[phantaray]

[thelionandthellama]

Always reblog.

[taejiminie95]

this is important. the foundations of the phandom.

[kippenkermis]

THAT GASP

[daddy-sir-master]

HE SHOOK HIS WHOLE BODY TREMBLED

[cockwhoredaniel]

Never not reblogging this

[dateaboysuggestions]

date a boy who’d wrap you up in a blanket and watch the full moon with you

[semelester]

d&p fucking in a classroom while everyone else is at lunch and almost getting caught?

First bell. Forty-five minutes ‘till the end of lunch.

Sixteen of seventeen AP stats students stood, shoving their things into backpacks and satchels and pockets, chattering loudly as the room emptied faster than an upturned water glass. Except for Dan. Dan dragged his feet, lazing in his chair for a few extra moments before hauling himself to his feet with a small smile, sweeping his binders and papers into his beat-up canvas backpack with a decisive swipe, shoving the zipper closed and leaving his backpack leaning against the metal legs of his desk. He checked the clock. Eleven fifty-eight.

The sticky doorknob fidgeted and Dan slowly pivoted in place, leaning his ass against the rim of his desk and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Took you long enough,” he drawled, and Phil’s flushed cheeks scrunched into a scowl.

Phil pulled a face and stepped forward. “Not my fault I had to leg it all the way over here from Bio.” The math rooms were all in a separate building from the rest of the rooms, one built on the vacant lot bought by the school when the available rooms ran low and the student count skyrocketed. Tucked in the back of things and out of the way, the math rooms were almost never disturbed when there wasn’t a class. Perfect for–

“God, I missed you this weekend,” Dan mewled, dropping to his knees with an audible thump that made Phil wince, but Dan didn’t even feel it. He knee-walked forward, trailing his fingertips feather-light over Phil’s jean-clad thighs. Phil shivered, biting his lip and looking away.

“I had to work, you know that,” Phil mumbled, looking the slightest bit ashamed. Dan knew that Phil had fought tooth and nail for his internship at the children’s hospital the next city over, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a selfish prick who wanted his boyfriend all to himself sometimes. And with Phil looking like that, a blush riding his on his cheeks while his glasses slipped down his nose, well, who could really blame Dan?

“Don’t apologize,” Dan admonished, his hands coming up and his fingers curling in Phil’s belt loops, brushing the skin of his waist. Phil’s breath hitched and he bit his lip on another apology, his hands coming up to settle in Dan’s hair.

“Make it up to me,” Dan whispered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, making them shine obscenely in the harsh fluorescent lights.

Phil cursed softly under his breath and his eyes went dark, black pupil engulfing pale iris until only a thin ring of blue remained.

“Bet I know just how you wanted me,” Phil hummed, his fingertips dancing feather-light over Dan’s jaw. Dan pressed into the touch, keeping his eyes locked on Phil’s.

“Did you touch yourself, when you thought of me?” Phil asked, slipping one hand into Dan’s hair and grabbing a handful hard enough to make Dan tremble. “Jack your pretty little cock thinking of me?”

“N-no sir,” Dan breathed, turning his head and sucking two of Phil’s fingers into his mouth. Phil cock ed an eyebrow, looking down.

“I bought myself something,” Dan clarified, blush riding high on his cheeks and his eyes locked with Phil’s own blown-out ones. “A nice, thick toy. It’s so good, I can fuck myself so good with it, sir. Make myself scream in no time at all.”

Phil hummed contemplatively and pinched Dan’s tongue between his index and middle fingers, drawing it out his mouth. He wiped his spit-shiny fingers on Dan’s shoulder, yanking him to his feet by one hand in his hair and shoving his face-first over the teacher’s desk at the front of the room.

“Why don’t you show me,” Phil growled, nipping the lobe of Dan’s ear, “just what you did with this toy.”

“I-I fucked my throat with it, sir,” Dan whined, shoving his hips back when Phil’s free hand palmed possessively at his ass. “Had to make sure you could still use me, whenever you wanted to.” Phil groaned, the sound rumbling through Dan’s chest and making his cock throb in his jeans. Phil’s hands fumbled for Dan’s belt, quickly yanking his pants over the swell of his ass and down his thighs, letting them pool at Dan’s ankles. Dan shivered when the cool air of the classroom hit his overheated skin.

“Th-then I fucked myself with it,” Dan said, bringing his hands up behind himself, pulling his cheeks apart. His face flushed hot, embarrassment making his heart beat faster and his cock arch towards his stomach. “Right here. Wanted it to be you, sir, nothing feels as good as your fat cock splitting me open, sir.”

“Shit,” Phil breathed, struggling with the condom wrapper before eventually managing to get the fucking thing on, his hands smoothing down the curve of Dan’s back. “You want that, baby? Need me to fuck you, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, please,” Dan gasped, readjusting his grip until he was stretched as far open as possible. He shuddered when he felt the hot, blunt press of Phil’s cock against his hole, muffled his moans by biting his lip when Phil started to push into him, inch by agonizing inch.

The stretch burned, flames licking up Dan’s spine and twisting into pleasure deep in his gut, shooting to his cock and making him whine. Phil cursed, his biceps trembling as he held himself up against the desk. His hips nudged Dan’s knuckles and Dan’s eyes rolled back in his head when Phil started thrusting in earnest.

“No no no, brace yourself–” Phil grunted, “Up, brace yourself up, like– yeah, like that, good.” Dan pushed his arms against the desk, bracing himself against his forearms and letting his head hang loose on his shoulders. Phil shoved one hand in Dan’s hair and sank the other into Dan’s hips, pulling hard enough to make Dan’s eyes water with every thrust forward.

“Phil, fuck,” Dan whispered, breathy ‘ah’s and garbled curses dripping from his lips with every push and pull of Phil’s hips.

“No, no, why–” Dan whined when Phil pulled out, blindly shoving his hips back in search of friction.

“On your back, wanna see– wanna see your face when you lose it,” Phil groaned, hot palms helping Dan lay back against the desk. “Also, don’t want your jizz stains on the table.”

“Just get on with it,” Dan whined, swiveling his hips in little figure eights as he waited for Phil to take a breath, grip the base of his cock, and thrust back in.

This angle was even better. Dan could sit up and arch his back and push down, greedily devouring every inch of Phil’s cock as he pushed in.

“Yes, yes, yeah,” Dan chanted, invoking Phil’s name like a prayer as the heat in his gut climbed and climbed and climbed and–

“Fuck!” Dan’s scream was drowned out by the bell as he came over his own stomach, his heels skidding against the desk as he shook with the force of his orgasm. Phil spilled into him with a soft grunt, pulling out and immediately pulling off the condom wrapping it in a handful of tissues and swiping them over the mess on Dan’s stomach before dropping them in the trash.

“Shit,” Dan cursed, hopping around on one foot as he tried to yank his pants up, buckling the belt but not even bothering with the button or zipper, pulling his shirt down to hide it.

“Love you,” Phil said with a quick peck on Dan’s cheek before booking it out the door. Dan grabbed up his own stuff, bumping into PJ coming in the door as he hurried across campus to French class.

Dan shared British Law with PJ, after French. He was just about asleep on his desk when PJ slammed a torn condom wrapper down on Dan’s desk, startling him awake.

“Care to fucking explain?” PJ said, his face contorting as he tried to keep from smiling.

“Uh,” Dan said. “No?”