um, hi, love đ can you do a shy!pastel!dan with an oral fixation and dom!punk!phil who happens to be obsessed with dan's lips?
In the span of a forty-five-minute class, Dan licked his lips twenty-three times, bit his bottom lip fourteen, and absentmindedly stuck a pen between his lips five. Not that Phil was counting or anything. Not that Phil was picturing those pretty pink lips stretched around his fingers, his cock, a red ball gagâ Dan drew a blue tootsie pop out of his back and unwrapped it, shoving the wrapper into his pocket and the candy between his lips. His cheek bulged to accommodate it, and Phil shamefully glanced down to his lap, shifting his hips. Well, fuck.
The professor droned on and on about the use of propaganda in Maoist China but Philâs mind was so, so far away from his political science class that he might as well have just stayed home. Dan drew the blue candy out from between his lips, clacking it against the back of his teeth. A single strand of blue-tinted spittle connected Danâs lips and the candy, only broken when Dan swirled his tongue around it before shoving it back into his mouth, ducking his head and scribbling something down in his ivory notebook. Phil looked down at the black piece of paper in front of him, idly sketching a single curved line. It started to take the shape of lips and Phil hastily erased it, setting his pencil down.
The bell rang and Phil jolted upright, guilty fixing his gaze on anything other than Danâs lips, how they puckered when he talked, how they wrapped around the now bare lollypop stick, how theyâ Shit, Dan had noticed him staring, and was on his way over. Phil blushed and looked down, shoving all of his hit haphazardly into his black canvas back, preparing to book it before Dan reached him. His binder slid out of his hands, scattering loose papers all over the floor and Phil dropped to his knees with a curse, fumbling for his scattered notes.
âNeed a hand?â a soft voice asked, sincere but lilting with amusement. Slight, white-nailed hands came down to help gather Philâs things, shuffling the papers into a neat stack before handing them over. Phil nodded out gruff thanks, keeping his gaze fixed on his shoes.
âSooooooo,â Dan sing-songed, rocking back on his heels. Phil looked up, pierced eyebrow cocked. Dan snorted, rolling his eyes.
âNo need to look like youâre gonna bite my head off, I was just wondering why you were staring. Something on my face? Did I miss a spot blending my contour?â
âNo,â he mumbled. âJust, uh, just staring off into space, sâall.â
âMmmhmm.â Danâs lips quirked up into a smile, bemused, the tip of his blue-stained tongue came out to prod the corner of his mouth, and Phil couldnât look away.
âWell,â Dan said, fishing something, a pink tube of some sort, out of his pocket. He twisted the lid off andâ oh. Oh.Â
âYou looked like you were pretty out of it,â Dan continued, his voice strangely garbled because he couldnât move his lips. The lipgloss wand smeared sparkly peach pigment over them, and holy shit Phil was really not firing on all cylinders at this point. âIf you want, we can hang out later and go over it. The test is on Wednesday, and PoliSci is one of y best marks.â He smacked his lips and Philâs heart thudded in his ears. He was pretty sure he was seconds from passing out.
âSure?â he said, not entirely sure what he was agreeing to, but it made Danâs lips curl up into a breathtaking smile so it couldnât be too bad.
âAwesome!â Dan chirped, shoving the lipgloss tube back into his pocket. âIâll meet you outside the front gate after last bell, you can come over to mine.â
Phil blinked, just now registering Danâs words, but already the boy was too far away to hear him. Students started filing into the room and Phil just stood still, gobsmacked.
The second bell rang and Phil cursed, slinging his bag onto his back and booking it out the door. He was going to be late to Bio. Again.
Phil dragged his feet through the hallways, slowly and methodically unloading and reloading his backpack and his locker, sorting through what he needed for homework. His hand hovered over his political science binder. Right. He was supposed to meet Dan after school and go with him to his house, fuck. He was going to be alone with Dan at Danâs house, in immediate proximity to those distracting, distracting lips.
âGrow a fucking pair,â Phil muttered to himself, shoving his binder into his bag with an air of malevolent relish, slinging his bag over his right shoulder and stomping down the hallway. Right. He was a big boy, not some thirteen-year-old horndog, he could fucking do thisâ
Dan greeted him with a wave, pushing off of the tree he had been leaning on, snapping closed a small compact mirror. His lips were slightly overlined, painted a gorgeous matte reddish-purple. Phil made a very quiet, very undignified sound, internally cursing himself for believing he was up for this.
âItâs like a ten-minute walk to mine,â Dan said, running his fingers through his hair as he walked up to meet Phil. He stood with his hip popped and his lips in a slight pout. Phil had never blushed harder in his life.
He managed to keep up with Danâs chatter on the walk to Danâs house, but Dan talked enough for six people so it really wasnât that great of a feat. He followed Dan like he was in a haze, kicking his shoes off in Danâs front hall and trailing Dan into the kitchen like a lost puppy.
âYou want anything?â Dan offered, pulling open cupboard and drawers, filling the kettle with water and flicking it on.
âTea, if you donât mind,â Phil said, glancing around. Danâs house was small, teetering on the border between lived-in and downright messy. Comfortable. Phil liked it.
âMmhagablah,â Dan said, and Phil looked up. âSorry,â Dan said, screwing the lid back onto the jar of Nutella. He held a chocolatey spoon between his teeth, drawing it out slowly and letting his tongue wrap around it, licking it all up. Phil audibly gulped.
Dan flashed him a knowing smile, sliding one of his fingers between his lips. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking the Nutella residue off. His eyelashes hung heavy over his eyes, sparkling with mischief.
âYou didnât invite me over to review PoliSci, did you?â Phil asked, almost choking on his newfound bravery. Dan laughed, a loud, pealing noise that made Phil wanted to join in.
âMmm, not really,â Dan said, shrugging. âI kind of really wanna suck your cock, but if you donât want me to then we can study, or whatever.â He shrugged noncommittally. Phil choked on his own spit.
âBut with how you were staring at my mouth earlier, or even just now,â Dan hummed sidling closer. His hands came up to rest lightly on Philâs hips, his index fingers curling in Philâs belt loops. âI think you kind of really want that too.â
Phil nodded mutely and Dan grinned, quick and sharp, falling to his knees with an audible thump that made Phil wince. Dan just brushed it off, his pink tongue peeking out of plum red lip, something silver and shiny nested in the center of itâ
Dan yanked Philâs jeans and boxers down without ceremony, gripping Philâs cock in his left hand and licking a fat stripe from base to tip.
Cocksucking mother of christ he had a tongue piercing.
Philâs hands trembled and he shoved them into Danâs hair, doing his best not to pull too hard when Dan sucked the head of his cock into his mouth and laved his piercing around the head, digging the small silver ball into the slit.
âFuck,â Phil choked out, bucking up. He shoved his hips back down, petting Danâs hair apologetically, but Dan just shrugged it off, sinking deeper and deeper untilâ
That was his throat. Around the head of Philâs cock. Dan clamped his lips around the very base of Philâs dick, leaving a lipstick ring that Phil couldnât look away from. He whimpered high in his throat, a gasp ripped out of him when Danâs responding chuckle reverberated up his spine.
Phil keened, a thin, reedy noise when Dan swallowed around him before pulling back up, wrapping his hand around the base and beginning to bob his head in earnest. Philâs back arched and he cried out, his thighs shaking as he fought to keep himself still, let Danâs lips do what they looked made to do.
It wasnât long before Phil was gasping out âcloseâ and tugging Danâs hair. Dan only let Phil pull him back until the head of Philâs cock was between those perfect lips, pigment smeared and making Dan look thoroughly debauched. Phil came with a low groan of Danâs name, spilling into that tight, perfect heat behind the seal of those sinful lips.
Danâs jaw dropped and he let Philâs cum spill out, dripping in thick, obscene drops over his smeared lipstick and spit-slick chin. Phil covered his face with a wounded noise, his spent cock twitching slightly in Danâs loose grip.
âGood?â Dan asked, the definition of porn on his knees with Philâs cock in one hand and his own cloth bulge in the other, red-stained cum streaking his lips and cheeks and chin.
âFuck,â Phil whispered, his voice bombed-out buildings and electrical sparks level of wrecked. Dan just laughed, wiping his mouth on the back of his hands and hauling himself to his feet as Phil sagged back against the counter.
