push and pull - chapter 2
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Phil gently twirls the hair at the base of Danâs neck around his finger. âWhat do you like about it?â Heâs teasing now, pushing, but it canât really be helped with the way Dan is practically melting into his hold.Â
Danâs knuckles flex where heâs gripping Philâs hips, fingertips digging into that plush bit of skin. âLike that itâs slutty,â he manages to get out between breaths.
Phil laughs, but it comes out more like a shallow puff of air. âYeah?â he prods, his voice tinged with put-on exasperation and organic arousal. âYou like when I dress up pretty for you?â
Dan groans and presses his forehead into the side of Philâs face, like heâs trying to bury himself inside his temple. âPhil,â he groans.
âWhat do you like most?â Phil asks, tilting his head so their lips are nearly brushing. âThe ears?â He bobs his head a bit, making the hood shift, the ears dancing along with the motion.
Dan sucks in a harsh breath.
âOr the cutout?â Phil traces the head of the cat with a delicate finger, Danâs eyes following the movement unconsciously, unable to look away.
Slowly, gently, Philâs hand trails further down between them, coming to rest at the hemline of the dress. He lets his palm flatten and smooth across the fabric as much as heâs able to with his half-hard dick pressing up obscenely against it. âNo, you like this best, huh?â Phil whispers hotly against Danâs ear. âMy thighs, my ass.â
