Public park sex, wireless vibrator, and a lot of teasing?
- they’ve done this before. toys aren’t anything new to either of them, and phil loves using them on dan, experimenting, making him cum, marking his skin red and blue, but usually, only in the privacy of closed doors and in the comfort of their own own home, curled up on their messy sheets. but, not to this extent. not out here. not when there is the possibility of being caught.
- they’re sat on a bench in a nearby park because really, dan couldn’t walk anymore. he feels surrounded by phil, despite the toy inside of him being plastic. phil’s been playing with the settings for a few minutes now, switching it on and off, increasing and decreasing the intensity of the vibrations. dan grins, half amused and half uncomfortable, as he pushes his back against the back of the bench. arousal curls low in his belly, and it’s a better feeling than a constant state of worry, but embarrassing all the same.
- either way, it’s nice to let the pleasure build. his body feels too warm in his clothes, and his cock is steadily pushing harder against his zipper. it’s a bit exciting that nobody around him knows that he’s got a wireless vibrator deep in his ass, pushing against his prostate every time he moves around the wooden bench.
- phil has it turned off at the moment, but dan still likes how it feels, too slippery and big in him. he’s distracted when it happens, the toy coming to life all of the sudden. it startles him, but he’s forced to grip armrest to bite back a moan. it buzzes hard in him, and dan’s pretty certain it’s on the highest setting; the one that makes him cum without him touching himself, the one that has him on the edge of being too much, but never enough. phil chuckles and dan swears, he would punch phil if it didn’t feel so good.
- a moan bubbles in dan’s throat as his dick twitches under his briefs, his legs part just a bit, slightly bent and toes digging into the soles of his shoes. his small whimpers sounds loud against the warm air, even loud with the sounds of children playing. the arousal in dan’s belly only seems to worsen because of it.
- do you like it? phil asks, his voice is hoarse and deep, melting over dan’s skin, lips only a few inches away from his ear. He might as well whispered ‘let me fuck you’ in his ear the way dan’s body reacts. embarrassment rushes through dan and he can’t help but whimper, he’s wearing sweatpants and phil can probably see how hard he is, how much he loves it despite taking hours to agree to the idea.
- the air is hot and damp, heavy against dan’s skin, and he wishes they had sat on a bench with more shade because he feels even hotter suddenly, like he’s standing in front of the sun. which, really, might be more accurate than dan would like to admit. it sounds cheesy but his heart skips a beat at the thoughts of what phil can do to him as if to agree with him.
- dan is about to reply, with something witty for sure, when he feels the arousal strengthen in his belly. he feels fingers, both gentle and rough, sliding over his body, a hot mouth with angry teeth pressing against his neck. arousal throngs through his body like he’s right about to climax.
- yes, dan whispers, hoping it sounds more casual than the desperate way he thought it sounded. a shudder dips down his spine and phil presses his lips to dan’s mouth, just as the vibrations come to an end. dan feels as though the air were choked out of him and he mewls into phil’s mouth, grinding slowly against the wood of the bench. please, dan whispers.
- it feels slow, like time has stopped, the way he waits for phil to turn the vibrator back on, the way phil’s lips hover over dan’s and the million times dan rolls a tongue over his own bottom lip, tasting phil and wanting more. dan presses closer and their bodies push up against each other until dan can no longer tell where he starts and where phil ends.
- and really, dan can’t seem to care when phil’s lips are finally against his again, with a nosy tongue trying to pry them apart. a moan escapes dan’s throat before he can stop it, and he knows phil likes it because phil’s hips jerk up against his own suddenly. phil’s hands glide over dan’s sweat slick back as they work their hips forward. it feels as if a handful of mouths are against dan’s skin, but he knows it’s only one, he follows the path of phil’s as his teeth drag into the side of his neck. dan doesn’t even seem to notice when phil drags a hand back to his pocket, to turn the vibrator back on again although not on the same setting as before, but he feels when phil does.
- it’s overwhelming, the feeling rushing through his body, a feeling he can’t really explain, a feeling of just so much, too much, but not enough. phil’s teeth grip at his bottom lip as fingers grip at his sweatpants, loosening them just enough for phil to fit his hand in. there’s a rhythm of heavy breaths and soft moans between them, the same rhythm that pulses through his veins. dan’s legs are trembling with an approaching orgasm with the first tug of phil’s hand.
- phil presses him impossibly closer together when dan cums, pressing their lips together, attempting to quiet the loud moans that dan carelessly emits. dan sounds almost as wrecked as he feels and looks, really. dan keens as the vibrator presses against his prostate, milking out his orgasm until it’s almost painful, but phil doesn’t seem to think of turning it off, all he does is take his hand off of dan’s cock.
- dan’s body heaves with exertion and his chest feels tight as the vibrator pulses right against his prostate, and it’s too early for him to go again, but he wants to. slowly, he begins to grind against the rough wooden surface of the bench, pushing the prostate deeper.
- phil grins, intensifying the vibrations of the vibrator. dan’s cock hardens then, and he begins to fuck back against the vibrator, as he would if he were riding phil’s cock. he feels too good to care that he’s in public, in park of all places, that he could get caught, get arrested, get exposed. dan cums dry the second time, fucking himself on the vibrator seated deep inside him.
- the vibrator switches off then and dan slumps against the back of the bench, body heaving with exertion. the air feels impossibly hotter, and thick with the contentment settling in his chest. fuck, dan whispers, trembling and fingers digging into phil to hold himself up. he feels as if he’d been drugged, completely overdosed on sex and phil. he can feel phil’s soft touch on his sweaty skin and the softest press of phil’s lips against his own, and the touch lingers. they walk home slowly and dan wears his jacket across his waist to hide the evidence of their shameful activities.
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