Fucking Come Morning Light. Just. Fuck. I know it's been forever since it was released, but I just got around to reading it because I'm still almost a baby in the Haikyuu fandom. And fuck. I thought I won't hurt again after Snow in May, but this was so much worse than Snow in May!!!! I- I just have to believe that Hinata came back to Kageyama. I have to believe that Bokuto and Akaashi are okay. I already know that Kuroo pulled through, he's a tenacious bastard. I'd like to say, I'm shattered,tnx
Awwww, I’m so happy CML got such a visceral reaction out of you!!! I like to think Hinata and Kageyama got to reunite after the dust settled, too. Thank you so much for reading CML and supporting it even after all this time, and thanks so much for sharing your final thoughts with me!! I’m so thrilled that you enjoyed this rollercoaster of a fic ehehe <3
what have i done
Title: Drop the Bones
Genre: smut
Tags: crack, booty sex, HALLOWEEN, domestic phan if you tilt your head and squint
Word Count: 1.8k (it wASNT MEANT TO BE THIS LONG)
In which Dan and Phil fuck to the Living Tombstone remix of Spooky Scary Skeletons to completely immerse themselves in the Halloween spirit. (i recommend listening to the remix for your own full immersion)
((also posted on ao3))
Halloween.
The internet's favourite holiday of the year; the memes return every year. Tumblr is infested with skeletons and pumpkins and everything black and orange; the onslaught of spooky objects floods all of everybody's social media whether they like it or not.
And Dan's completely dedicated.
He will admit, it is Tumblr's fault that he's constantly got "This Is Halloween" by Panic! At the Disco stuck in his head every October. He didn't give two shits about Halloween before, but he finds himself going all out now.
Phil, on the other hand, is just as dedicated. He's the one that brings his dashboard to life, he decorates the house with the decorations they use every year; both fake AND real pumpkins scattered throughout the flat, tinsel draped wherever necessary, and other plastic pieces they've hoarded over the years.
And that's what he's doing now. He's surprisingly feeling minimal stress from the tour, so he's dragged out the box labelled "spoopy decorations" (it used to just say "Halloween decorations", but "Halloween" was scratched out two years ago and replaced with "spoopy". Thanks, Dan.) to decorate the flat. It's in his knowledge that yes, they won't even be there for Halloween, but he feels obligated to continue the tradition.
Phil starts with his favourite thing; the tinsel. He pulls out the bundle of frilly plastic, wincing at it being knotted into a ball of metallic purples and oranges. He makes an attempt to untangle it, but grows impatient and gives up after ten minutes; it's hopeless. There's no good way to store tinsel.
Dan, who had previously been in his room doing whatever a Dan Howell does in his room two days before Halloween, comes out upon hearing the frustrated groans of his boyfriend. He doesn't know what he expects, but when he walks into the lounge he finds a rather perturbed Phil Lester on the floor tangled up in strands of tinsel.
"You need help with that, babe?" he giggles, sitting down next to Phil on the floor.
"Yes, please." Phil admits, deciding he's past the point of making a sarcastic remark.
Together, they finally separate the tinsels and hang them up wherever needed. They then take out the second box of smaller decorations and place the gravestone, ghosts, and fake pumpkins inside all around the flat. They also remember that they have gel window stickers somewhere, so they split up and rifle through all of the drawers in the flat to find them. It takes another twenty minutes, but Phil eventually finds them pushed to the back of one of their kitchen drawers.
"Dan, come and help me put up the stickers!" He shouts to Dan, who had been searching the closet of crap in the hallway. The ecstatic response comes immediately.
"Hell yeah, you found them?" He exclaims, bounding down the stairs. Phil smiles; he still loves the fact that Dan gets excited over the smallest things. Like gel window stickers, he's never seen a human being smile over them so much.
Together, they stick the gels on various kitchen appliances and windows, completing their array of decoration to completely fulfill the desire to make their otherwise plain flat spooky as fuck.
The two decide that they're both pretty tired from the ever-so-strenuous task of achieving festive aesthetic, so they decide to take a break before they make dinner.
It's Phil's turn to make dinner tonight. Dan usually helps; but he escapes to his room before Phil even has a chance to ask. Phil doesn't mind, though. It isn't like spaghetti is a complicated meal to prepare, it's just boiling pasta and seasoning jarred sauce to make it taste less like shit.
Once he's finally finished the meal, he calls to Dan. Dan emerges from the bedroom and makes his descent down the stairs, stopping at the bottom step.
"Phil, I need to show you something." He calls back, a familiar shit-eating grin plastered to his face.
"What? I just finished dinner, it's going to get cold." Phil replies, slightly irritated.
"It'll only take a little while, I promise." Dan counters, the smirk almost audible in his tone.
Phil gives in with a sigh and follows his boyfriend back up the stairs. Dan opens closed door to their bedroom and leads Phil inside. Phil, who hadn't been aware of what Dan had done, smiles at the scene before him. Dan's added more decorations to their bedroom; instead of just being a couple plastic props and a strand of tinsel on the headboard, Dan's added orange fairy lights on every solid surface and lit fall- scented candles on the dresser.
"Dan, this is so cool!" He exclaims, walking over to the candles to inspect the scents; they're all tea lights that smell of cinnamon.
"It isn't finished yet, though. There's another thing I need to do," Dan replies as he walks over to Phil, gathering him in an embrace
"Hi," Phil giggles before Dan traps his lips in a kiss. Dan's hands move down to grope Phil's ass as he bites Phil's bottom lip, taking it between his teeth and gently pulling it back. His grip tightens on the older man's ass as he releases his lip, earning a sharp inhale from the latter. Dan moves to his boyfriend's jawline, kissing up it and stopping at god earlobe.
"Dan, come on. We can do this after dinner." he breathes, halfheartedly trying to pull back. The attempt is unsuccessful.
"Please, baby. I need your cock right now." Dan whisper-moans against Phil's earlobe before running the tip of his tongue along it; a shudder runs down Phil's spine upon the contact. Damn it; He's lost this battle, and dinner is going inevitably sit out and get cold.
But Phil obliges and pushes Dan back against the frame of the bed, separating their lips to let Dan fall backwards onto the bed without breaking his spine or something. Phil comes next, straddling Dan's hips. Phil reattaches their lips, groaning as Dan's fingers tangle into his hair and push him even closer; he tilts his head just a bit more and Dan's tongue has full access to his mouth. As their tongues slide across each other, Phil's hands move further down from where they had been resting on Dan's chest. He stops at Dan's nipples, pinching the sensitive nubs through Dan's tee shirt. Dan whimpers slightly into Phil's mouth at this, more pleasure coursing through him. Phil stops the action, continuing the descent of his hands. This time, he stops at the hem of Dan's shirt and pulls back to take it off. He moves off of Dan's hips to unbutton the latter's jeans and push them halfway down his thighs. Phil then moves between his legs and runs the tip of his tongue over Dan's clothed length. Dan moans at the sensation, his hands flying back to Phil's hair. Phil continues to kiss Dan's dick through the thin fabric of his boxers, earning more breathy moans from the horny brunet.
"Phil, stop teasing and fuck me already" Dan whimpers, to which Phil finally tears his underwear and the rest of his pants off. This is when Phil realises that Dan is completely naked underneath him while he's still completely clothed, so he steps off of the bed to strip himself as well.
"Get on your hands and knees, baby." Phil commands, rifling through the drawer for lube.
"I don't need stretching, I did that before you came in." Dan replies whilst obeying Phil's command, spreading his legs apart and pushing his ass up into the air. Phil walks back the bed, kneeling behind Dan; he leans over Dan before anything else, hands on either side of him.
"Is that what you were doing while I was making dinner? Is that why you left?" He huskily whispers into Dan's ear, cock pressing into his boyfriend's ass all the while.
"Y-yes," Dan moans as Phil leans back.
"I guess I'll just have to be rough, then." Phil smirks, popping the cap on the lube and squeezing a generous amount of it onto his palms. Once he's spread a sufficient amount of the gel onto his cock, he places his hands onto Dan's hips and aligns himself.
"You ready, baby?" He asks, to which Dan's eyes widen.
"Wait! I did forget one thing," Dan reaches over to the nightstand by the bed, grabbing his phone and opening the music library. He finds the playlist he's looking for and turns the volume all the way up. Phil doesn't know what he expects, but he doesn't really expect Spooky Scary skeletons to start playing. Sure enough, the familiar intro echoes through the room and Phil nearly loses it.
"Dan, oh my god. What is this?"
"It's Halloween, you spoon. Festivity." Dan replies, pushing his ass back. He's completely serious. A giggling Phil finally pushes in as the first verse plays, starting slowly.
And then the bass drops.
Phil's thrusts are in time with the tempo, the slapping sound of skin resonating through the room lining up with the beat of the song. Between the musical aesthetic and the tip of Phil's cock grazing his prostate with every thrust, Dan's pretty much completely blissed out. Phil changes the angle of his thrusts, flawlessly not falling behind whilst doing so. Dan cries out at this, moving his hand down to his neglected cock. He jerks it in time to Phil's thrusts and the music, inching closer and closer to orgasm as he runs his thumb over his leaking slit.
"I'm close," Dan moans as the tightness and warmth in his stomach begins to grow. Phil speeds up, thrusts growing erratic and sloppy as he draws closer to his own orgasm; he somehow still manages to line up with the downbeats of the song with his thrusts.
"Phil, I'm about to come-" Dan cries, to which Phil moves his hand down to Dan's cock, replacing Dan's hand with his own. Dan grips the duvet as he comes, the warm fluid dripping down Phil's hand and onto the sheets; he arches his back and clenches around Phil's dick as he finishes, pushing Phil over the edge. Phil stills and lets out a low groan, shooting into Dan; warm come filling him up. He rides it out, slamming into Dan a few more times to milk himself completely.
Once he's completely come down, Phil pulls out of Dan, watching the come dribble from his boyfriend's fucked-out hole as he does so; he wipes the trail of it with his thumb, the pad of it brushing Dan's sensitive entrance. Phil wipes his hand on the duvet and shifts to cuddle Dan, all thoughts of dinner forgotten.
"Did we really just fuck to Spooky Scary Skeletons?" Phil asks, laughing as Dan reaches to turn it off. Dan nods, giggling as well.
"Yeah, Happy Halloween."
"I guess you could say we dropped the bones." Phil smirks, referencing last year's baking video.
"Oh my god, Phil. What does that even mean?"
shitty ending is shitty (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞
Title: Can We Fast-forward 'Til You Go Down on Me?
Word Count: like 1.5k
Genre: smut ((high school phan AU fuck to the yeah))
Tags: high school!AU, blowjobs, public
hola.
so i’ve managed to pull a thing out of my ass in the midst of the beginning of the school year.
i didn’t edit this/have anybody do it for me so there’s probably 9283423 mistakes.
the title is from new perspective by panic! at the disco. great song, highly recommend.
(can be read on ao3)
It’s fifth hour literature and the class Dan Howell happens to be in is currently watching the most boring Shakespeare film adaptation in the history of the universe, no exaggeration. Does anybody older than a third grader find enjoyment in watching educational videos anymore? Are they just excuses for the teachers to leave the classroom the whole hour to fuck around doing whatever teachers do in their spare time? Who knows. The world's eighth wonder.
It seems that nobody in the class is paying attention at the moment, who blames them? Everybody's either swapped desks to talk to their respective friend groups, hunched over a notebook, or wasting time on their phones.
I bet you can guess of the three activities Dan Howell is engaging in.
That's right; unsurprisingly, Dan is screwing around on his iPhone. Texting his boyfriend, to be specific.
To: Phil
this class is so fucking boring
Dan taps the "send button" and watches as text delivers within seconds. Almost immediately, he sees that Phil has read the text, yet it seems that he's ignored him anyway as the three little dots he's expecting to be there are indeed not there. He decides to type another message a few minutes later.
To: Phil
are u really that engrossed in trig
He sets his phone down on the desk, smirking when it softly vibrates against the wood.
From: Phil
I'm trying to learn, mind you. Pay attention
Dan rolls his eyes with a smile, deciding the next best thing to do was to tease his boyfriend.
To: Phil
but phiiiil im horny and bored
The answer comes almost immediately.
From: Phil
What do you expect me to do about that? Calm down
Dan can tell Phil was trying to look annoyed in the text, but he gets the overwhelming suspicion that the black haired boy has a small blush spread across his face, that he's squirming in his seat.
To: Phil
im thinking of you baby
The next text Dan receives throws him off a bit.
From: Phil
meet me in the toilets next to the gym
He didn't actually expect Phil to go for it, he figured he'd just be blown off and playfully scolded on the way to the sixth hour gym class they share. Dan glances at the clock. Fifteen minutes until the bell rings. Fifteen long, exhausting minutes. Now he's the one who's squirming in his seat, he's thinking about what Phil's going to do to him in the bathroom and he's quickly becoming hard. He tries to maintain his composure, but it's useless and he's soon left with a large, obvious bulge in his black school pants. Shit. Instead of dwelling on the fact that he's got a raging boner whilst surrounded by multitudes of people at school; he smirks and lowkey takes a picture, slightly sliding his chair out from his desk and snapping a picture by holding his phone below his chin and tilting it down. The photo turns out dark as the classroom is dimly lit, yet it's clear that he's indeed sporting a hard-on. He sends it to Phil without any explanation. There doesn't need to be one.
From: Phil
how naughty of you, dan. wouldn't want anybody to know how turned on you are for me. ;)
Dan slams the phone on the desk, creating a loud noise that thankfully isn't audible due to the dull roar and the sounds of movie resonating through the unattended classroom. He inhales sharply and anxiously begins to bounce his leg; he knows he's horny and desperate, but all he wants and cares about is Phil's lips wrapped around his cock. A few minutes before the bell is set to ring, the teacher returns to the room. She flips the light on, turns the movie off, and sits at her desk to thumb through some paperwork. She reminded the class of the assignment that was due tomorrow and the bell finally rings, the class shuffling out all at once. Dan briskly walks down the halls, not bothering to stop and make conversation with Chris and PJ as he usually does between passing.
When he reaches the bathroom, he literally bursts through the door. There conveniently isn't anybody in there; except Phil, who's leaning against the wall opposite to the door.
He strides towards Phil, pinning him against the wall. Dan leans into his boyfriend's ear and takes the lobe of it between his teeth.
"Hello," he huskily whispers as Phil's hands travel to his ass, cupping it tightly. Dan kisses Phil's jawline just below his ear; earning a soft, needy moan. He removes his lip before forcefully pushing them into the largest stall, shutting the latch on the door and pinning Phil to the wall once more.
Their lips meet in a hot, messy kiss.
Phil's hands travel from the back of Dan's flustered neck down to his ass, cupping it firmly. He smirks as Dan whimpers, splaying his fingers across his boyfriend's jean-clad cheeks. Dan's attempt at being dominant slowly crumbles as Phil swaps their positions, Dan now pinned against the wall. Phil pulls back from sloppily kissing Dan, moving to kneel down and unbutton his jeans.
Phil presses his lips to the front of Dan's grey boxers, mouthing the outline of his dick. Dan sharply inhales as Phil wastes no time slowly pulling said boxers down about halfway down his thighs and taking the tip of his boyfriend's cock between his lips. Dan mewls quietly as he does so, the sounds of that and faint slurping noises resonating off of the concrete walls. Phil takes his dick deeper, about halfway. Dan's hands fly from their place on the wall into Phil's artificially black hair, fingers curling into his scalp. Phil groans from the slight hair pulling as he bobs his head all the way down, lightly tapping his wet lips to the base of Dan's cock before he moves back to the tip to swirl his tongue around Dan's slit, dipping it in as he grips the base. He repeats the process, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of Dan hitting the back of his throat each time as the boy against the wall has begun to thrust into his mouth in time with his bobbing. Dan's whining gets louder and needier with each thrust, and he's nearly slipping over the edge when the sound of a door swinging open startles them both.
Phil freezes as Dan slaps a hand against his mouth, eyes widening. The once (nearly) silent bathroom fills with the sound of footsteps, and then peeing noises that seem to last for an hour. Though, really anything would seem to last for an hour if you were on the bathroom floor with your boyfriend's cock in your throat, Phil supposes. Eventually, the offender washes his hands and the bathroom door shuts and the room is silent once more. Dan sighs as he removes his hand from his mouth, Phil giggling around his dick now.
"Oh my god, stop that!" Dan exclaims, starting to chuckle as well. Phil smiles as he pulls off of Dan's dick completely and kisses the patch of hair above it before taking it into his hand and licking a stripe up the back of it.
"oh," Dan breathes as Phil stops at his frenulum, kissing it before wrapping his lips around the head once again. Phil regains the pace he was at before, moving his hands from Dan's waist to his ass; he slightly pushes Dan's hips away from the wall, groping said ass. He uses the new space he's created to slightly pull his right hand back to spank Dan lightly, earning a whorish moan from the action.
"Harder," Dan manages to utter as he shifts them to where he's completely away from the wall, about a foot apart. Phil draws his hand back a second time, slapping Dan's ass harder this time. Dan's coming apart quickly, and he's moaning and thrusting into Phil's mouth erratically now. Phil spanks Dan a third and final time, causing a delightful sting in Dan's ass. The younger boy cries out as his come shoots into Phil's throat. Dan weakly thrusts a few more times, milking out his orgasm as much as he can. Phil pulls off after Dan's cock begins to go flaccid, tucking it back into his underwear and rebuttoning his jeans. Phil finally lifts himself off of his knees, taking Dan's hand as he moves up to press a small kiss onto Dan's lips.
"What about you, babe?" Dan asks, motioning towards the outline in Phil's pants. Phil smiles.
"Don't worry about it, gym's almost halfway over and it's going to be awkward enough."
Dan frowns, absentmindedly playing with Phil's now ruffled hair.
"Can I at least make it up to you later?" He asks, looking up into Phil's eyes and smirking slightly.
Phil bites his bottom lip and nods.
"Yeah, you can."
Phil kisses Dan once more before sliding out the latch of the door. The two still-flustered boys make an attempt to fix their hair before casually walking out of the bathroom to think of a reasonable excuse to missing half of sixth hour gym.
Title: Rabu Hoteru (oh man, I’m so creative.)
Word count: about 2.2k
Genre: smut
Tags: japhan, cheeky bumsex
In which Dan and Phil stay at a love hotel whilst in Japan.
Enjoy?
((can also be found on Ao3))
It's happening.
It's finally happening.
After years and years of wishing of going, Dan and Phil finally booked a trip to Japan.
Phil can remember the look on Dan's face when he told him they were going; he'd sprung up from the infamous "browsing position", immediately taking his boyfriend into a tight hug whilst yelling variations of "thank you"sand "I love you"s into his neck, and then proceeding to press kisses all over Phil's face.
Phil loved seeing this part of Dan, he lived for seeing him happy; watching him beam and laugh about things he was passionate about. It was his most favourite thing in the world. Better than lions or dry cereal, no competition.
Over those next two weeks following Phil showing him the tickets, Dan did nothing but research things they could do and see in Japan. It was cute, watching him go on about the Studio Ghibli museum and how it's the perfect time of the year to go as the cherry blossom trees were in bloom. They'd also be accompanied by their good YouTube friends/honorary tour guides Duncan and Mimei, so it was sure to be a pretty awesome trip. The same week they had told their fans about their holiday, being sure to promise a vlog and many Twitter and Instagram updates.
***********
"Phiiiiiil, I'm tired," Dan groans.
It's the day they're set to leave for Japan, and the alarm Phil's set on his phone has just gone off. At five o'clock in the morning. Phil grunts in response, stretching his arms and legs.
"We have to get up, our flight leaves in a few hours." Phil drawls, not exactly enthusiastic about waking up himself. He pulls the covers off of himself and sits at the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes before putting his glasses on. Dan just pulls the blue and green duvet back over himself in an attempt to hide from the light Phil's just turned on.
The drowsy black-haired boy shuffles around the bed over to Dan's side, pulling back the covers once more to peck his boyfriend's lips.
"Argh, your breath smells horrible," Dan complains, dramatically wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
"Okay, I'll be waiting in the shower for you." Phil smirks, patting Dan's thigh on the way out.
This makes Dan perk up a bit. Hell yes.
After taking the shower (which sounds a lot less eventful as expected, seeing as Phil unsurprisingly got shampoo in his eyes and nearly slipped into Dan) and eating breakfast, they set off for London Heathrow at around six to go through the painstakingly long process of dropping off their baggage and going through security before finally arriving to their gate. The two had a little while until boarding began, so they walked to Starbucks and ordered themselves each a Caramal Macchiato because this wouldn't quite be a phanfiction without that cliché.
"Phil, I'm so excited! I can't believe we're actually going to Japan!" Dan gushes. Phil shuts the lid of his Macbook he'd been mindlessly scrolling through Tumblr on. He wishes he could hold his hand or wrap his arm around his shoulders, but that's not exactly an option whilst in public; he instead lovingly looks at Dan, smiling at his happiness. They're now sitting in the uncomfortable airport seats waiting for their flight to begin boarding.
"I know, it's going to be great." He grins. Soon enough, the lady at the desk comes over the intercom and announces that the flight Dan and Phil were taking was about to board. The two got in line to get onto the plane and were soon on their long way to Japan.
About twelve hours later, a very jet lagged and irritable Dan and Phil exited the airport to catch a taxi to their hotel. The first day in Japan was, you guessed it, uneventfully spent sleeping. The second day, they reluctantly made an effort to explore a bit of the city, still jet lagged as fuck.
***********
It's the third night they've been in Tokyo, a little past ten PM.
"Phil, did you know I love you?" Dan giggles as they're walking hand in hand down some busy street. The city really doesn't ever sleep, does it?
"Yes, and I love you too, bear." Phil leans over and whispers into his boyfriend's ear, earning another giggle. They continue walking; at this point, they're not too concerned about being affectionate as they're in a foreign country fairly late at night. Surely there won't be many fans lurking about, if any.
"So remember when I was researching things to do here?" Dan asks after a few moments of silence between the two. Phil nods.
"Come on, I have somewhere to take you." Dan smirks and leads Phil further down the street.
They walk for about ten minutes more until they come across a brightly-lit, medium-sized building in between some shops. "Hotel" and something in Japanese (incomprehensible to simple English speakers like Dan and Phil, of course) are displayed on a sign that sticks out of the side of the building; underneath that another sign that's mostly in Japanese, save for the words "rest" and "stay" with prices in Yen written next to them.
"Dan, what is this? We're already staying somewhere?" Phil asks innocently, looking at Dan in question.
"This," Dan says, leading Phil into the building, "is a love hotel." He winks at a confused Phil.
Upon entering, the two are met with an electronic board full of illuminated pictures of hotel rooms. About half are darkened, the rest lit up. Underneath the board, there's a panel of buttons.
"See, we can choose one of the lit up rooms with the corresponding button," Dan explains, gesturing towards the numbered buttons. Phil looks at the rooms for a moment, some of them themed as kinky scenarios, others just sweet and simple yet still appearing to be nice. They settle on one of the simpler ones, pressing the button with the matching number. They're dispensed a key and the floor of the room is displayed on the screen above the board. They watch as the image of the room they've chosen goes dark and make their way to said room. They find the room with minimal struggle and Dan unlocks the door, gesturing Phil to step in before him. The room is nice; in the middle sits a large, soft bed; on the wall in front of the bed a television set; on the right of the bed is the bathroom, which has countless amenities and a huge bathtub that appears to have lights on the bottom.
Phil is the first to say something.
"Woah."
Dan smiles and takes off the backpack he's been carrying, placing it next to the bedside table. As Phil's still staring into the bedroom, he walks over to the panel of switches on the wall, fiddling with the first one. The room dims. Mood lighting. He adjusts it to where it's fairly dim, but still visibly lit. Phil walks back out of the bathroom, stopping in front of Dan.
"This is really nice." He says softly, wrapping his arms around the brown-eyed boy's waist, burying his face into Dan's neck. He softly presses his lips into Dan's neck, then moves up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. They separate for a moment and gaze at each other intently, only for Dan to push Phil down onto the bed, straddling his hips and kissing him a bit more passionately. He's pinned Phil down by his hands, which are over his head as Dan's pushing his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth. He drops Phil's hands, letting the older boy grip his waist as he glides his tongue across Phil's; the smacking noises of their mouths is the only thing that fills the otherwise silent room. Dan shifts, rolling his hips onto Phil's clothed dick, earning a throaty groan. He continues to roll his hips, moving one hand down to unzip Phil's jeans. Dan pulls back from his boyfriend to completely roll Phil's jeans off of his legs and palm his semi-hard member through his boxers. Dan moves to Phil's throat; peppering it with kisses before sucking a mark into the side of Phil's neck, lightly kissing it afterwards to alleviate the sting.
It's a lovely mess of sloppily making out and desperate moaning as the rest of the two's clothes are peeled off, save for their boxers. Dan's kissing his way down Phil's body, stopping at his waistband. He licks the soft hairs there before completely stripping Phil of said boxers, his erection springing free.
Dan gives him a smug smile before pressing an light kiss to Phil's tip, then moving down his length to drag the tip of his tongue along Phil's balls.
"D-Dan, fuck-" Phil breathes, gripping the duvet.
Dan takes the head of Phil's cock between his lips, swirling his tongue around his slit. Phil whimpers and moves his hands into Dan's hair, grasping it lightly as the dominant boy begins to bobs his head. After doing this a few times to make Phil properly frustrated, Dan pulls back up, kissing Phil's frenulum and moving back up to his face.
"Dan, I need you now,"
"What do you need me to do, babe? What is it that you want?" Dan growls in Phil's ear, making his whole body shudder in pleasure.
"I-I need you to fuck me," Phil whines, grabbing Dan's clothed ass. With that, Dan stands up and goes to the bathroom to retrieve the lube, leaving a flustered Phil on the bed for a moment. After throwing multiple bottles of soap on the floor, Dan returns, lube in hand.
He climbs over Phil, straddling his lap as he opens the bottle and squeezes a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, kissing Phil as he lets it warm up a little. He traces Phil's entrance before slowly inching his index finger in, Phil clenching around it.
"Hey, relax, baby." Dan whispers reassuringly, pushing the rest of his finger in. Phil grips his boyfriend's shoulder as his finger pulls completely out and is thrust back in slowly. The faint sting he'd felt had began to fade into pleasure as Dan sped up with his first finger.
"Add another," Phil whimpers. Dan happily obliges, swiftly adding in another finger, picking up more speed in his thrusts.
Phil abruptly cries out as Dan's fingers brush his prostate. Dan smirks and thrusts his digits into the same spot, curving them this time. Phil moans for another, to which Dan adds his third finger, slamming them in his ass at full speed.
"Aaah, I'm ready-" Phil whines, hands travelling to his arm.
Dan pulls his fingers out of Phil and slides off of the end of the bed. Phil follows suit and scoots forward until he's sitting at the edge of the bed in front of his boyfriend. Dan grabs Phil's side, leaning down to his face and pressing their foreheads together for a moment before pressing an open-mouthed kiss onto Phil's lips. Phil moves his hand down, finally pulling down Dan's boxers, lightly stroking his neglected cock. Dan reaches over to the lube that's been left on the bed, squeezing some onto his dick and aligning himself with Phil's entrance.
He presses the tip in, pausing for a moment as they both inhale sharply.
Phil leans into his boyfriend even closer, hiding his face in Dan's neck, hands splayed across Dan's upper back. Dan pushes all the way in.
"You okay?" He asks Phil, careful not to be too rough just yet. Phil nods into his neck, to which Dan grabs the older man's legs to wrap around his waist, pressing their bodies against each other. Phil crosses his feet as to lock himself in place, and rolls his hips a little, signalling Dan to move. Dan pulls out to his tip, before gently slamming himself back in. He pulls out again, then thrusts back in at another angle, hitting Phil's spot dead on. Phil screams out a string of curses and digs his fingernails into Dan' back, creating scratches down it. Dan continues to thrust into that spot, increasingly rougher each time. Phil's hands move from Dan's slick back into his hair, which has started to return to its natural curly state from the sweat.
"I'm close, babe," Phil whimpers as a warmth begins to spread in his lower abdomen. Dan speeds up in the slightest, bringing Phil over the edge. He screams as he clenches around Dan, come splattering across their chests. Dan does the same a few seconds later, releasing inside of Phil as he weakly thrusts, riding out his orgasm.
After a moment, Dan pulls out, breathing irregular and heavy. He flops down onto the bed, bringing Phil down with him. He pulls the duvet over them and laces his legs into Phil's, tangling them together. Phil brings a hand up to run through Dan's hair, the other placed on the back of the curly-haired boy's neck.
"I love you," Phil sighs after a few minutes.
"I love you too." Dan replies; kissing the tip of Phil's nose, earning a small giggle.
"Hmm. We're all sticky and gross. What do you say we take a bath in the swanky tub?"
"Fuck yes."
