2009 Phan?? Dan's a virgin and Phil finds it really hot. maybe some neck kissing because dan's sensitive? thank you!
i got carried away again but can you blame me?
There’s no doubt in Phil’s mind that Dan’s absolutely gone for him.
If the countless tweets and sweet comments hadn’t been evidence enough, Dan’s flustered demeanor during their Skype calls proves it. At every compliment Phil provides, the brunet’s face goes pink, and Phil’s heart practically soars in his chest. As a hopeless romantic, Phil supposes it’s to be expected when he’s video chatting with a pretty boy that laughs sweetly at all his jokes, then sends him heart emojis when they have to hang up for the night.
So, maybe Phil’s a bit gone for him, too.
The compliments Phil gives him aren’t always innocent, however, and though he’s completely at fault for all their dirty flirting, he puts partial blame on Dan. Because, well, a simple scroll through the boy’s DailyBooth has Phil’s stomach growing hot with need, like an itch he can’t quite scratch. Dan’s hours away, and Phil’s left hand isn’t good enough.
See, Dan celebrates his growing popularity on DailyBooth with borderline-nude pictures, half-lidded bedroom eyes, and deceivingly innocent smiles. Phil’s almost sure that they’re meant specifically for him since Dan only started being such a tease after Phil gifted him a cheeky follow a few months back.
“Did you see the pic I posted today?” Dan asks, reaching up to ruffle his fringe. They’re in a Skype call, currently, and though the video quality is too awful to tell, Phil thinks he senses a hint of mischief in Dan’s expression.
“Not yet,” Phil admits. “Haven’t gotten the chance, been out at the shops with my mum all day.”
Phil briefly debates whether it’s a good idea to pull up the website while he and Dan are still in a call, because if Dan’s posted something explicit, Phil’s sure to get hard in a matter of minutes. He sighs, bites his lip, then casually tilts the lid of his laptop so that his lower half is out of the frame. There. Better. His arousal can go completely unnoticed if his self-control does happen to slip.
Dan’s DailyBooth is already bookmarked in his browser, because okay, maybe Phil checks it more often than he should. He clicks once, both he and Dan waiting patiently for the page to load.
When it does, Phil’s breath hitches audibly. His eyes are glued to the screen, cock twitching in the confines of his boxers. “Oh,” he says, a quiet exhale. Oh. Wow.
“So,” Dan murmurs after a moment, hesitance lacing his tone. “Do you…like it?”
Of course Phil likes it. He loves it. How could he not?
The image shows Dan sprawled lazily across his mattress, lying amidst a sea of adorable, fuzzy teddy bears - a conveniently placed stuffed bear is the only thing blocking Dan’s cock from the camera lens. Because yes. Dan’s completely fucking naked, his smooth tummy and soft-looking thighs on display, and Phil’s stomach is bubbling with a whole cocktail of emotions. Lust, adoration, want, longing. A twinge of jealousy when he finds himself wishing that these images were for his eyes only.
Realizing he’s been silent for a good minute, Phil’s eyes flick back to Dan’s hopeful, anxious face in the corner of his screen, and the words pour out of his mouth without a second thought.
Phil regrets the sentence as soon as he hears himself say it. He watches Dan’s whole body go rigid, hands flying up to cover his clearly flushed face as he lets out this surprised little squeak, and God, that’s so cute. Phil wishes he could lean right through the computer screen and kiss Dan breathless, but he can’t, and both his heart and cock throb at the fact.
“You think so?” Dan mumbles, voice high-pitched and shaky. “U-um, thank you so much, I’m really not, but I - wow, you think I’m hot?”
Phil offers a lopsided grin. “Very much so.”
The conversation returns to normal once Phil’s half-hard cock goes flaccid again, and Dan’s cheeks fade back to their normal, tanned complexion.
Phil jerks off after they hang up. A glance at Dan’s picture is what sends him over the edge.
Today’s October 19th, 2009, and Phil’s life feels like a dream. He wonders, for a moment, if he really is dreaming, then decides that Dan feels too warm in his arms, too solid to be a figment of his imagination. Having Dan here has always seemed like this impossible, faraway concept, and yet here Dan is, one train ticket later, curled up so sweetly with his back flush against Phil’s solid chest.
Phil’s hand traces patterns on Dan’s forearm as they talk. He’d been worried things would be awkward in person, but it’s just as easy as it was over Skype, and for that, he’s thankful.
“Hey,” Dan says after a stretch of comfortable silence. Phil feels the boy’s shoulders tense with apprehension. “Hey, do you, um, remember when you told me I was really hot?”
It’s a vague memory, yes, but one that Phil can mostly recall. “Mhm. And you got all embarrassed about it?” he teases.
“Yeah, well. I forgot to tell you that I jacked off to the thought of it for like, a week after.”
Dan says it like it’s the most casual thing, but suddenly, Phil can’t breathe.
Jesus fucking Christ, this gorgeous boy is going to kill him, he’s sure of it. The room feels a whole lot warmer, and Phil’s grip tightens around Dan’s waist involuntarily - he thinks about Dan with his thighs spread, clumsily jerking his pretty cock, so turned on by the simplest phrase, a common complement, and sure, Phil had known Dan was a horny teenager with raging hormones, but was it really that easy to get him going?
Phil decides, then, that he wants to find out.
“Hm,” he muses quietly, like his heart isn’t thumping erratically against his ribcage, then asks, “Are you a virgin?”
Dan’s reaction is instant. He sucks in a quick breath and goes still, like he’s afraid to answer, so Phil coaxes a response out of him with a soothing touch to his shoulder.
“Yes,” Dan answers after a while. Phil isn’t surprised, and maybe a part of him is unbelievably turned on by the fact that Dan’s never been touched by anyone before, never been fucked, and Phil will be his first. The first one to hear Dan’s pretty moans, the first one to pin his thin shoulders down and fuck him into the mattress, Dan’s heels digging into Phil’s waist as he writhes in pleasure. Oh god. Phil feels his cock pulse with need, and he wonders if Dan can feel the slight hardness against him.
“Well,” Phil murmurs, lowering his voice to something deeper, more sultry. “I like virgins, you know.”
His eyes flick down as Dan not-so-subtly presses the heel of his palm against his own boxers, exhaling shakily. Maybe Dan’s trying to hide his erection. Or maybe - maybe he’s so easily affected that he’s afraid he’ll cum just from Phil’s words.
“Th -that’s… convenient,” Dan replies, and when his voice cracks, a beautiful pink color blooms across his face. Phil wants to make him blush even more.
“Especially nervous ones. Sensitive ones.”
Phil pauses. Feels Dan shiver against him.
“Are you sensitive, Bear?”
And Dan just squirms, bless him - doesn’t even know how to react to Phil’s soft, gravelly voice right against the shell of his ear, and lets out an adorable little gasp. Smirking, Phil exhales a warm breath into Dan’s skin, and whispers, “Sure sounds like it.” That short sentence elicits a beautiful moan from Dan, shaky and high pitched and just the right kind of desperate. Phil rewards him with a soft kiss against the side of his neck. Dan presses his thighs firmly together, but that does nothing to stop his hips from shifting forward, seeking friction that isn’t there.
Mm. Phil loves the lack of control Dan has over his own body. He snakes a hand around Dan’s waist and places it over the back of Dan’s own hand, which is still pressed to the boy’s boxers. Phil guides Dan’s hand, careful but firm as he has the brunet rub his lovely, aching cock through a thin layer of fabric. And there go Dan’s hips again, helplessly rutting into the surface Dan’s palm provides.
The sight is enough to fuel Phil’s wank sessions for months.
“Phiw, can’t, ah-h, I’ll - I can’t-”
Phil takes that as, ‘Oh please suck a hickey into my neck’, so that’s what he does. Latches his mouth onto the soft, untouched skin of Dan’s throat and sucks, licks until the delicate spot is blooming with a gorgeous, purple bruise. Dan wriggles in his grip the whole time, chanting a mantra of ‘please, more, please’, panting and mewling as if he’s going to make a mess of his boxers like the inexperienced teenager he is.
The thing is, Phil doesn’t expect him to actually cum. But Dan’s never fails to surprise him.
The boy’s lithe, curvy form positively shudders in Phil’s arms, and Dan is unable to hold back a loud whimper, writhing pathetically until he goes pliant, boxers filling with spurts of hot cum. He’s panting, choked sounds escaping that pretty mouth of his. Phil’s brain short circuits. When he clicked on Dan’s twitter, months ago, he didn’t expect such a pretty princess who cums from a single hickey and a few dirty words. Yet somehow, he was lucky enough to get exactly that.
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry,” Dan mumbles almost incoherently, snapping Phil out of his awed thoughts. “Sorry, ‘m sorry, didn’t mean to cum so quickly, so - so embarrassed, I’m s-”
“Shh , baby,” Phil soothes. He kisses Dan’s neck sweetly, tenderly. “Everything’s alright. You’re so gorgeous. Such a good boy, made me so happy.” His lovely Bear is oversensitive and so bashful about it, evident by the way he whines from every brief kiss Phil leaves. Phil wants to hold him like this forever.
Christ, how adorable. Phil presses one last kiss just behind Dan’s ear before pulling away. He nuzzles into Dan’s soft, messy fringe instead, and whispers countless praises to assure Dan he’s got nothing to be sorry for.
As Dan drifts off to sleep, Phil kisses the boy’s temple. He wonders how he got this lucky.
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