’d been alone, but now he had the comfort of Phil’s hand in his own. It was the first time a boy had willingly held his hand and if he was being honest it felt good in a different way than a girl’s hand. He felt hyper-aware of every muscle on their bodies, all the small places their bodies were casually pressing together, the way Phil’s knee was pressed against his thigh and their arms touched from the elbow down. That never happened with a girl, girls were like… friends or sisters. They were cute and nice but that was it.

“Hey, Dan.”

Dan blinked, unaware that Phil knew his name, yet pleasantly surprised at how nice it sounded in his northern accent. He turned to his left with the question dying in his lips when he found himself mere millimeters away from Phil’s.

Phil’s eyes traveled to Dan’s lips before he angled his head and closed the distance between them, his eyes falling shut with a soft sigh.

Dan closed his eyes and kissed back. The soft pressure of Phil’s lips against his own felt heavenly, it was such a sweet and innocent gesture yet it made him feel alive like he had never felt before. He brought his right hand to cup Phil’s cheek and ran his thumb on his jaw softly, smiling into the kiss until it was over.

“I - wow,” Phil said with a smile, and even in the moonlight Dan could see that he was blushing.

“Yeah,” Dan agreed. There were not many words to describe what had just happened.

“Can I watch you play DDR in your room tomorrow after school?”

Dan snorted and elbowed him softly. “I think that can be arranged.”

“Can we kiss again? I’ve never felt my lips tingle after kissing someone.”

Dan laughed. “Phil, I think that’s just your allergies talking. But yeah, we can definitely kiss some more.”

Phil's blush deepened and bit Dan’s shoulder with a giggle. “It's not, shut up.”

Dan felt a bit stuffy and hot in Phil’s ‘York’ hoodie, but he needed to be close to Phil and this was as good as it would get for a while, the comforting scent taking the edge of the pain prickling in his body. He sat on the sofa with a huff, making sure not to squish his tail or his frilly skirt, and texted Phil again. He knew for a fact that Phil was busy, running from meeting to meeting but he couldn’t help himself. He was just about to snap.

To Phil:

How long do you have? I miss you :(

Dan pressed his legs together and started purring to try to calm himself down but it wasn’t really working. Fifteen minutes later he got a reply.

To Dan:

You know perfectly well I’m in a meeting. Dan, please. Can you wait until I’m done? I can’t focus like this.

To Phil:

I just miss you so much :( I wish you were here.

Feeling a little daring, he snapped a selfie looking at the camera from under his lashes, biting his lip and letting his cat ears peak from between his curls. It was a low blow, but he was desperate. He hit ‘Send’ before he could regret it.

To Dan:

I can’t believe you are doing this to me when you know I’m working!

To Phil:

I’m sorry! It’s ok. Just keep working.

Dan closed his eyes trying not to cry. Not only was Phil not coming home early but he was also mad at him. It hadn’t been a huge argument but this was their first fight and they weren’t even in the same room for him to determine how bad this was.

Phil made the effort to work from home because he knew that Dan tended to have some separation anxiety when they were apart, but he had to go to meetings with his clients from time to time, often opting for scheduling them all on the same day if possible. Maybe today’s argument would make him realise that Dan was more trouble than he’d thought. Maybe he was already considering dumping him.

Dan shook his head, trying to get a hold of his emotions. The heat hormones often left him feeling a lot more emotional than usual, making him snap or cry at the most minuscule problems. He focused on remembering how Phil’s voice sounded this morning when he kissed him goodbye, telling him that he loved him and he couldn’t wait to be back with him. He took a few deep breaths and decided to handle things on his own. It wouldn’t be good enough but it would have to do.

He turned the TV on and switched to a porn channel. He cocked his head when a Neko appeared on the screen. Dan rolled his eyes when he yowled as the man licked his twitching hole. That felt good but not that good. Still, it was a nice feeling, so Dan decided to spread his legs, extend one over his head and lick his own rim softly. He shivered at the feeling. It was a bit uncomfortable to bend down that far but he didn’t want to stop. He kept his eyes on the screen and tried to mimic the movements from the screen, circling his hole and slowly dipping his tongue inside, tasting the sweetness there with a soft moan. Maybe he should do this more often.

Even though his cock was hard and leaking, he decided to ignore it completely despite the temptation. He wanted to take his time and make this last so he could come only once before Phil was back. If he got too oversensitive, they would have to wait and Dan had no intention of waiting. Eventually, the teasing licks became more purposeful and he started to dip it in as far as he could, running it on his inner walls, enjoying the slightly textured feeling quite a lot.

At some point, he must have lost the notion of time because Phil was standing right beside him with wide eyes. Dan froze, his tongue still inside himself and purring madly.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” was all that Phil said before he took notice of Dan’s outfit. “Did you put on my hoodie because you missed me?”

Dan cleared his throat and sat up, lowering his leg and laying his skirt down on his throbbing cock. “Yeah. I’m sorry that I texted you so much, my heat is starting and I felt really uncomfortable.”

That spurred Phil into action. “Oh, Dan,” he said kneeling on the couch and pulling him into a kiss. “I’m so sorry that I wasn’t here to take care of you, baby.”

“It’s ok. I was waiting for you,” Dan mumbled.

“Do you think you can come from rimming yourself?” Phil asked curiously, but Dan noticed his pupils were blown wide.

“Yeah, I just don’t do it often because it takes a while and I prefer it when you do it.”

Phil smiled. “Ok, come here,” Phil said, easily picking him up and carrying him to the bedroom. He placed Dan on the bed and started removing his clothes.

Dan grabbed at the hem of the hoodie but Phil stopped him.

“Leave it on. I love it when you wear my clothes.”

“Ok,” Dan smiled and wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking his cock slowly. “What should I do?”

“Show me how you rim yourself, how deep you can go,” Phil said, the tone of his voice much lower than before.

Dan nodded and settled back against the headboard, slowly spreading his legs for Phil to see and pulled one of his legs back before bending over and tasting himself, his eyes never leaving Phil’s.

“That’s really hot,” Phil said, finally climbing onto the bed and sitting in front of Dan. He wrapped one hand around his cock and thumbed the slit before stroking himself lazily. A moan escaped his lips as he watched Dan unceremoniously shove his tongue into his dripping hole and started to fuck himself with it. Phil tried to match his rhythm but the scene before him was proving to be a bit much for him, he didn’t want to come until he was inside Dan so he let go of himself. “Wait!”

Dan frowned, laying his cat ears flat, but stilled nevertheless.

Phil grabbed Dan’s hips and pulled him closer, causing him to lay more on his back than he was before, leaving him more exposed before him. “Do you think you can suck your own cock while I eat you out?”

Dan’s ears perked up. “Probably not without giving us a concussion.” His tail twitched in interest though.

“Ok,” Phil said, slowly pushing two fingers past Dan’s rim. “Go on, show me how good you are.”

Dan smirked and hooked his hands behind his knees, making it more comfortable to bend over and take the tip of his cock in his mouth, running his tongue around the edge and purring softly. He let his eyes fall closed for a moment as he savoured the feeling.

Then, he felt Phil’s fingers work inside him, patiently working him open and occasionally pressing against his prostate. It was a bit weird to feel his own cock twitch in his mouth under Phil’s ministrations, but he wouldn’t trade the experience for anything in the world. He was definitely going to ask Phil to do this again.

“Look at me,” Phil said in a commanding tone. Staring straight into Dan’s eyes he leaned down and pressed his tongue inside the Neko's rim, carefully avoiding hitting him on the head.

The tip of Dan’s toes curled as the pleasure hit him in waves. He carefully bobbed his head, taking more and more of his cock until he was deepthroating himself. Before he could even realise what was happening, he was coming down his own throat with a choked moan.

That took the edge off the pain, helping his hormones settle a bit, but his body was already asking for more, for a real mate. His cock was still hard so Dan pulled off carefully and looked at his boyfriend with huge eyes.

Phil pulled his fingers and licked his way up his perineum, sucking at his balls and running his tongue flat against the underside of his cock, briefly stopping to suckle at the crown and continuing his way up Dan’s body, removing the hoodie and skirt swiftly. He pressed the tip of his cock to Dan’s hole and looked him in the eye. “Ready?”

“Yes!” Dan moaned, feeling much more comfortable without clothes, and wrapped his legs around Phil’s waist.

Phil shifted his weight forward onto his elbows, bracketing Dan’s face as he leaned down for a kiss at the same time he pushed in. He moaned and finally let his hips snap, letting his instincts overtake him. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh sounding like music to his ears. As he got closer and closer to coming, he buried his face in Dan’s neck, panting as he mouthed at the skin there. “Ah! Fuck! You are so hot. So hot. Did you like to feel your tongue inside your little hole kitty?”

“Yeah, It was amazing. My tongue is just textured enough to feel like a hot wet sex toy,” Dan said with a smirk. He knew Phil enough to know that he was curious.

Phil let out a loud moan and grabbed onto Dan’s curls a little too tightly, pulling his hair.

“Do you want to know what it feels like? Hmm? Do you want your kitty to eat you out and put on a pretty little buttplug in you with a fluffy tail attached?”

“Fuck! Dan... You can’t say things like that. Fuck!” Phil said, but he pressed deep into Dan and came, shaking like a leaf.

Dan snaked a hand between them and finished himself off, Phil still trying to catch his breath.

“Did you mean that?” Phil mumbled.

“Yeah,” Dan panted. “Of course.”

“Will you fuck me too?”