tags: 2010/2011 phan, skype sex, masturbation, fingering, dirty talk
a/n: sorry bout the awful title, i’ve never had to name a fic before lololol. inspired by @analester ‘s new fic Through a Screen (i would tag it but idk how). anyway enjoy!
“It’s a bit late, don’t you think?” Dan laughed as Phil’s face filled his screen, the bright glow from his laptop the only light in the room.
“You answered straight away, though,” Phil answered, smiling in return, a relaxed smile with his tongue poking out and Dan was in deep. He wasn’t complaining though.
“Whatever,” Dan smiled. “What’s up?”
Phil tilted his head. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Dan smiled grew wider, shaking his head. “I can literally see you whenever. We live in the same city now, remember?”
“Still what?” Dan replied, teasingly.
In truth, Dan knew what Phil wanted. He’d recently admitted to Dan he kind of missed the Skype sex that they used to have, the feeling that they had to keep quiet, that they just had to talk each other through it. Dan hadn’t quite understood it at first - he loved feeling Phil close more than anything - but upon further thought, he kind of got it. It reminded him of those first shy times, blushing like crazy, imaging Phil’s hand on his dick instead of his own and trying not to moan too loud. It was exciting. He saw the appeal.
“Dan?” Phil said, and Dan snapped back into reality. “Yeah, baby?” Dan replied, his voice already a bit lower, a bit darker than usual.
“It’s weird, we only ever did handjobs on Skype,” Phil murmured after a pause, his voice matching Dan’s tone. “Never anything else.”
Dan smirked. “What are you suggesting?” he teased.
“I want - I want you to watch me. Finger myself, I mean,” Phil said, cheeks red but eyes staring at Dan. “Is that’s okay?”
Dan laughed. “Obviously. Fuck, yeah. Okay.” He sat up a little more, and put the laptop in front of him, so his body was in frame. “Can I like, get off? While I watch?”
“Yes. God,” Phil breathed. Then he giggled. “This remind me so much of last year.”
Dan couldn’t help giggling too. “Yeah.”
He watched as Phil moved back onto his knees and slowly took off his boxers, leaving on his t-shirt as his cock sprung up against his stomach. Dan felt the heat build start to build in his crotch as he started to palm himself through his own boxers.
Phil rummaged in his drawer off screen for a second before returning with lube in his hand, and squirting a little onto his fingers. He groaned as he reached back to circle his rim.
“Dan,” he said lowly. “Want to see you. Please.”
Dan nodded as he took off his boxers, hand going straight to his hard cock and starting to stroke himself slowly.
Phil whined softly as his slipped the first finger into himself, shifting slightly as he started to pump in and out of himself. He quickly added another, grinding down in an attempt to find his spot. His left hand gripped his cock, not moving yet, too busy concentrating on the hot full feeling of his fingers inside him.
Dan was breathing heavily, hand twisting on his dick, staring intently at the image on the screen that was making him so hard. He looked so good. Phil always looked so good like this.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he sighed, hand moving a little faster as Phil gasped out that familiar moan, meaning that he’d hit his spot. “Talk to me. How’d you f-feel?”
“So good,” Phil whimpered, out of it for a second as he pushed his third finger into his hole. Then his eyes snapped back up to Dan, and he smirked. “Not as good as your fingers, though. Not - fuck - not as good as your cock.”
Dan groaned, his hand speeding up. “Keep talking. Shit.”
Phil whimpered again, properly riding his fingers now, his hand moving on his dick. “I - I wish you were here. Fucking me like only you can. I want you so bad, Dan. Fuck, I want your cock so bad. Please, Dan - I need to cum - fuck -“
“Cum for me, baby,” Dan murmured. “Gonna make me cum.”
Phil whined as he came, biting down on his hand with his fingers deep inside him. It was that picture that pushed Dan over the edge, straining to keep his moans quiet. He watched as Phil slowed down and eventually pulled out his fingers, looking blissfully content as he slumped back down onto his bed.
“Jesus, Phil,” Dan laughed, his voice drained. “You kinky shit.”
Phil laughed tiredly, looking at Dan fondly. “Yeah. Well, I need to clean up. I’m all gross.”
“Me too,” Dan chuckled. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Phil smirked. “Definitely.”
Dan barked out in laughter again. “God, you’re insatiable! Okay, tomorrow then.” He sighed. “I love you.”
Phil grinned. “I love you too.”