Maybe you just needed some cash. Maybe you were a looking for Robin again. Or maybe you even got sold here by your shit care taker.
You never thought you'd be spread in the center of a fighting ring like this. Fighting back weakly to fend off your own pleasure while Wren pumps his cock into you while pinning down your arms. The audience cheers wildly, some even fist their cock furiously at the lewd sight.
"Never thought I'd see you here naked of all places, PC" Wren readies up his fist as bets and jeers from the crowd fill the room. "Don't worry your pretty head, I'll be gentle with you."
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Your hazy memories showed you the pub in Harvest Street, your state of dissociation reminding you of only bits and pieces. Landry looking concerned for you. A string of words, a secret password maybe. Fatigued, stressed, and traumatized but you still had to work and pay rent.
"I need the prize money, Wren."
"This isn't like Remy's, Sabre. You can't win here with just your sly little tricks." Wren dodges your punch. He grabs your fist with a vice grip then flips your arm over, his lips ghosting close to your ear. "If I let you win, these bastards will treat you like a show dog for the rest of your days."
As the match went on, you could see how much stronger he was. How his scars and muscles aren't for show. How he could have easily bent you over in that blackjack table if he wasn't so gracious and amused, drunk with your reckless requests.
His muscular arms snake at your neck, pulling, suffocating you. His other hand letting go of your arm to rest on your thigh. "... I'm not so heartless as to leave you empty handed though, for old time's sake." He dips his fingers into your crotch and draws circles on your clit. He fingers your pussy as he nibbles your ear.
"People in this fucked up town aren't here for just a beatdown. They're here for a show." He licks your ear then lets you go. You tumble in your weakened state, gasping for air. Wren pulls on your hair and the crowd goes wild as he gives you a sloppy full-mouthed kiss. He lifts you up then body slams you on the stage, his face on your breasts and his fingers at your crotch. You attempt to fight him off weakly but your breathlessness at being slammed and your pussy getting fingered is mushing up your brain.
"They'll pay you for this, you know. So you might as well enjoy it. You had no trouble making me cum in front of my friends for a lousy towel... think of this as something like that." The crowd starts to unzip their pants as Wren pulls back, only to align his cock at your entrance.
"I'm starting to think you may be an exhibitionist." He smirks at your shameful moan confirming his statement. He laughs "Well, will you look at that. You're already so wet. Wouldn't hurt to help you out now. ". He manhandles you back into standing in the edge of the ring. You hold onto the side post for dear life as your body is exposed to the crowd for all to see. The crowd gasp as Wren wraps his arm from behind you and lifts your leg with the other, his throbbing cock sinking into your pussy in clear view. He starts to thrust into you as the crowd watches with unrestrained lust.
"Yeah!! Show her who's boss!!"
"Holy shit, never thought I'd see THE Sabre like this."
"Goddamn, that's a great view of that rough fucking."
"The Angel dipped her feet a little too much in the Underworld. Just look at that beautiful body!!"
Wet sloppy sounds echo in the ring. Wren grunts as he fucks you then he bites your neck. Some hands try to grope your ankle in hopes of pulling you into the crowd and fucking you themselves. It only made Wren's hold on you tighter. Your breasts bounce and match your moans. His pace becomes faster and faster. One final thrust and he fills you up under the stage's spotlight. His semen overflows and drips down your leg.
As if on cue, the people in the crowd splashes the stage with their cum, spent with enjoying the display. "They'll pay you for this show. I promise you that." You could hear his breathing, ragged with the exertion, so you took a peek. His dirty blonde hair sticks on his forehead, the sweat pooling and dripping down his muscular neck.
He rewards your blissed out expression with a kiss as he slides out his cock. Your mixed juices pool on the stage, riling the crowd up yet again.
"Guess we gotta do a round two." You stare at the chuckling smuggler in disbelief. "... for the money, of course."
A/n: i wrote a decent chunk of this at 3 am half asleep so its probably a self-indulgent typo filled mess
It had started out innocently, if Phil were being honest. At first, he’d just wanted to wear his merch around the house, show it off and have Dan either jokingly scold him for an unnecessary promo, or praise him for the design, never failing to make Phil feel appreciated in all his efforts.
But some way or another, Phil had ended up using his merch to tease his boyfriend, wearing the hoodie with only his boxers, and waltzing around the lounge like that, making sure to let the hem of the hoodie ride up whenever he was lying down, revealing his cute bum in all its glory. Things had finally come to a head when Phil wore panties instead of his usual boxer shorts, pink and lacy, and matching the hoodie a little too well.
He’d been tempting Dan with it for hours now, wiggling his butt in an exaggerated, almost comedic manner, that would’ve made Dan if it weren’t so quintessentially Phil, didn’t make him think of how utterly precious and fuckable his boyfriend really was. Phil would bend over at any given opportunity, providing Dan with the chance to stare as much as he liked, but never giving him enough time to actually do anything about it before he was standing back up again, a cheeky smile on his face just to show how much he knew what he was doing. Eventually, Dan couldn’t take it anymore, and that’s what lead them to where they were now, Phil bent over the couch, face down in the cushions as most of his body was supported by the armrest, and Dan eating him out like he couldn’t get enough of him.
“Dan, fuck, please.”
He begged, picking his head up to turn and look back at him. Dan pulled away for a second, and he was a sight to behold like that, cheeks rosy and damp with sweat, curls askew and messy, a little bit of spit running down his lips and chin. But his eyes were the best part, dark and completely dilated, with so much of their focus on Phil it almost made him nervous when he thought about how all that attention was on him, solely devoted to making him feel good.
“What do you need, angel?”
He asked, and his voice was so low and raspy it made Phil’s stomach flutter and his cock practically pulse, harder than ever.
“More, ‘M just—fuck. Can’t say it, I’m too embarrassed.”
It was no secret to either of them how easily flustered Phil could get in the bedroom. With a quick giggle and shy, darting eyes, Phil thought he could get out of having to explain what he wanted. He thought wrong.
“Come on baby, use your words. You can do it, tell Daddy what you want him to do to you.”
Dan cooed, warm and soft and coaxing in such a gentle, yet commanding way. It made Phil’s blood run hot, and he was opening his mouth to speak before he could even think about it.
“Daddy, I want you to eat me out until I cum, Daddy. Then I want you to make me cum again and again and again.”
Phil was nearly whining at this point, eyes wide and pleading as they made contact with Dan’s.
“Okay baby, I’ll give you what you want. But on my terms alright? I can make you cum as many times as I like. I won’t stop for begging or crying, I’ll only stop for your safeword, is that okay?”
“Yes, Daddy, that’s, fuck—“ Phil stuttered, losing his composure when Dan started tracing circles around his rim with his thumb, the tip tantalizingly close to pressing in dry. “That’s perfect Daddy, I wanna cry, make me cry for you.”
Dan smirked, and Phil’s cock leaked a little precum in excitement when he realized what he’d gotten himself into.
“Oh, you wanna cry, sweetheart? Want Daddy to make you cry?”
Phil chewed on his lower lip as he considered his options, biting in a little harder as he went with the choice of teasing Dan even more. He sat up and turned around completely, shuffling his knees under his body as he muttered “If I’m not sobbing by the third orgasm, I’ll be disappointed, Daddy.”
Dan’s mouth dropped open slightly, and he almost chuckled in surprise, taken aback by Phil finally managing to push past that barrier of hesitance and self-conciousness around dirty talk, if only for a moment. His eyes squeezed shut for a second as he gathered his wits, needing to take his gaze off of Phil to get himself back together. He was too gorgeous like this, wound up and begging to get off, quiff disheveled, and glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.
“Alright love, turn around and let Daddy make you feel good again.”
Dan guided, speaking once he could think again. Phil did just as instructed, flipping over back onto his stomach, and pulling his panties to the side. Dan spread his cheeks and lapped over his hole much slower this time, dragging his tongue in a circular motion around Phil’s rim, but refusing to push inside, wanting to keep Phil on edge and waiting for it.
Phil squirmed and pushed his ass back with a frustrated whine, mumbling “Daddy, come on, you said you were gonna make me cum. Hurry up.”
Dan chuckled softly, giving in then to Phil’s demands. He pushed his tongue in past Phil’s rim, nearly losing it when he felt Phil flutter around him. He was so desperate for it, hands balling up the sofa fabric between his fingers, needy for something to hold onto as that heat in his tummy steadily grew, letting him know his first orgasm of the night was coming up soon.
Dan slid two fingers in beside his tongue, and Phil was done for, cumming instantly with a choked off cry. His body went limp as the pleasure resided, already exhausted, and the night had barely even begun. Dan pulled away for a moment to let him breathe, watching with a self-satisfied grin plastered on his face as Phil tried to get himself back together. He was still shaking a little, panting under his breath, and eyes clenched shut.
After a few minutes Dan pulled his fingers out as well, shuffling up to where he could rest on the back of Phil’s thighs, and muttering in his ear, “You ready for more, angel? Or do you wanna take a break for tonight, try this some other time?”
Phil lifted his head up and giggled, “I’m not that old yet, you can keep going. Don’t need to stop—don’t want to.”
Dan rolled his eyes in response, but did as requested, pressing three fingers in Phil now. Phil gasped, eyes shooting open and body reacting almost instantly. He avoided thrusting them at first, instead scissoring and feeling around to where he could find Phil’s prostate. He found it easily, rubbing the rough, calloused tips against his spot over and over. Phil practically sobbed, pushing himself up on his hands and knees so he could rut back, fuck himself on Dan’s fingers. It felt so fucking good, maybe a little intense, and maybe a little overwhelming—more than Phil was used to—but he was so willing to take it, more than willing, wanting.
And then it was gone. Dan’s fingers were pulling out again and he was left clenching around nothing. Phil’s whole body shuddered at the sudden emptiness, hole twitching uselessly. He was about to turn around and grumble something about how he didn’t want to be teased, but then Dan was pushing him down on his back, sitting on top of him and straddling his chest. His cock was right next to Phil’s face, close enough if he leaned up he could take it in his mouth--and that was exactly what Dan wanted.
“Go on baby, suck me off. Make me feel good, and I’ll let you cum.”
He commanded gently, holding the tip of his cock at Phil’s lips. Phil took him in eagerly, letting Dan push in all the way to the hilt. He felt Dan’s hand in his hair, holding him there as he tried to adjust to breathing through his nose, and somehow that just got him even harder. Thinking about how helpless he was, how Dan could fuck his throat and keep him completely still while he used Phil. The idea turned him on more than it should have.
After a few minutes Dan could tell Phil was getting tired and impatient. He looked utterly wrecked, face flushed and lips damp with spit and precum. He pulled out carefully, giggling when Phil whined and tried to chase after his dick, neck straining.
“Turn around angel, gonna make you cum now.”
Phil nodded, returning to his hands and knees, and closing his eyes as he waited to feel Dan’s cock pressing inside him. Something about not being able to see made the tension stronger, the wait even better, more teasing. Dan’s hands found their way to Phil’s hips, gripping his lovehandles, and fingers digging into the soft skin as he positioned the tip of his dick right against Phil’s hole, deciding to be even more of a cheeky shit and thrusting between his cheeks. Phil groaned, it felt good, but he was so fucking desperate, and it didn’t feel as good as he knew Dan inside him would. Nothing did.
“Daaaddy, stop teasing. ‘M so hard it hurts.”
He complained, lips curled in the pout Dan loved so much, the pout Phil knew could get him anything if he tried hard enough. Dan rolled his eyes, but he got along with it, lining himself up properly and pushing inside Phil. Phil practically keened, rolling his hips back to force Dan deeper. The head of his cock brushed over Phil’s prostate, and he almost came just from that, his body so sensitive and sore all over, but still needing more.
Dan held back at first, moving gently in and out of Phil, and keeping his pace slow. Phil knew he meant it in the sweetest way possible, knew his boyfriend was scared of hurting him when Phil was so rarely overstimmed, but he didn’t have the patience for Dan’s loving precautions today. He pulled off of him, turning around and pushing Dan down to where he was laying on his back, before slamming back down on his cock, moaning when he felt it press all the way in. Dan groaned, hands shooting down to where they could clutch Phil’s ass, groping the soft, supple flesh as he started to bounce on Dan’s dick.
He spread his cheeks, his thumb circling Phil’s rim, and blood running hot when he could feel himself fucking in and out of Phil, slick and fast and so, so good. Phil was moving quick now, hands braced on Dan’s chest for leverage as he pulled himself up all the way to the tip, and forced his hips back down with all the strength he could muster, sobbing out loud when he hit his own spot dead-on. Dan’s hand wrapped around his cock, started stroking him in time with his thrusts, and Phil came for the second time that night, hard and all over his and Dan’s chests. Dan followed soon after, overwhelmed by the feeling of Phil clenching around him, and hitting his own release within seconds.
Phil, for lack of better words, flopped off of Dan’s cock, clumsy and tired, but completely adorable in Dan’s eyes. He was panting hard, chest rising with each inhale, but Dan wasn’t willing to give him a break this time, shuffling down to where he could get between Phil’s legs, and bringing the tip of his softening cock into his mouth.
Phil nearly squirmed off the couch, his thighs clasping around Dan’s head instantly, as if his body was trying to shut Dan out, push away the pleasure he knew he wanted so badly.
“Daddy, ‘s too much. Can’t take it.”
Phil whimpered, his vision starting to blur and tears rolling down his cheeks. Every little touch set his skin on fire, and it was almost too much for Phil to handle. Almost.
Dan popped off for a second to mutter, “Just a little bit more baby, you can take it. Take it for Daddy.” Lapping softly over the tip of Phil’s cock to give him a moment to breathe, before diving back down, sinking deeper with every bob of his head ‘til his nose was pressed against Phil’s pelvis. Phil shivered, but took everything Dan gave him gratefully, without complaint this time.
“Good boy.”
Dan mumbled, mouth still around Phil’s dick, and it was those words combined with a thumb pushing hard against his perineum that sent Phil over the edge for a final time, writhing and twisting on the mattress, unable to hold still as his body was wracked with pleasure. Dan worked him through it the whole time, not letting up until Phil had a hand in his hair and was tugging on his curls, pushing him off.
Dan sat up then, pulling Phil into his lap and cradling him against his chest. Phil was asleep within minutes, exhausted from the events of the evening. Dan chuckled fondly, but let his boyfriend stay like that, happy for him to sleep in his arms as long as he needed. After all, they could always clean up tomorrow.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Now that you have heard all of the evidence and arguments of the council, it becomes my duty to give you instructions considering the law which governs this case and remind you of the most important points essential for your consideration: The defendant has been charged with attempted murder, the crime being committed with extreme malice towards the victim. As of until now, the attacker still hasn't shown any signs of remorse."
The "victim" the judge referred to sat in his wheelchair about as lively as a rock on a flowerbed and more quiet, with a large neck brace around his throat. The doctors claimed he'd recover eventually and spoke again, however I'd rather see he didn't.
On the other hand, I couldn't have cared less who the poor chap accused of my own crime was. I didn't even bother to recall his name.
When I had been summoned for the jury duty, the last thing I expected was to see the man I had put in that wheelchair days before. He deserved it. Or at least I have been trying to convince myself he did. It was a well welcomed coincidence, being here among other jurors. It gave me yet another chance to put my plan into action.
"To determine the facts, you must consider only the evidence I have admitted in this case. This to say: The scene was a public place, so it is on you to decide upon the reliability of the fingerprints and footprints. You are to discuss the defendant's lack of alibi and his relationship to the victim. And lastly, take in your consideration the DNA found at the crime scene with the direct match to defendant. There may be some doubts if it were hair or skin sample, but the fresh blood?"
My lips curled in a small smile. Oh yes, I remember that. It was one of my best ideas yet. It didn't matter whose blood I got as long as it wasn't mine. Just someone else's and bonus points if that someone else lived in the same complex or at least near the victim. It helped a great deal that I had been able to score his moody neighbour.
"You must not be swayed by bias or favour nor you are permitted to be governed by sympathy or public opinion."
The judge's speech bored me immensely, not to mention the entire procedure as a whole. I tuned out pretty fast. The only thing I wanted was to go and convince the rest of the jury of this man's guilt. I spent the rest of my time seated on the bench, trying not to fall asleep while gawking at my victim.
It was never in my intention to mess him up this bad and I surely didn't expect the investigators to pull DNA from what I had planted. After all, this guy was no one. Just some silly comrade, who decided to steal from the wrong person. Deep down I might even felt for him a little if I tried hard enough.
My plan all along had been: poor guy steals from me, I rough him up a tiny bit and he pays up. It was as simple as that. I suppose some steps could have been be added though. Like for example, me ending up among the jury, about thirty feet away from the man.
I tuned back into our wonderful judicial system, when I and my victim locked eyes. He squinted at me hard, as if he was looking for something or remembering something particular.
Shit.
My eyes fell on the floor and I drew a deep breath. I needed to play it cool. I was just paranoid. Just paranoid, but he kept glaring in my direction. There was no doubt. He knew who I was.
The room started heating up. Nobody else seemed to feel the change, but I was sweating. My stomach turned and my throat tightened to the point I could barely breath. The air was too stifling. My shaking hands stayed ice-cold.
"You may now proceed to the jury room for deliberations. Remember, you're decision must be an unanimous one. When you have reached an unanimous verdict, have your jury Foreperson fill out and sign the Jury Verdict form. After that you'll be lead back in here."
I let out a sigh of relief, I couldn't say a second longer in the courtroom with this broken, wide eyed man. These were the words I have been waiting for the entire afternoon. Now came the best part. It was my time to shine!
We entered the room right out of a movie scene; carpeted floors, large wooden table and twelve wooden chairs around it. As everyone took a seat, I seized the opportunity and spoke first.
"Alright, people. It is clear to me that none of us wants to stay here a moment more than needed, so let's just get this over with. I say there is no doubt of the defendant's guilt. It happened on the street, yes, but fingerprints, footprints and blood on the victim's clothing? Not to mention his lack of alibi. Or the quarrel they had only a few days prior to this incident."
Most of the jurors nodded in agreement, but two or three of them appeared to need more convincing.
"Yes, but how do we know the accused really is our guy. I mean, what if he was set up? I'd hate to frame someone innocent." Said the young woman on my right. I managed to forget her name as soon as I hear it.
I leaned back and let them discuss this possibility, the woman's voice still ringing in my head. I'd hate to frame someone innocent. I'd hate to frame someone innocent. Again my thoughts returned to the crippled victim back in the courtroom, his dark eyes staring directly into my soul. He knew it was me who attacked him and then framed his intolerable but innocent neighbour. I'd hate to frame someone innocent. What if they were already coming for me? Confessing my crimes was the only right thing to do. I would never frame someone innocent!
"Sir. Sir? It's your turn. What do you say: guilty or not guilty? We still need your vote to be unanimous."
I paled, but stood my ground. It was the right ting to do. Today was the day.
"That man's beyond a shadow of a doubt guilty. Guilty!" I state loudly.
Summary: Dan’s horny, and Phil just wants to rest. Queue soft, sleepy, just-got-back-home fluffy smut
Word count: 1883
Warnings: dirty talk, praise, rimming, a bit of cum play, actually v v soft and sweet i promise
Phil barely even had a second to announce he was back home before Dan’s arms were wrapping tight around him, not a second spared in getting to hold his boyfriend after such a long time without him. Phil melted into it without a second thought; Dan’s hugs were always so warm and gentle, and he felt so safe, even as they were basically cuddling in the doorway.
“God, I missed you so much.” Dan muttered, threading his fingers through Phil’s hair, and kissing down the side of his face, stopping when he reached his jawline to nibble a little mark. “So fucking much.”
“Hey, not so eager you dork. I just got back and ‘M tired.”
Phil whined, not really minding when Dan continued to move lower and lower down, now attaching his lips to the sensitive skin just above his collarbones. He was utterly exhausted from too much of just about everything that came with traveling—including the horrific motion sickness not even medication could help him fully avoid—but he still couldn’t help himself from letting his knees buckle slightly as Dan held him even tighter, letting Phil rest his weight on Dan’s strength.
Dan’s kisses felt like warmth and safety and home, and god, Phil had missed home so much. He’d missed how nice it felt to have Dan gently nipping at his clavicle as he quickly unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, missed the way his other hand was busy cradling Phil’s waist, fingers clutching in a way that was more protective than possessive, made Phil feel loved.
“Don’t need you to do much,” Dan muttered against a stripe of revealed skin, sinking his teeth in just to hear Phil yelp, and then quickly soothing over it with his tongue. “Just wanna make you feel good, yeah?”
“Fuck, okay. Just don’t be too rough, don’t think I can handle that tonight.”
Phil mumbled, leaning back against the door frame as Dan palmed over his half-hard cock, fingers tracing delicately across the outline through his jeans, faking an innocent hesitance. It reminded Phil of when they were younger, still inexperienced and new to each other’s bodies. Dan had been so eager to touch him, always pushing past whatever nerves he had to satisfy that ever growing need to make Phil feel good, make him just as desperate for Dan as Dan was for him.
“Of course, anything for you, baby.”
Dan cooed, not missing the way Phil squirmed at the pet name, face flushing the bright, rosy pink Dan loved so much. He was so cute when Dan got him flustered, the squeaky, almost nervous giggles and the way he hid his face behind his hands always made something in Dan’s chest flutter, even after all these years.
“Can we like, not do this practically in the hallway too? I don’t want the neighbors to file a complaint.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
Four minutes later and Dan had Phil pinned up against the wall in their apartment, the door not even fully shut behind them as Dan started nearly attacking Phil’s neck, lips reattaching with such fervor Phil thought he might have to go on holiday more often, if only to receive this kind of treatment when he came back. His thighs squeezed around Dan’s waist as Dan quickly unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans and boxers fall to the floor one after another. His hands clutched at Phil’s bare ass, groping without a hint of shyness. He’d long since abandoned being ashamed of fawning over his boyfriend’s all too perfect posterior. Phil loved the attention, and Dan loved giving him the attention—it worked out well for both of them.
“Feels so nice in my hands, babe. You’ve got such a cute ass.”
Dan praised, slipping two fingers between Phil’s cheeks and rubbing over his hole for emphasis. Phil shuddered, taking in a shaky breath before replying.
“I still get all messed up when you call me that.”
“What, babe?”
“Yeah,” Phil hummed, leaning over and resting his head against the crook between Dan’s neck and shoulder. “I like being your baby, makes me feel all small.”
“God, you’re precious. My baby, sweet baby boy.”
Dan muttered, still circling Phil’s rim with his index finger in a way that was more teasing than anything else. Phil kept rutting his hips down in hopes of getting Dan to slip his fingers past into that tight, soft heat, too tired—and horny, at this point—to even care if they went in dry.
Dan knew, of course, that Phil would care a lot the next morning if he finger-fucked him dry, however. He pulled his hand away for a moment to push his fingers in Phil’s mouth, letting him wet them himself. Phil moaned around them teasingly, making sure to maintain eye contact with Dan as he bobbed his head back and forth. It was dramatic and over-exaggerated, and Dan knew Phil meant it to be more of a joke than actually arousing, but that didn’t stop the way his cock throbbed in his jeans when Phil whimpered a little too realistically.
“Like my fingers in your mouth, baby? Bet you’d rather have my cock, wouldn’t you Phil. Always so desperate for my cock.”
Dan said, voice low and raspy and unbearably hot to Phil as he finally pulled his fingers from his lips.
“Fuck, yes Dan. Love your cock, love how it feels inside me.” Phil keened, writhing as best he could while held up against a wall. “Get your fingers in me already, ‘M so tired, don’t wanna be teased.”
“Course, sorry angel. I’ll make you feel good, promise.”
Dan assured, finally returning his slicked-up fingers back to Phil’s hole. The noise Phil made as he pressed them in—two at a time, he was already loose from what Dan could only assume was his own doing, and neither of them had the patience to waste any seconds—was somewhere in between an exhausted whimper and a choked off sob. It felt so good to be filled up, Dan’s warm, thick fingers finding that spot inside him easily, pressing up against it without an inch of mercy.
Phil gasped, hands scrabbling at Dan’s back and toes curling as Dan worked him open, alternating between scissoring his fingers and thrusting quick jabs at Phil’s prostate. Phil’s cock was pulsing at this point, slick with leaking precum, and flushed red at the tip. Dan wanted to touch it, wanted to gather up all the precum and lick it off his fingers, taste the hot, salty flavor. Unfortunately, with one hand holding Phil up, and the other prepping him, there wasn’t much opportunity for just a simple, lazy handjob. He’d have to save the thought for later.
“Dan, fuck, just get inside me already.”
Phil begged, rolling his hips to try and get Dan’s fingers deeper, already yearning for something more, something bigger, thicker. He’d been desperate for longer than he could remember, and he was ready for a quick, gentle fuck after such a long day.
Dan gave in to his pleas, though not without muttering something under his breath about how needy Phil was being. Phil didn’t care, he was always needy for Dan. Who wouldn’t be? Nine years of being together hadn’t softened his attachment, in fact, Phil thought it was getting stronger as more time passed. He just loved being with his boyfriend, in every way possible.
“Alright baby,” Dan murmured, spitting on his hand and jerking himself until his cock was slick and wet with it. It wasn’t the best substitute, but it would work, and they were both far too impatient at this point for anything else. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay? Tell me if anything hurts, I can stop and go get lube.”
Phil managed to gather his mind enough to form a sentence, eyes fluttering open as he whispered “Fuck me, don’t hold back.”
Dan groaned, pressing his lips against Phil’s as he lined himself up with Phil’s rim. It felt nice, felt right, to be kissing as Dan pushed inside him, filling Phil up in just the right way—all in at once, and then pausing to rest, just to let Phil feel Dan’s cock pulsing inside him. Phil loved that sensation, loved the feeling of Dan leaking, throbbing, all as Phil clenched around him. Dan loved it too, loved watching Phil’s eyes widen with every little twitch and jerk of Dan’s dick, loved getting to know that Phil could feel everything inside him.
Phil let out a stifled whine, nuzzling closer against Dan’s neck, and that’s when Dan started moving, wanting to watch his boyfriend fall apart in his arms. Phil did just that, choking out those small, desperate, almost pained whimpers that Dan loved so dearly. His hips pivoted in and out smoothly, the head of his cock pressing into Phil’s prostate with every thrust. Phil’s body rocked with every motion, soothed by the gentle, steady pace of Dan moving in and out. Everything was so soft, so loving, so intimate. Phil could barely hold back the sentimental tears that ended up rolling down his cheeks, sniffling between moans.
“Shh, I’ve got you baby.” Dan whispered, kissing at the sensitive spot just beneath Phil’s ear. “You’re taking it so well, always do. Always make me feel so good.” He nibbled at the lobe, driving one sharp, harder thrust into Phil’s spot as he spoke, just to punctuate his point.
“Shit, Dan,” Phil whined, his whole body starting to tremble as he neared his orgasm. “’M so close, gonna cum, gonna make me cum.”
“Cum for me, baby. Let go, wanna see your pretty face when you cum.”
And with that, Phil hit his high, head tossed back against the wall, and body slack in Dan’s arms. Dan worked him through it, still fucking in and out even as he reached his own release.
He pulled out carefully, noticing the way Phil was clenching to keep his cum inside him. Some had still managed to drip out, dribbling down Phil’s thighs in a more than arousing way. Dan settled Phil down ‘til he was laying back on the floor, pushing his hips up and lapping over Phil’s hole. Phil gasped in surprise, his body immediately untensing and letting the cum spill into Dan’s mouth. He gratefully swallowed it all, wiping the excess from his lips, and kissing over Phil’s rim, not stopping until Phil was giggling and squirming away.
“Too much, too tired for more.”
He muttered, pulling Dan down to his side, and curling up beside him, resting his head on his chest. It was a little uncomfortable there, napping on a cold wooden floor with cum still leaking from his ass, but with Dan’s arm around his back, and the comforting knowledge that he was finally back home, Phil couldn’t care less.
-They’d barely get past their hotel room door before Dan would have Phil pinned up against the wall, one hand holding Phil’s wrists above his head, and the other under his jaw, holding Phil’s head up so his neck would remain exposed, ready for Dan to cover it in marks and kisses.
-It’d be really, really sappy, with Dan murmuring praise and sweet nothings under his breath, not being able to hold back from gasping “I love you,” over and over as kissed Phil senseless.
-By the time they made it to the bed they’d both be thoroughly worked up, suit jackets and pants tossed on the floor haphazardly as the rush to just get to touch each other, make each other feel good, overwhelmed the need to keep the genuinely expensive clothes clean.
-Dan would go down on Phil first, warm and slow and taking his cock in and out like he could go on forever, smiling whenever Phil moaned, and giggling when he let out that squeaky, beyond teased whimper for more.
-Fingering Phil would be easy, even easier than it usually is. The mix of a little bit of wine, and a lot of love keeping his body extra relaxed and open.
-Dan would take his time easing inside Phil, letting him feel every inch as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper. Before Phil could even get a chance to complain about the teasing, however, Dan was fucking him just the way he wanted, rolling his hips soft and sweet, almost lazily as he let the head of his dick brush over Phil’s prostate with every thrust. He’d reduce his newly-wed husband to a mess, kissing over Phil’s flushed, rosy cheeks, and the smile he couldn’t keep off his face.
-They’d cum at the same time, Phil whining into Dan’s mouth and fingers clutching at his curls, the other hand pulling him down with an arm wrapped around his shoulders, pressed chest to chest, skin to skin.
-Dan would stay like that even after their highs both settled, resting his head in the crook of Phil’s neck as his cock softened and pulled out on its own accord. Just a few minutes curled up in each other’s arms was worth having to clean up later, especially when they were both too happy to think of anything else but the other person.
Warnings: double penetration kinda, a little bit of overstim, praise, dirty talk
A/n: this was genuinely supposed to be a drabble which is why it’s written so rushed, idk how it got this long i’m a mess
Phil could tell Dan was nervous, he might have denied it when Phil asked, but it was almost painfully obvious—and both of them knew that. His hands were shaking as he got himself ready, fingers fumbling awkwardly with the condom, and hands nearly dropping the lube on Phil’s duvet. He’d taken ages to get Phil fully prepped, working him open with three fingers for far longer than was really necessary. Not that it wasn’t nice, Phil loved feeling Dan’s fingers inside him, stretching and scissoring and rubbing against his prostate just right.
But he wanted Dan’s cock more—and that was the problem. Dan was afraid to fuck him with his cock. He was big, honestly bigger than any of the other guys Phil had had the chance to fuck during his young Uni years, chasing after any cute boy that even slightly peaked his interest. They’d all been decently hung, but Dan, Dan was massive.
They’d had plenty of times before where Dan fucked him with a dildo, thrusting the toy in and out of Phil as fervently as he would his own dick. It was good, so, so fucking good. But Phil could tell it was wearing on Dan that he never got to share the physical intimacy with Phil that came along with actually fucking him himself. He was a romantic at heart, and there’d been more than one occasion during their skype calls where Dan had mentioned wanting to fuck Phil because it’d make him feel like he was taking care of him. That it was special to him to get to make his boyfriend feel good.
So yeah, Phil might’ve teased Dan all day just to get him worked up enough to lose that one inhibition, the thing holding him back from fully indulging both of their desires and fucking Phil senseless. He’d gotten what he wanted, Dan was pulling him up to straddle his hips now, positioning the tip of his cock against Phil’s hole. He was already leaking precum, slicking Phil up without even trying.
“Are you sure you’re ready, Phil?” Dan muttered, trembling hands finding their way to Phil’s hips, gripping them for leverage. “You can stop at any time if it hurts, I promise, don’t want you to feel pressured to keep going if you can’t—“
Phil shut Dan up with a kiss, pressing his lips against Dan’s like it was the only thing he wanted to do, open-mouthed and needy. He slid down on Dan’s cock at the same time, feeling the head breach his hole and spread him even wider. He gasped into Dan’s mouth; it was big, bigger than he’d expected. Dan was practically throbbing inside him, his dick pulsing hot and hard as Phil’s rim fluttered and clenched, trying to adjust as best as he could.
“Doesn’t hurt,” Phil mumbled, not missing a beat and making sure to reassure his worried boyfriend when his eyes widened anxiously. “’S just a lot. But I like it. Like how big it is.”
The look in Dan’s eyes darkened drastically, all the fear washed away and replaced with what Phil could only determine was want, need. It was like he’d finally given himself permission to let go, fuck Phil the way he wanted to. And god, Phil was so ready to be fucked.
“Do you, baby? Do you like the way it feels, my cock stretching you open better than my fingers ever could?”Dan murmured, the hands on Phil’s lovehandles gripping tighter now, helping Phil start rolling his hips. It was a small back and forth movement, more teasing than anything else for the both of them, but it felt so fucking good. Phil felt like he could feel Dan everywhere inside him, the head of his cock jabbing into Phil’s prostate with every movement. The stimulation was almost too much, teetering between the line of pleasantly overwhelming and more than Phil could bear. Phil knew Dan would keep him there, keep him safe and enjoying himself.
And god, was Phil enjoying himself. He was starting to get really worked up now, building a proper rhythm bouncing up and down on Dan’s cock. His thighs were aching, burning with the exertion as he pulled himself up ‘til only the tip was inside, before slamming back down, whining as he hit his spot dead on. Dan couldn’t get enough of the sight of Phil falling apart on top of him, his back arched and head tossed back, lips parted as he keened loudly.
“So gorgeous, angel.”Hepraised, taking advantage of Phil’s open mouth, reaching up to slip his fingersbetween his lips. “So gorgeous, just for me.”
Phil took his fingers eagerly, bobbing his head as enthusicastically as he would with Dan’s cock. Dan swirled them in his mouth, chuckling under his breath when Phil leaned forward and chased after them as he pulled away.
“You wanna take my fingers too, Phil? Wanna feel me stretch you open even wider?”Dan cooed, sliding his fingers between Phil’s cheeks. He pressed them in beside his cock, not missing the way Phil instantly clenched around him, hands shooting up to cover his mouth and quiet the high, desperate whimpers he couldn’t temper.
“Does it feel good baby?” Dan teased, starting to work his fingers in and out at the same tempo he did his cock, smirking as Phil started to gasp and shudder above him. “So cute, don’t need to hide those pretty noises from me.”
He hooked his fingers in just the right way as his other hand pulled Phil down onto his cock, and Phil immediately let his hands drop, fingers digging into Dan’s thighs as he scrabbled for something to cling onto, and mouth dropped open in a silent sob. He could feel his orgasm building like this, his hole clenching and unclenching sporadically, trying to get rid of the intrusion in a way that just turned Phil on even more. He was riding Dan faster now, the sound of skin slapping every time his hips made contact with Dan’s seeming to get louder with every bounce.
When he came, he came practically screaming, falling forward and muffling his moans in the crook of Dan’s neck. Dan hit his own release soon after, thrusting it out ‘til the last of the aftershocks passed, gently using Phil’s body. Phil squirmed, but didn’t pull away, savoring the little bit of overstim that Dan was so rare to give him, too afraid of hurting him most of the time.
He pulled off of Dan’s cock, and, lazy as it was, they fell asleep like that, Phil silently promising himself he’d take a shower later as he felt Dan’s cum drip down his thighs. For now, that didn’t matter, and he could rest curled up on his boyfriend’s chest, safe and sated.
