Hi, can you do a hc where Dan is a pillow princess and Phil calls him out on it and Dan tries to prove him wrong pls thx
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- “Please, Phil,” Dan begged, sliding up to lean back against the headboard, using his grip on Phil’s shoulders to drag him between his legs.
- Phil slid a hand up Dan’s hip, and Dan’s legs wrapped around Phil’s waist to pull him closer.
- “Wait,” Phil said, and Dan’s eyes opened.
- “What? What’s wrong?” Dan asked, his brows furrowing and his teeth sinking into his lower lip.
- “You-” Phil paused, and took a breath. “I’m always the one doing everything, Dan, and I’m sick of it.” Dan’s eyes narrowed, and he unhooked his legs from around Phil’s back.
- “ Well that’s hardly fai-” “You’re a fucking pillow princess, Dan, and I’m done with it.”
- Dan pushed Phil off of him, and Phil went easily enough. “Fine,” Dan snapped. “You wanna be like that? We can be like that. Lie down.” Phil didn’t move. “ I said lie down,” Dan said with a roll of his eyes. “Wants me to take charge then doesn’t even fucking listen,” he muttered to himself, yanking Phil’s shirt and pants off roughly. Phil heard a few seams rip but he kept quiet, settling back onto the pillows while Dan stripped himself.
- Dan slung one leg over Phil’s waist, grabbing him roughly by the jaw with both hands and kissing him, nipping at Phil’s lips and sucking his tongue into his mouth. Phil kissed back, bringing his hands up to rest on Dan’s waist. Dan smacked them away.
- “No touching,” he breathed, attaching his lips to the underside of Phil’s jaw. Phil clenched his hands around nothing, bringing them back down to rest at his sides. He sighed when Dan sunk his teeth into he neck, squirming against his mouth.
- Dan moved down Phil’s body, kissing and nipping his skin at random, without a pattern. He licked a stripe down Phil’s happy trail, curling his tongue around the base of his cock.
- Phil’s hand moved down to grip Dan’s hair, but a stern look from the boy between his legs put paid to that and Phil grabbed the sheets under him instead.
- Dan took his sweet time working Phil’s cock, licking and sucking at the base and his balls, and dragging the head over his lips, his tongue poking out to taste. Phil arched his back and sighed, the muted pleasure making his head feel pleasantly fuzzy.
- Dan took Phil into his throat suddenly, starling a moan out of him. Phil’s thighs twitched and he laid them back flat, resisting the urge to cant his hips up. Dan brought his hand up to play with Phil’s balls, and Phil’s hips kicked.
- Dan pulled off with a smile, jacking Phil with one hand as he reached for the lube. He squirted some into his hand before wrapping it back around Phil’s length, his fingers rubbing over the head on every upstroke.
- “You-” Phil gasped, his head falling back and baring the line of his throat, which bobbed as he swallowed. “I- I’m gonna-”
- Dan kept going, watching as Phil’s eyes squeezed shut as he reached the edge, before pulling his hand back and letting Phil thrust up into nothing.
- “No, Dan, please,” Phil babbled, his hips still kicking.
- “See,” Dan said rubbing the tip of his index finger across Phil’s slit. “There’s something I learned how to do. What happens is I get you so close, and then let go, and then you cum untouched. It’s called a ruined orgasm. You don’t get any of the satisfaction of coming, but you stay hard, and you’re completely oversensitive.” He nibbled Phil’s ear and tweaked his nipple. Phil’s cock twitched as he came in long spurts across his own chest. Dan was right; it barely felt like anything. But his cock didn’t soften, and Phil’s eyes blinked open to be met with a view of Dan with three fingers inside of himself.
- “And now I can have my fun,” Dan said with an impish grin, barely giving Phil any time to breathe before he straddled his hips and bottomed out, his hole clenching around Phil’s cock.
- Phil was ready to explode. He whimpered when Dan lifted up and slammed back down, his toes curling as Dan screwed himself down on Phil’s cock again and again.
- “Fucking - love you like this,” Dan panted, his hands roaming over Phil’s chest. “Completely at my mercy, you’re- fuuuuuuck,” he breathed out when he hit his own prostate particularly hard. Phil’s hands just clenched in the sheets, his jaw dropping open.
- “Dan, oh please, you’re- fuck, you’re-”
- Dan had something he wanted to try. He called it the ‘Theory of Relative Friction.’ The theory stated that if he ground down just right, he could make Phil say ‘fuck’ seven times in a row. .
- He thrusted down, letting out a low moan. Phil’s breath hitched on a cry, and he sank his teeth into his lip. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” he breathed, and Dan grinned.
- “Come on, Phil,” Dan moaned, moving his hips even faster, until he was practically bouncing on Phil’s cock. Phil’s vision crackled static behind his eyelids, and his heartbeat pounded in his ears. “Feel so good filling me up like this Phil, fuck. Come on. Come on, Phil. Come for me.”
- Phil muffled a scream by biting down on his own forearm, his cock twitching as he came for what felt like ages. He whimpered when Dan pulled off of him, jacking himself off over Phil’s chest.
- Phil was too exhausted to help, or do anything other than breathe and look up at Dan through ruined eyes as Dan released, hot and sticky, over his own hand and Phil’s chest.
- “Pillow fucking princess my ass,” Dan muttered, dragging three fingers through the mess on Phil’s chest and bringing it up to his own mouth, sucking the digits clean.
- Phil was never more happy to be proven wrong in his life.
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