inexperienced!dan giving phil a blow job??
damn, okay, this is hot tbh
- dan’s always so eager for it, so new to everything that he just takes and takes what he can get. there’s a bulge, so obvious in phil’s jeans, which are tight enough that dan can actually make out the shape of it - of him - of his hard cock down his thigh. his mouth practically waters the longer he stares at phil’s lap. he made him hard, honestly it’s hard enough for dan to process that.
- he takes phil’s chin gently, feeling a little stubble rasping his fingers, but more importantly, feeling phil’s smile. when he presses their mouths together he starts smiling too, and it’s horribly counterproductive really. he feels phil’s sharp little teeth nipping at his lip though, and that gets his head back in the game. he parts his lips and meets phil’s tongue, pressing closer, sucking on it a little, like a prelude. phil’s hand tightens in dan’s hair and tips his head back, making him gasp into phil’s mouth.
- the atmosphere changes and soon, not soon enough, it’s hot and desperate, hungry and arousing, but not enough, never enough. dan can’t take it anymore, he wants more, so much more. when he gets his hand on phil, all phil does his snap his hips up hungrily, an unspoken ‘yes’. dan makes an appreciative sound that almost drowns out the noise of him pulling down phil’s zipper.
- he doesn’t bother to wait, doesn’t want to, instead instantly dipping his hand under the waistband of phil’s boxers and gets a grip on his cock. it’s like a revelation, touching another dick for the first time. there’s a head and a shaft and foreskin, no shocker there, but there’s also phil gasping against dan’s cheek, and phil wriggling against the soft material of the bed to shove at his hand, and phil’s fingers wrapped tight in his hair. it’s so hot in his grip, incredibly hard, and when phil frees his mouth to kiss his neck, dan brings his hand up to lick it. he groans right in dan’s ear and dan’s heart stops for a second, like he’s actually going to cum in his pants because he did that. he brought a sex noise out of phil. a deep, throaty, involuntary, beautiful noise that will probably haunt him forever.
- he’s surer from there, gets a good tight grip and pulls the way he likes it himself. his wrist hurts a bit, but he could keep going, could make phil come, if he didn’t remember his goal. he just wants to get his mouth on him. you sure about this, dan? phil asks gently. yeah, wanna be good for you, wanna make you feel good, dan replies, because really that’s all he wants to do, he doesn’t know what it means or if it’s part of something bigger than just pleasing someone, but right now that’s what he wants. have at it then, baby, phil responds, voice low and undeniably sexy.
- that’s all the invitation he needs. he breathes deep and then darts out his tongue to lick along the head of phil’s cock. it’s smooth, and phil makes a soft noise that makes dan stop analyzing the moment. he takes the head of phil’s cock past his lips and keeps going until his eyes drift shut and he forgets to breathe. he can hear phil cursing over the ringing in his ears, and then there’s a hand scratching his scalp and pulling him up by the hair.
- he breathes in deep and nuzzles against phil’s stomach. sorry, he whispers automatically, and startles when his voice sounds rougher too. of all things, that’s what’s got his dick straining. he’s sucking cock. actually. don’t apologize, love. want me to tell you what to do? phil says fondly. dan’s immediate reaction to that idea should be alarming, or at least explored, but he ends up just nodding quickly, tugging on phil’s top. phil pets his hair again, and his stomach twists with pleasure. teach me, then. I wanna suck you good.
- jesus, phil breathes, giving dan’s hair a sharp tug that might not have even been intentional. lick your hand again and get me wet. it’s easier. dan attunes himself completely to phil’ voice, so he doesn’t get overwhelmed by the width or the smell of him. he does just what phil tells him to and gets praise in return, an extra pull on his hair if he does well. phil gets considerably less coherent when dan gets the process more or less down. now – yeah, now there’s room for your tongue to move, isn’t there? just push the flat of it up so – oh, that’s it, that feels amazing.
- dan finds himself moaning when he feels it drip down his knuckles, because it means his mouth is too full, it means he’s getting dan messy. he rides on that rush, starts twisting his hand up and sucking phil down, gets his lips tight on him, gets phil to curse and tug hard. dan moans again, sparks shooting down his spine the longer phil plays with his hair. that’s so good, dan, you – god, phil says, raspy and incoherent, and dan hums, tilting his head and slows his hand down so he can kiss along his length, licking from base to tip. he knows he’s teasing again, but this time he’s confident, this time phil makes a frustrated noise and grinds his hips up so dan’s chin digs into his thigh.
- with no free hand, both currently occupied, dan doesn’t have a chance to open his zipper and relieve some of the pressure on his own hard cock. the terrifying thing is that he might not even need to. if phil keeps pulling on his hair and just, continues to be phil, dan might just come untouched. the thought is so embarrassing he blushes harder, but his dick strains a little more too.
- knowing how tightly phil’s got himself wound makes dan more comfortable, enough to open his mouth that much wider and take another inch in. he pulls off when his eyes start to water, but not before he sucks hard. dan doesn’t even cum with a mouthful of cock, he cums untouched after pulling off, lips loose around the crown. he cums because phil yanks on his hair and moans out, dan take it. dan ruts desperately at the ground and blanks out for a moment, shocked and overwhelmed, and shooting off hard in his briefs just from blowing phil. he makes an alarmingly loud sound and hurries to take phil deeper, stuff his mouth with it on the off-chance phil didn’t notice him embarrassing himself. he can’t really take the deep breaths he needs around a cock, and ends up even more short of breath and spacey, almost like he’s still coming, borrowing the pleasure phil gets from his mouth.
- he’s sloppy from there, doesn’t even try to come up with a technique beyond wet and tight. phil doesn’t complain, doesn’t even bother with full sentences, just incredibly hot groans and fragments of words. dan moans around him and feels a bit gone, scattered everywhere. buzzing from how he can only take shallow breaths, from how sticky his pants are, from how tightly phil’s still holding his head. i’m close, phil breaths out and dan hums happily, moves his hand faster, swallowing him down farther.
- phil tastes salty and a little bitter, but it might just be the best moment of dan’s life. he’s still a bit loopy from lack of oxygen and his jaw hurts, but he can’t stop smiling. phil untangles his hand from dan’s hair slowly and carefully, even tucks the sweaty mess behind dan’s ear before he hooks his finger under dan’s chin and pulls him up gently. dan can actually hear his joints popping when he sits up straight after crouching for so long. he doesn’t feel it, though, not yet. too satisfied to care. dan’s so dazed he forgets why it’s a bad thing when phil’s hand trails from his chest down his stomach and to his lap. he squirms when phil lays a heavy hand on his spent cock, and then gulps when he feels phil freeze.
- you’re all wet, he notes. did you cum? dan’s so embarrassed, he buries his head in phil’s neck. i might have…i’m sorry you’re just so you and i liked it and - thank god when phil stops his before he rambles more. don’t worry about it, it’s okay, i love how much you liked it, he says, pressing a kiss on dan’s lips. it’s not nearly as hard as before, more appreciative and sweet and adoring, so lingering that dan flushes and curls his toes. come on baby, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?
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