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since I actually exactly knew what @danandphilhiatus wanted me to draw.

the morning after ayyy

and boy, got me walkin’ side to side

bless @moon-boye for being a lovely beta and supporter, and for thirsting over demon!phil ;) if you haven’t read part one, do that first!! (x)

angel boy - the one where angel!Dan goes into a demon club looking for a bit of entertainment.

part 2/3 - 8.1k

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“Looks like you’ve got another clingy one,” PJ’s voice stops Phil in his tracks and he spins on a heel, careful not to slosh the martini in his hand; PJ leans against the bar, quirking a brow and nodding his head toward something behind Phil.

Phil turns, gaze catching on the luminescent wings of the angel he’d just- well, they’d- anyway, the guy’s sitting down at a table near the back, far from the stage and any other patrons who still sit enraptured by the show.

“Need me to call Chris and have him escorted out?” PJ asks, ready to enact their standard protocol when one of Phil’s break activities seems to have missed the message that this was a one-time thing. Except…

“I asked him to stay,” Phil blurts out, eyes widening slightly before he presses his lips together, and he whirls back around. He’s fairly certain he can’t look at PJ right now - his best friend would have no problem spotting the blush Phil feels creeping up his cheeks in spite of the dim atmosphere, and he’s not in the mood to undergo the embarrassment of an interrogation right now.

Besides, it’s not like he’s never slept with someone more than once. That’d be a bit unreasonable. And the angel had been good, really good, so who gives a shit if Phil wants seconds?

mmm for context (x) and like you’re welcome to check out pfc? (x) but uhhh look i tried my hand at it…

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This isn’t at all the kind of place Dan would normally walk into, not in a thousand years. And he’s had a thousand, and then some, but he’s never quite worked up the nerve to actually act on the passing desire that tugged at his chest whenever he walked past a place like this until today.

And maybe that had been a good thing.

He stands just inside the entrance now, self-consciousness dripping from his pores like sweat as he takes in the dark scene around him: blueish purple UV lights cast odd, hazy shadows, throwing the entire club - stage and all - into a cool mess of shapes; Dan catches a glint every now and again as white teeth flash at him from unknown faces. He’s suddenly not so sure this had been as great an idea as it was the moment he pulled himself to a stop at the door.

Not for the first time, he’s left cursing the pure white of the feathered wings arching from his back - they’re lovely, sure, but the blacklight highlights them like a spotlight, drawing looks from every corner as he takes a few hesitant steps further into the darkness of the club.

But he’s determined, if nothing else - at least enough to try to fit in, now that he’s here. It’d be far more embarrassing to turn tail and run now that he’s inside than to stay and act like he knows what he’s here for.

In a way, though, he does know: his eyes flick up to the long stage running through the middle of the club, a thrill spiking in his chest in spite of the empty runway.

Pairing: Dan/Phil

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings/tags: Smut, Face-Fucking, Face-Sitting, Deepthroating, Trans Male Character, trans!Dan, Blow Jobs, Enthusiastic Consent

Author: @nearlyheadlessphil usually @queerdan 

Beta: @stick-it-to-the-phan

Word count: 863

Sex gets familiar after so many years together, but Dan can never get sick of a single moment of this.

@kinktober2018 Day 1: Deep-Throating | Face-Sitting

Phil shyly entered the kitchen and knocked on their table. Dan raised his head to look at his boyfriend. He had been sitting there for the better half of the afternoon, editing their newest sims video.

“I got everything sorted out. All the documents are filled in. I just need you to sign them and………..ehrm……….can you maybe………can you make the call?” Phil swayed from side to side, looking to the ground.

‘The call’ was meant to be going to their lawyer George, with whom they were working for several years now. Phil was great with paperwork. He was great sorting everything out and knowing the best way to do things. He was just unable to go that way sometimes. So the men had become a team and one took over for everything the other was scared of and it worked well. Even if Phil still had issues asking for help, he knew Dan would never tease him with this and always did a great job taking the lead. While Phil planned, Dan was their outside voice.

“Yeah sure. Shall I make an appointment for next week so he can notarial certify them? Also, I’m starving. I could order some pizza in one go.” Dan scrolled through his phone searching for the right number.

An hour later the pizza arrived. Of course Dan had ordered all the dips and as they sat cuddled up on their sofa, there was no way Phil would answer the door to be confronted with potential judgement in the eyes of the delivery guy.

Dan closed the door with his bum and eccentrically called: “Been a good wifey and cooked dinner for my gorgeous husband.” Phil just chuckled while he laid the table and lit a candle. They had agreed on doing these things for each other and their overall happiness and it really did work. Dan had put the pizza on plates and even if it was really not necessary returned with wearing a plaid apron with frills around the edges.

After Phil had taken the last bite, Dan took his boyfriends hand into his own and intertwined their fingers. He looked seductive into Phil’s eyes drawing little circles onto Phil’s palm. Both knew what this was. They had been a couple for too long to be oblivious to the fact that Dan tried to get into Phil’s pants and the way Dan wanted this to happen.

Dan stood up and collected their plates, sticking out his ass a bit too much for it to be coincidental and swayed his hips as he carried the dished to the sink. Phil smirked while following Dan with his eyes: “I am so thankful, I got such a caring wife sticking to my side. I am truly a blessed man. You can do the dishes later, love. I’d rather have you coming back to me.”

Dan hugged Phil from behind, coincidentally caressing his crotch, and whispered: “what would you want us to do instead.” Phil winced at that and firmly grabbed Dan’s wrist to maneuver him sitting on Phil’s lap. Dan playfully squeaked and chuckled enjoying Phil’s sudden dominance. Phil stroked Dan’s outer leg while he moaned and breathed softly in Dan’s ear. Dan had his arms around Phil’s neck shyly starting to kiss him. At first on the cheeks, then on both eyelids and finally on his mouth. Just a few pecks. Dan loved to play the prude housewife whereas Phil enjoyed being a slutty affair. Today was Dan’s turn though and both knew the rules.

Phil carefully and slowly opened the perfect ribbon on Dan’s apron while never losing eye contact. “How can I thank my beautiful woman for this incredible dinner?”, Phil’s voice was deep and growly. Dan shivered and moaned being half hard at that point. He wanted to speed up things and started moving his hips against the noticeable bulge in Phil’s pants. Dan loved paying the innocent and careful but horny housewife.

Phil lost it right then standing up and carrying Dan into their bedroom like a wife on the wedding day. He threw him onto the freshly made duvet and got rid of his pants before jumping onto it as well. He towered over Dan, looking down into innocent brown eyes and on rosy cheeks, before forcefully grinding down making both men growl in arousal.

After a final urgent french kiss Phil moved down, pushing Dan’s shirt up with one hand while stroking over a nipple with the other hand. He kissed and licked and breathed at Dan’s tummy building up tension even more. Dan hated and loved his man right then. Phil drew little circles over Dan’s nipples just as Dan had done it to his hands earlier. Dan raised his chest, moaning Phil’s name a bit annoyed and started breathing heavily.

Phil understood he had teased enough and if he was honest he wanted to carry on badly, too. He opened Dan’s belt and jeans, mouthing at the bulge that cried to get taken care of. Dan wasn’t having it and wiggled his hips.

“Is my babe impatient today? Let your hubby care for you like you cared for me today.” Phil removed Dan’s black jeans and polka dot boxers in one go. “Please, Phil make me scream. I need my man making me shake, today.”

Phil poured lube over his fingers while absently mouthing Dan’s cock, making him hitch and shiver with every touch. Phil placed a cushion under Dan’s bum and started circling Dan’s hole. Dan was a mess, gripping the duvet with both hands so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Your pussy is so wet for me. Let me rip you apart, rough and fast. What would our neighbors think knowing what a little slut my perfect wife is.” With his second hand Phil put Dan’s cock into his mouth, messily licked around the head and started bopping in an odd rhythm, simultaneously adding a second finger to the first and stretching Dan’s hole patiently.

Phil put the cock down to take a breath: “Do you like me playing with your sweet little lady parts?” Dan wasn’t able to say anything. He just threw his head onto the cushion moaning wrecked. Phil got the hint and removed his fingers to slick himself up. Dan whined even though he knew the best part of the evening was still about to happen. Phil put on a condom with trained hands, lined himself up and entered Dan.

Phil set a fast pace, knowing how Dan loved to feel the stretch. The room was filled with grunting and smacking sounds. Phil’s thighs slapped against Dan’s as he fucked him in missionary position, nibbling at Dan’s ear and whispering sweet nothings.

Dan was close. Had been for minutes. He just didn’t want it to end. “Close”, he breathed with his knuckles getting even whiter, moaning with every single of Phil’s thrusts.

Phil slowed down, looking Dan deeply in the eyes. Dan’s cheeks were red, his forehead was sweaty. Both of them breathed heavily as Phil went in to take one of Dan’s puffy lips between his teeth. They kissed meaningful, tongues dancing around each other, knowing every move the other would do but loving it as if it was the first time. Phil suddenly felt the urge to be even closer to Dan, removing both of their shirts and licking and biting Dan’s neck.

Phil was so close he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to ride his high. He shifted his hips slightly and put one of Dan’s legs over his shoulder, knowing exactly what angle worked the best and started hitting Dan’s prostate with every thrust. “You are so perfect, Dan. I love you.”

Dan lost it at that one, shivering and shaking under Phil. He let go a pressed scream and like an explosion his orgasm started in his stomach and washed over him until his fingers and toes tingled. He had goosebumps all over his body and was far gone when he noticed Phil stopping and breathlessly shouting Dan’s name. Dan felt Phil’s cock twitching inside himself and managed to ride is high even longer through moving his hips until Phil finally lost hold and crashed onto Dan’s chest.

Phil was always exhausted after sex, no matter if Dan or him took the leading role. Dan wouldn’t wanna have it any different. He gave Phil a kiss on his forehead and closed his eyes. They would stand up in a bit, clearing up the mess Dan had made on both of them, shower and do the dishes. One would clean them, and one would dry them, being the team that worked so well together. But right now they just enjoyed being close to each other.