#switch!phan

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (AND A HALF):

Dan didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to think about that fact that he was supposedly now king (he was suspended in a state of shock, and he hadn’t really dared to believe it yet). He didn’t want to think about how the man he had looked up to, and loved, had been so wicked and cruel at heart for so long. He didn’t want to think about the influx of responsibilities he was suddenly saddled with, dealing with his kingdom, helping his citizens, communicating with his neighboring kingdoms. He didn’t want to think about how, technically, he wasn’t supposed to be in his rooms right now, but in the king’s quarters instead. He didn’t want to think about anything at all.

Thankfully, Phil was prepared to help him with that. He came with Dan to his rooms without Dan even having to ask, the both of them leaving the courtroom with Dan in a state of numb shock. Alfonzo and Bentley didn’t bother to tease him about bringing Phil back to his rooms either, only giving him sympathetic looks. Bentley even reached over and patted Dan on the shoulder, and Dan was surprised to find himself leaning into the touch.

“Are you okay?” Phil asked quietly, as they traipsed further into his rooms.

“I don’t know,”  Dan answered honestly. “I’m—trying not to think about anything, actually.”

Phil stepped forward and pulled Dan into his arms, letting Dan rest his weight against him, letting him breathe in Phil’s familiar and intoxicating scent. Phil pressed a soft kiss against his forehead, and Dan hummed.

“What do you want to do?” Phil whispered. “I could read to you, if you want. Or set up a bath.”

“Let’s have sex,” Dan suggested instead. He felt Phil stiffen slightly in surprise, before he chuckled and ran his hands over Dan’s back.

“I’m not sure if that’s the best idea,” he said slowly, pulling away from Dan slightly to look in his eyes. “So much has happened today, and you’re bound to be feeling the stress…”

“But I don’t want to think about it,” Dan argued. “And I definitely won’t be able to think about anything else when I’m seeing you naked.”

Phil blinked, and his pupils dilated with arousal, before he shook his head fondly. “I can’t believe you’re talking me into this.”

“Stop talking and start touching,” Dan commanded, and Phil pressed a laugh into his hair, before his hands were sliding underneath Dan’s shirt. His fingers were cold against Dan’s warm stomach, and goosebumps rose all along where they touched, though still Dan found himself arching into his touch.

Slowly, Phil mouthed along Dan’s neck, starting at a sensitive spot just behind his ear. His breath was warm against Dan, and it made the rest of his body shiver in comparison, though that might’ve just been because of how good it felt. His tongue darted out and flicked against Dan’s neck, and he found himself gasping, his fingers tightening momentarily on Phil’s arms.

“I love how sensitive your neck is,” Phil murmured into his ear. In response, Dan tilted his head, trying to nonverbally get Phil to return his mouth to Dan’s skin. Phil thankfully did as such, and he sucked on Dan’s skin before lapping over it, his mouth hot but the air of the room cold on the saliva he left behind.

Dan was already hard, which wasn’t much of a surprise. Phil could probably arch his eyebrow in Dan’s direction at the right moment and Dan would be turned on. He pressed himself against Phil, appreciating the hum Phil let out against his neck.

Dan rucked Phil’s shirt up against his chest, delighting in the feel of Phil’s bare skin against his hands. He sacrificed having Phil continue working his magic against his neck in order to tug Phil’s shirt over his head, and Phil took the opportunity to do the same with Dan’s.

“Can I top?” Dan panted, already unbuttoning Phil’s trousers. Once the clasp was undone, he grew impatient and shoved his hand into Phil’s pants entirely, Phil warm and hard to the touch. He dragged his eyes back up to Phil’s, unable to help the smirk that graced his lips as Phil’s eyes fluttered as he moved his hand.

“God, you can do anything as long as you keep doing that,” Phil moaned, and his hand came up to grip the waistband of Dan’s trousers. Not to tug them off or anything, but just for something to hold on to. His eyes had fallen closed while his mouth hung open, and Dan watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly, Dan having just run his thumb over his tip.

Phil was completely unguarded in his reactions, which was one thing Dan loved. Usually, Dan couldn’t help feeling self-conscious about what he did while they were having sex, at least for the beginning part—when he’d yet to succumb to pleasure and still had a bit of a hold on his rationality. He would keep his hips pinned to the mattress instead of bucking up into Phil’s touch, and he would bite down on his lip, would swallow his moans instead of letting Phil hear them.

Phil moaned softly as Dan slid his hand further down to massage his balls, his other hand coming up to shove Phil’s trousers out of the way entirely, annoyed with the way they were obstructing Dan’s movements.

You look amazing like this, Dan wanted to say. Phil looked disheveled, and his chest was flushed, his face drawn in an expression of pleasure. Dan didn’t say it though, his cheeks flushing at the thought of uttering it, though he resolved to one day. He was slowly becoming more and more confident with his and Phil’s intimate encounters, and he didn’t doubt that one day he’d be able to lay on his bed, completely naked, without feeling a smidge of embarrassment while Phil’s gaze slowly dragged over him. And maybe by then he’d be able to say something dirty too, something like, when you moan like that it makes me want your hands inside me or I want you to watch me while I touch myself.

Instead, Dan said with his hands what he couldn’t with his mouth, letting them move fleetingly over Phil’s body, over his chest and thighs and his hot, hard arousal.

“Fuck, Dan,” Phil gasped, and he reached down and yanked Dan’s hand away from him. “I won’t last much longer if you keep doing that.”

Dan couldn’t help moaning at the thought of that, and he pressed himself against Phil for a kiss, suddenly desperate all over again. Phil’s hands worked at his belt while they kissed, and Dan gasped loudly into his mouth when Phil’s hand wrapped around him, gracing him with a few strokes that made him feel dizzy before pushing his trousers further down. They both struggled out of their pants, none too gracefully, before climbing onto the bed together.

“Lube?” Dan questioned, looking around desperately. Phil groaned in annoyance, and they both participated in a desperate scramble that resulted in the covers of the bed on the floor, the bedside table thoroughly searched through (the drawer pulled out of the table completely), and the bathroom cabinets destroyed before Dan found it under the bed, the small container having rolled behind one of the legs.

“Found it!” he called, half under the bed with one leg up near his chest—a result of his desperate squirm under the bed when he’d seen what might’ve been the needed lube—and the other protruding out from under it.

Suddenly, hands were pressed against his arse, groping and squeezing, and Dan was making a surprised sounding squeak that he would definitely deny when Phil teased him for it later. One of Phil’s hands squirmed under his body and wrapped around his cock for a few hard pulls, which Dan couldn’t help jerking into, before his voice said gruffly, “Hurry up then!”

“Can’t move—” Dan gasped, “when you touch me like that.” With that, Phil’s hands removed themselves and Dan was shuffling horribly awkwardly out from under the bed, his face red, hair a mess, and cock flushed and pressed against his stomach, a string of precome glinting in the torch light.

“Bed,” Phil managed to get out, before they were both scrambling back onto the mattress, the blankets forgotten on the floor, and the lid of the lube being hastily unscrewed between them. Soon enough, Dan’s fingers were lathered in the smooth substance, and his dry hand was pushing Phil back on the mattress as he scooted closer in between his legs.

For Dan, this was the most embarrassing part about sex. He realized that none of it was even supposed to be embarrassing, the fact that it was an intimate moment between himself and the man he loved, but he couldn’t help the red flush and flustered nature he took on when it was time for one of them to put their fingers inside the other. For some reason it just seemed so personal. It was such an intimate part of themselves, and their hands were something that they used every day for any menial kind of task—and yet they put them /there/.

“Come on, Dan,” Phil panted. “No time for a crisis right now.” Dan flushed, and he tilted his head down, letting his hair hang over his eyes and effectively obstruct his view of Phil, as he slid his fingers over Phil’s puckered skin and carefully pressed one inside. Phil spread his legs out wider for him, and Dan shuffled even closer, working him slowly and carefully.

“Okay?” Dan asked, although at this point he already knew it was. Phil was panting, although it almost looked like he was trying not to, and his chest was rising and falling heavily where he lay on the bed.

“Yeah, definitely,” Phil gasped, and he choked on his breath as Dan pressed against his prostate, before arching into Dan’s hands and trying to get him to do it again. Phil looked amazing like this—he looked amazing all the time, to be honest, but he looked especially good during sex. Usually he was all cocky and controlled and seemed infinitely more stable and prepared than Dan, but during sex he fell apart just as easily.

“‘M ready,” Phil slurred, and he grabbed Dan’s wrist and pulled his fingers out of him. “Want you now.”

“God you’re hot,” Dan couldn’t help saying, going red immediately after, and Phil’s eyes fluttered open to look at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Says you,” Phil rebutted, his eyes eating Dan up, sliding so slowly over his exposed skin that he felt he couldn’t move. Phil’s gaze burned, and when his eyes finally returned to Dan’s, he had to mentally shake himself of its weight.

Trying to ignore the way Phil made him feel, the way his heart tried to squeeze out of his ribs and the way his cock throbbed when Phil so much as looked at him, he slathered the lube over himself.

He went slowly, always a little amazed by the fact that he could even fit in there, and that Phil was willing to let him. He could feel himself shaking at the feeling of Phil around him, the heat and the pressure, tight hot tight.

“Fuck,” Dan gasped out, and Phil smiled blearily up at him, his eyes glazed over in pleasure, his hair sweaty and pushed up out of his face. Dan, almost absent mindedly, reached down to stroke Phil, knowing that this part usually made his erection flag a little, as the pressure and pain overwhelmed the pleasure for a few moments. He was pleased to find Phil still hard, though he stroked him anyway, gasped when Phil bucked into his hand and caused Dan to slide completely into him, all at once.

“I love the way you look when you fuck me,” Phil breathed, and Dan’s eyes snapped open and he hastily shut his mouth, which had been hanging open as he panted in pleasure. Dan groaned and doubled over, hiding his face in Phil’s knee.

“Fuck, Phil,” he whined. “You can’t just say that.”

“I can say whatever I want,” Phil disagreed, before squeezing around him, the sudden influx of pressure making Dan jerk further inside him with a gasp.

“I hate you,” Dan whispered, but he slid out and back in and tried desperately to keep his face from looking like he was going to have a sex-induced aneurysm.

“You love me,” Phil replied easily, and he reached up and ran his finger over Dan’s nipple before tugging on it, and Dan stuttered into Phil.

“I love you,” Dan hastily agreed, and he began fucking Phil in earnest, his fingers gripping tight on Phil’s hips. Dan couldn’t help the low moans that escaped him with every few strokes, and Phil didn’t even bother to try to stop his.

Phil’s head tossed and turned on the pillow behind him, gasping when Dan thrusted into his prostate.

“Getting close, Dan,” Phil conveyed, and Dan nodded heavily, thankful. He was already well on his way to an orgasm, and it was good to know that Phil wasn’t far behind. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Phil again, pumping him quickly as he fucked into him, his strokes hard and even.

Phil came first with a cry, and the feeling of him tightening around Dan as he did sent Dan over the edge as well, had him pounding into Phil a few more times before he came, moaning and gripping Phil as close to him as he could. After, they lay hot and sweaty and panting against each other, before Dan finally felt the strength return to his muscles and he could gather the energy to pull out of Phil and collapse beside him.

Phil immediately turned to face him, and they cuddled into each other, their legs intertwined and their breaths soft and even in the air between them.

“Thanks,” Dan whispered, and Phil hummed.

“For what?”

“For helping me not think.”

“Mmm,” he murmured. “Anytime. Love you.”

“Might have a mental breakdown later, though,” Dan informed sleepily, before closing his eyes and pressing himself more firmly against Phil, wanting to absorb his body heat.

“And I’ll be here when you do,” Phil promised, and he pressed a kiss to Dan’s forehead.

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