She pulls him close, her legs wrapping around his waist, ankles digging into his thighs. “More,” she gasps, her nails raking over his back as she tugs at his shirt. “Rick, please.”
He chuckles as he drifts his mouth over her jaw, teeth nipping at her neck, lifts his head just long enough for her to drag the shirt over his head. His hips snap into hers and he grips her ass, lifts her into his arms. “Bedroom?”
Her head jerks back and to the right. “Down the hall, first door.” She sinks her teeth into his earlobe, tugs in retaliation when he stumbles. “If you drop me I will kill you.”
He laughs this time and finds the bedroom easily, drops her to the bed and follows. “Does that count as dropping you?” he teases.
She draws her lip between her teeth, gazes at him with lust in her eyes as her fingers play with the buttons on her shirt. “Mmm, maybe not,” she drawls, reaching for him, surging into him as his mouth finds her breast. She can feel him through their pants, hot and ready, and she lifts her hips, silently begging to be skin-to-skin.
When he finally sinks into her she moans with pleasure, and she really shouldn’t be surprised that they’re so in sync, that they connect so effortlessly, that the chemistry they have in the precinct translates so well to the bedroom.
“Alenko!” Shepard barks from the other side of the room.
“Good luck,” Pendergrass says over her shoulder as she flees the gym. “Remember. There’s no problem a well-placed grenade can’t solve.”
Kaidan sighs.
Aslany nods curtly as he walks past her, tugging on a pair of gloves with her eyes on the punching bag. Beaudoin and Wong have struck up conversation as they towel themselves off and pay Kaidan no attention. Shepard, however, watches his every move. The LC’s laser focus is still something he’s getting used to.
“Need something, sir?” Kaidan asks.
Shepard regards him carefully. They’ve spoken little since their first meeting on Arcturus a few weeks ago. Not that Kaidan expects him to be warm and chummy after that unanticipated introduction, but Shepard has been far more aloof than he anticipated after conversing over pancakes for an hour.
Maybe he’d made a huge mistake.
“You take your amp out when you spar,” Shepard says at last.
Kaidan’s expression turns wary. “Yes. Is that a problem?”
“I don’t know,” Shepard says, draping a towel around his neck and using one edge to mop the sweat off his brow. “You tell me.”
“No. I don’t view it as a problem.”
Shepard nods once, expression shrewd. Too shrewd. “Ok. Dismissed, Lieutenant.”
Shepard turns away from him to grab a water bottle and dig something out of his locker, Kaidan all but forgotten, the issue apparently dealt with. If there’d really been one in the first place.
Dream A Little Dream Of Me: Filthy Character Friday
Note: So...this turned out a little differently than I envisioned it. Which always seems to happen anyway. A little melancholy, with the soft smut, because I write the soft stuff. Hopefully I can give you guys the hot and heavy smut, someday, but for now.
Here you go, I love prompts and always like to here how you guys like it.
Hope you all enjoy!
Lips ghosting over hers, Y/N held onto his neck tighter, “Don’t go.” She pleads.
“I know, I’ll be back. Promise,” Eggsy’s words burning into her soul, a promise of a return that they both knew he couldn’t keep. Zipping up his last bag, “Until I come home,” He breathed against her.
“Dream a little dream of me,” Eggsy whispered, kissing her roughly. All of his love for her pouring into her lips from the kiss. “I love you,” Giving her one last press of his mouth to hers.
“I love you too,” Y/N smiled, despite the hole she felt growing in her heart. Watching Eggsy leave, she curled on the couch with JB tucked in her side. Deciding to turn the telly on until she felt tired enough to go to bed. It was hard to sleep without Eggsy there, missing him terribly when he was on missions. But it was their life now, Y/N accepted it.
She must have fallen asleep, because it was the weight of someone’s lips on hers that woke her. Smiling into the kiss, Y/N stretched, “Thought you’d be gone for two weeks.” She yawned, arms lifting up to hold Eggsy close.
“Cancelled,” Eggsy murmured in the dark.
“Mm,” She hummed, tilting her neck to give him better access to her throat. Feeling him feather kisses along her skin, a tingling sensation left wherever he touched. Scooting down into a lying position on the couch, Y/N pulled Eggsy with her. She tipped her hips up, the press of his erection firm against her groin.
“Someone is excited to be home,” she mused, a grin playing on her lips.
“I’m always excited to see you,” Eggsy assured his wife, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. His hands found their way along her body, not needing to look. Knowing every inch of her skin. Hastily shoving his arm up her shirt, he carefully took her left breast in his grasp. Kissing her deeply, adding tongue, kneading and tugging lightly at her breast.
“Eggsy,” Y/N breathed in between kisses, a finger hooked under the band of her panties. Sliding them off with a skill mastered, Y/N quivered with anticipation.
Cupping her groin with his other hand, Eggsy slowly worked over her clit, adding two fingers inside of her. He enjoyed the noises escaping her lips, soft moans, and pleas for release. His cock growing painfully hard with each sound.
Her body pulsating with her impending orgasm, each pump had waves of electricity shooting through her. Fingers tangling in his thick hair, ruining the way it was styled, Y/N tugged. Reaching up, she took him again, assaulting his mouth with her tongue. Pleasure rolling deep in her stomach, a soft gasp escaped her, back arching. Tossing her head back, Y/N came loudly, panting when he stopped.
Quickly removing his clothes, Eggsy kneeled in between her legs. Gazing at the way her chest rose and fell with each breath Y/N took. Clumsy hands finding his trousers, Eggsy let Y/N finish undressing him. Taking her face in his gold, Eggsy kissed her earnestly, as if they couldn’t be close enough. He nipped and sucked at her bottom lip, tossing his clothes. Eggsy didn’t care where they landed, all he cared about was her. His beautiful wife before him, the woman he’d give the world to.
Settling back down, Y/N guided Eggsy with her, wrapping her legs around his hips. Her breath hitching when he eased into her. Sitting there for a moment, Y/N began to rock her hips, impatient to have Eggsy claiming her with his love, and not for the first time.
“So good, so ready for me,” Eggsy praised quietly, moving to match the pace of Y/N. Gathering her into his arms, Eggsy held her close. Peppering kisses down her jaw, over her throat, licking, and sucking over each nipple as he passed.
Nails racking into the warmth of his back, Y/N closed the space between their faces. Kissing him roughly, and then sweet, and slow. Her breathing ragged, Y/N clutched him tighter, another orgasm rolling through. It thrummed through her body, going limp in his arms, Y/N kissed the side of his neck. Resting her head there, as he finished. She heard his breathing stop and pick up as he stilled and shuddered with his own arousal, filling her with his come.
Their bodies pressed together, the dampness of their sweat acting as a glue. Not caring, they laid down on the sofa, situated in a cuddle. Y/N scooted further back, tightening the arm draped around her waist. The feeling of light kisses to the nape of her neck, Y/N was able to find sleep.
The morning sun shone brightly through the windows, stretching out, Y/N didn’t feel the body that should be behind her. Rubbing the sleep crust from her eyes, she smiled down at JB who was curled into her chest. Looking around, she must have fallen asleep on the couch. Y/N grabbed her phone, and a text from her husband was there.
Eggsy: I’m safe, can’t wait to see you again. I love you.
Smiling, Y/N held the phone close to her heart. It had just been a dream, but he was safe, and she said a silent prayer that he’d return to her in one piece.
Hope you all liked it! Asks, prompts, comments are welcome. Love you all!
Summary: Phil makes it clear that variety in the bedroom doesn’t have to be a bad thing.
Warning: Smut, Angst, Verbal fighting, Possible Dubcon
Word Count: 3,020
A/N: Thanks. I’m so glad that you enjoy my writing. Also, Phil is completely consenting in this fic. It may see a bit dubcon at time, but I can assure you that Dan has his consent.
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The only lights on in the room come from the side table and it’s casting a yellow glow over the space. The only thing on the bed is the pillow propping up Phil’s head and the fitted sheet. The material sticks to his damp skin and drags against his stomach; which he’s laying on.
His wrists are bound together and attached to the headboard. Dan’s moving behind him, his hands caressing his pink ass. He finished spanking him with a paddle and is getting ready to fuck him. Phil knows that he should be paying attention to what Dan’s doing, but he can’t get his head into it tonight.
They’ve been having sex with each other for years and have a very active sex life. Since discovering that each of them have a kinky side, BDSM has become the norm for them. Phil’s grateful that their “play time” is actually pretty mild tonight.
Lately, he’s starting to become disillusioned with BDSM. It’s great fun, but it’s actually becoming monotonous; despite how often Dan tends to mix things up. Phil’s actually been craving some good old fashion vanilla sex, but he’s been unsure how to bring it up with Dan.
Dan grabs a fist full of Phil’s hair and pulls his head back. It’s enough pressure to knock Phil out of his thoughts. He groans.
“You want me to fuck you slut? Want my cock deep inside of your ass?” Dan asks in a low growl. Phil involuntarily whimpers.
“Yes please sir.” spills out of his mouth. Dan smirks and pushes his back down towards the pillow.
Phil moans when he feels two of Dan’s fingers stretching him open. His body is on autopilot and his mind is a thousand miles away. Dan doesn’t even notice. He finishes with stretching and slicks up his cock before sliding in.
He lets out loud, deep moan as Phil’s hole clenches around his intruding cock. Phil moan and whimpers at the stretch. His fingers flex against his binds as he wills his body to relax against the interference. Dan stills for a moment before he starts to move.
He’s not holding back because he wants a fast and hard fuck. From the sounds that are tumbling out of Phil’s mouth, Dan assumes that’s what Phil wants to. His fingers are digging into his hips and he’s occasionally slapping his ass.
Phil’s clenching his ass as tightly as he can and matching Dan’s movements the best he can. It’s a dirty trick he discovered that will force Dan to the edge quicker. He’s bored and over this session so the quicker Dan cums, the sooner they will be done.
“Fuck. You’re so tight. Always so tight for me.” Dan huffs out through clasped teeth.
“Dan! So good. Getting close.” Phil babbles. His orgasm is building up in his stomach. He’s bored, but his body is perfectly reacting to the situation.
Dan leans his chest closer to Phil’s back and reaches around his side to grasp his engorged cock. His fingers wrap around the shaft with the perfect amount of pressure. His thumb slides through his slit with every up stroke. Phil’s hips are careening forward into Dan’s tight fist and backwards onto his thick cock.
“Close sir. Close!” Phil cries out as he finds himself right on the edge.
“Cum for me slut. Show me how good I make you feel.” Dan commands. Phil moans with his head thrown back as his orgasm washes over him. It’s the only part of tonight that he’s actually participated in. It’s hard to think of other things when pleasure is wracking his body.
Dan moans as Phil wriggles on his dick. Three hard thrust later, he’s emptying himself inside him. They’re both panting as Dan rocks himself through his orgasm. He pulls out and flops down on the bed, trying to regulate his breathing.
“Are you going to untie me?” Phil asks as he watches Dan.
“In a minute. I’m waiting for the feeling to return to my limbs.” Dan says.
“Was it that good?” Phil asks with a raised eyebrow. A minute later, Dan sits up to undo him.
“Wasn’t it? I swear you were trying to pull me out through my slit. I haven’t came that hard in a long time.” Dan states. Phil sits up and rubs his wrists. They’re a little red, but the marks won’t even be there in the morning. Dan grabs the lotion on the bedside for Phil’s wrists and backside.
“It was alright.” Phil states as Dan starts to rub lotion on his ass. He shudders as the cold mixture spreads across his warm skin. Dan’s hands come to a stop at Phil’s words.
“What do you mean alright?” Dan asks with confusion on his face and in voice. Phil looks over his shoulder at him.
“It was alright. I like having sex with you, but the scene didn’t do much for me tonight.” Phil explains. Dan sits back on his heels and stares at him with shock.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” Dan asks with irritation. Phil moves to face him.
“It’s always kinky sex with you. Why can’t we have vanilla sex once in a while?” Phil asks. Dan inhales sharply.
“We always have kinky sex. That’s how we do things. I like how things are.” Dan shoots out. Phil sighs.
“Well I need more. Something different, some variety, and some vanilla is not a bad thing.” Phil explains.
“You’re right. There’s nothing wrong with any of that, but that’s not us. We’re kinky motherfuckers and deserve to let our freak flags fly.” Dan states with anger.
“I will agree with that, but I need variety. I want to have sensual, sweet sex with you. Please.” Phil pleads. Dan shakes his head.
“No. We’re kinky and will be kinky until we can’t have sex any longer. I need kinky sex.” Dan says, his voice raising.
“So you’re telling me that you are no longer capable of having regular sex? You’re telling me that it’s kinky or nothing?” Phil asks. He’s fighting back tears.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. Kinky or nothing Phil.” Dan states. Tears start sliding over Phil’s cheeks. Dan’s heart clenches at the sight of his boyfriend crying, but he’s not backing down. He’s not going to compromise on this issue. He needs kinky sex like he needs air.
“Go you bastard.” Phil shouts. His heart feels hurts and feels like it’s breaking. He feels betrayed and like he doesn’t know the man sitting at the end of the bed. Anger flashes over Dan’s face.
“Fine. I’ll go, but you’ll come crawling to me by tomorrow. You’re going to realize that kinky works and I’m right.” Dan shouts and storms out of the room, slamming the door while making his departure. Only once the door shuts does Phil allow himself to break down.
Another slamming door indicates that Dan’s off fuming in his room, but Phil could care less. He curls into a ball and gives into the sobs that are wreaking his body. Eventually, sleep overtakes his exhausted body, but he doesn’t even notice.
A loud thud echoes through Dan’s room. His hand aches from connecting it with his doorframe. Fury rolls through his body as if it’s trying to burn him from the inside out. Cries of frustration spill from his mouth and he’s pretty sure he’s disrupting the neighborhood.
If he was being rational, Dan’s would know that he’s overreacting. Phil’s not asking him to change everything about him, give them a bit of variety. Yet, in his twisted head, it feels like a personal attack on his being.
Nonbreakable, but personal items sail around his room in the midst of his blind rage. With a heaving chest, Dan collapses onto his bed. He’s half surprised that his sheets haven’t caught on fire due to the heat that emanating from him. After hours of staring at the white ceiling, he finally succumbs to the blackness.
Grog and disorientation hit Phil as soon as he opens his eyes. Whining, he extracts himself from the bed. His body aches so much that he’s only capable of moving in a slow shuffle. The silence screams at him from every corner, but he pushes it to the back of his mind.
Phil’s movement is what wakes Dan from his fitful slumber. He might not have went to sleep at all from the way he feels. Exhaustion and embarrassment are warring inside of him, tearing himself in two. Embarrassment is victorious in the end.
Dan steps outside his door and almost barrels into Phil. They’re so startled that they stumble into their doorframes. An awkward silence fills the air between them.
“I’m sorry.” Dan apologizes, finding his voice first. Phil takes an audible, quick inhale.
“Save it.” he bites out before disappearing into his room. A mournful Dan is left standing by himself in the hallway.
He should have known better, Phil’s not one to back down from something that he feels passionate about. Dan wishfully believed that the fight would be over before the day’s end. Almost three weeks later, he fully understanding his naivety. They’ve hardly spoken to each other except for moments of necessity.
Every time he tries to apologize, Phil walks away or says something with a bitter tone. Dan’s at a loss. With each passing minute, their relationship slips further and further from his grasp.
Phil knows that he’s starting to verge into a territory of petty, but there’s a part of him that doesn’t care. Dan had saddened him by immediately shutting down and refusing to listen to his points. The act has caused him to question the future of their relationship.
It alarms him that he might have to walk away from Dan, but he has to think of himself first. If he’s not in a fulfilling relationship, then he needs to find one that will give him what he needs. The thought is terrifying, but it’s his current reality.
Running errands on Valentine’s Day shouldn’t be happening, but Phil finds him out and about. The fake romance and commercial produced love twists the knife deeper into his heart. Everything aches and he’s emotionally drained by the time he returns to the flat. With sluggish movement, he drags himself up the stairs with his sights set on his bed.
Dan’s standing at the top of the steps, shifting anxiously on the balls of his feet. Phil eyes him warily as he finally ends his climb.
“What?” he asks, taken aback by Dan’s presence and stare.
“I have done something for you.” Dan says. Phil raises his eyebrow. “Please follow me.” Dan turns on his heels and moves down the hall towards the lounge.
Phil dumps his bags in his room before continuing down the hall. He stops short inside the door of the lounge. A large flower bouquet sits in the middle of the coffee table amongst other presents. The dinning table is set for an intimate dinner for two complete with candles.
“What is all this?” Phil asks breathlessly. His eyes flick over to Dan as if the answers is written over his body.
“This is part of my apology.” He rubs the back of his neck and looks at the floor. “I knew the next day that I had royally messed up and things have fallen to shreds from there. I’m so very sorry Phil. I completely overreacted and will be paying for it for quite a while. This is the start.”
Phil’s mouth and eyes are wide open. He’s not surprised of Dan’s reaction or over the top apology in general, but he wasn’t expecting today of all days. They don’t usually celebrate Valentine’s Day outside of exchanging chocolate or a small gift. Dan has outdone himself this time.
Dan ushers a slightly stunned Phil to the table. He’s cooked a pasta and garlic bread. He refuses Phil’s help, insisting on taking care of everything himself. Phil sits in silence as warmth starts to melt his chilled heart.
By the end of dinner, Phil’s smiling wider than he has in weeks. The conversation flowed between them and they fall back in step with each other. Phil’s envisioning some cuddling afterwards, but Dan has other plans.
“The night is not over yet.” he reassures Phil as he gently grasps his hand. They wander down the hall to Dan’s room and stop outside of the door.
“Don’t feel pressured by anything in here and you’re completely in control. I’m metaphorically on my knees begging for your forgiveness, but I’ll actually get on the floor if that’s what you want. I don’t want to go without you for this long ever again. I’m listening to you.” Dan says cryptically before opening the door.
Candles are set in strategic places around the room and are the only source of light. Phil figures that Dan snuck off and lit them when he ran to the bathroom right before this. His eyes expand with wonderment. Dan sits on the bed, but keeps his focus on the floor.
“What is all this?” Phil inquires with a soft tone. Dan shuffles against the comforter.
“This is my grand finale in my apology. I thought about it and realized you were right. Variety is the spice of life as they say and I don’t need BDSM to have sex with you. I need you and somewhere along away, I lost sight of that. I’m so sorry Phil. I don’t expect to you to forgive me right now or sleep with me, but the option is there if you want it. You’re in charge.” Dan explains. He only looks at Phil after he’s finished his piece.
Phil’s heart clenches and he starts to cry. Dan looks so small and he realizes that he was crazy to spend so much time away from him. He doesn’t need to look any farther then his own flat to find his perfect companion.
He crosses the room and flings his arounds Dan’s torso. His momentum sends them both sprawling onto the bed. They cling tightly to each other as tears cascade from their eyes.
“I’ve missed you.” Phil whispers and Dan gently kisses the side of his head. Phil props himself up.
“We need to talk about this later, but right now I want to reconnect with you.” he says, sealing his words with a kiss.
Dan’s temporally stunned before he remembers to kiss him back. They’re both fighting the urge to frantically devour each other, but this isn’t about seeing how quick they can reach the finish line. No, this is about rediscovering every inch of each other.
Phil pushes Dan flat and climbs on top. His gentle kisses cover the entirety of his head before making his way down his neck. Before he can nip at his collarbone, Dan pushes him onto his back.
He repeats Phil’s actions, sans their shirts. His exploration continues across his chest and to the band of his pants. His fingers slide down his arms before following his mouth over his torso. Soft, sweet noises escape from Phil’s mouth and Dan’s moaning into creamy skin.
Phil’s hands are touching every inch of Dan that he can reach, not wanting to disconnect from him for even a second. Dan’s eyes flick up to his to ask permission to to take things farther. With a slight nod, he’s left only in his underwear.
Dan strips off his own pants to be at an equal state of undress before climbing between Phil’s parted thighs. He rubs his nose along his bulge as he inhales the scent that is inherently him. A wide smile spreads across his face and he lightly palms the growing erection.
“Please.” Phil begs breathlessly. Dan nods his head while reassuring him that he will take care of him.
Dan strips off the rest of their clothes before grabbing the lube. When he sinks a finger inside, he discovers an extremely tight Phil. With all the discord that’s been happening, he hasn’t been stretching himself. With a smile and a long kiss, Dan begins the slow process of opening him up.
Twenty minutes later, he feels that he’s sufficiently stretched. Phil’s thrashing around at the prolonged teasing and pleasurable feeling emanating from his hole. His cock is leaking against his stomach, causing the precum to pool.
“Are you ready?” Dan asks in a husky tone.
“Yes. Please.” Phil cries as Dan’s fingers tap against his prostate. Dan nods before readying his engorged member.
Slowly but surely, Dan makes his way inside. Phil’s clinging to him as if he will float away if he lets go. Their breaths mingle and their lips smack against each other. Dan pulls back with the same pace before bottoming out again.
Phil moans get louder each time Dan flushes against him. Dan’s alternating between moaning in his ear and peppering his neck with kisses. Phil swears that their hearts are pounding in sync.
“I’ve missed you. Never again. I love you.” Phil babbles out. His orgasm is winding in his stomach.
“I can’t last much longer.” Dan rushes out. He’s standing on the edge of the abyss, but is waiting on Phil.
“Right there. Touch me.” Phil moans. Pleasure is coursing through his body. Dan wraps his hand around Phil’s cock and starts stroking him. Phil keens.
They free fall at the same time. Their cries of ecstasy pierce through the semi darkness of the room and infiltrates the rest of the flat. It’s as if they’ve wiped away weeks of bad memories with a single sweep.
While they come down, they stare into each others’ eyes. Their chests heave in time and they intertwine their hands. Dan gently slips out of Phil and pulls him into his torso.
“I love you.” he whispers into his hair. Phil sleepily smiles at him.
“I love you too.” Phil says before kissing him in an attempt to convey the sincerity his words. Dan smiles at him. They still have to talk, but they’re going to be fine. That he’s sure of.
So how about Benny working a large plug into Sam (he wants his boy open and ready for later) and spanking the base of it? Sam can feel the impact and the plug nudges against his sweet spot, his toes curling already. They're just getting started for the night.
“Phil! Phil! Phil! Phil!” Dan chants as he bounces on the balls of his feet. Phil glances past the end of the couch quickly, then diverts his attention back to his computer screen as if he didn’t see him. Dan sighs with frustration and climbs onto the couch, leaving little room between them. He grabs Phil’s shoulder and starts gently shaking him while still chanting his name.
“What do you want?” Phil asks, trying and failing to look annoyed. Dan smiles widely.
“I want to play a game.” he responds. Phil rolls his eyes and chuckles. After setting down his laptop, he turns his full attention on Dan.
“Alright Jigsaw. What kind of game?” Phil questions. Dan laughs.
“Mario Kart?” he asks, slightly unsure of himself.
“Didn’t we just play that?” Phil questions. They both pause as they rack their brains trying to remember. Dan shrugs.
“I don’t know, but we should anyway.” he reasons. Phil rolls his eyes. He’s not bad at video games, but he’s not as good as Dan when it’s two player and in there lies the problem. The hopeful twinkle in Dan’s eye is the tipping point for him.
“Alright. Let me go change while you set it up.” Phil reasons. Dan lets out a cheer of elation before scurrying off to set everything up.
Phil strips down in his room and gathers his clothes. Pale, baby blue, lace panties glide over his legs and settle comfortably over his crotch. He slides on a pair of trackies and smirks to himself.
Dan’s sitting on the ground with an elated look on his face as Phil walks in. He rolls his eyes and chuckles as he settles next to him.
“You’re going down.” Dan declares as the count down begins for the first race.
The next hour passes in a blur of laughter, smack talk, and bright colors. For a while there, they were pretty evenly matched as they alternated the winner between them. That all changes when Dan wins two in a row and then three. Suddenly, he’s way ahead in winning and Phil’s left in the dust.
“Ah!” Phil cries as his car spins out for the tenth time this race. He’s in dead last and Dan’s crossing the finishing line in first once again.
“Oh I’m sorry. Did I win again?” Dan mocks in a cheeky voice. Phil huffs and glares at Dan out of the corner of his eye.
“It’s not fair. I told you it was too fast.” Phil exclaims. Dan leans over and gets very close to him.
“Oh it’s too fast for little Philly.” Dan mocks in a whiney voice. Phil clenches his jaw and pouts. Dan laughs.
The next race loads onto the screen and Phil’s gripping his controller tightly. These moments are the reasons why he dislikes playing two player with Dan. He wins a few races, gets cocky, starts smack talking, and then Phil wants to run away in defeat.
Luckily, his brain reminds him of his secret weapon. The race isn’t going well for him because he’s so far behind he’s getting lapped, but he doesn’t mind for once. Phil stands up and pulls his pants down, leaving his panties on display.
Dan catches movement out of the corner of his eye. He tries to concentrate on the screen, but his curiosity gets the better of him. What should have been a quick look turns into a lingering stare as he realizes the sight next to him.
The panties hug Phil’s hips and ass as if they are a second skin. His flaccid cock if situated upward and creates a nice size bulge in the front. Dan’s hand twitches at the urge to touch him, but he fights the feeling down.
“What? I-Uh-What?” Dan sputters, his eyes permanently fixated on Phil. Phil smiles to himself and settles back onto the floor. The rug is scratchy against his exposed legs, but he reasons that he can power through the feeling.
“Oh dear. You died.” Phil says, ignoring Dan’s question. Dan looks back at the forgotten tv screen. His cart is being settled back onto the track after, he assumes, falling off the edge.
“I guess I did.” Dan states. His voice is soft and distant, as if he isn’t registering his own words. With the distraction, Phil’s able to cross the line before Dan. It’s not first place, but they’re really trying to just beat each other so the small victory makes Phil happy.
Dan’s eyes are still trained on Phil’s crotch. His t-shirt is still nestled at the top of his panties, putting everything on display. He can feel Dan’s eyes on him and decides to give him a show. The wiggle that he does seems innocent, but it isn’t. Dan watches also in a trance as Phil’s package sways slightly from side to side, caressing the fabric. Phil clamps his lips together to stifle the satisfied noise at the at the back of his throat, but Dan hears in anyway.
The game starts, but Dan can’t concentrate. The allure of Phil in panties is starting to overtake him and his brain is drifting away from the task at hand. Phil easily wins the next round and Dan could care less.
He slides behind Phil, placing his legs outside of his own and his chest against his back. Dan’s arms slide under Phil’s and he holds the controller closer to his stomach. Phil’s skin pricks at the feeling of Dan’s body heat.
“What are you doing?” Phil asks in a low whisper. Dan hums and places a light kiss against the side of his neck.
“Playing the game.” Dan whispers in his ear. Phil hums and tries to focus on the game.
It’s not the easiest task in the world. Dan’s only giving a half hearted attempt because he’s more focused on Phil’s half naked form, which is too tempting to resist. Feather like kisses are being peppered on his neck and dainty fingertips dance across his arms. Phil’s squirming and little noises are slipping out.
“Am I distracting you?” Dan asks before delicately scraping his teeth along the base of his neck. Phil lets out a noise of surprise and pushes his body closer to Dan’s.
“Yes you are.” Phil answers with an airy tone. Dan chuckles.
“Good.” he replies before turning his attention back towards the telly.
The game continues on, but Dan’s touches only increase. His fingers dance across Phil’s slowly swelling cock and he bucks at the sensation. He thrusts his hips forward in search of a firmer touch, but is denied when Dan pulls his hand away.
“Dan please.” Phil whimpers. Dan shakes his head and returns both hands to his controller. Phil huffs in frustration.
Phil’s revenge comes in the form of him rubbing his ass against Dan’s crotch. What had been a slow trickle of blood expanding his cock has now turned into a flood. He grinds himself against Phil’s backside and softly moans. Phil turns his head to smirk at him.
“Do you want me?” Phil asks, their lips centimeters apart. Dan’s eyes flick between Phil’s own and his lips.
“Yes.” Dan whispers before pressing their mouthes together. The controllers fall to the floor as hands grab at skin and tongues explore their mouthes.
Phil falls back onto the floor as Dan straddles him, holding him down. He tugs at his shirt and they’re both topless in the blink of an eye. Dan pulls away suddenly, much to the confusion of Phil. He scampers out of the room, but returns holding lube only a moment later.
With a smirk, Dan drops his pants and settles between Phil’s thighs. His hands move across his skin, touching everything besides his crotch.
“Please Dan.” Phil begs as his hips buck uselessly into the air. The urge to be touched is starting to become overwhelming and is making his head swim. Dan chuckles and continues his torturous act.
“Get on your hands and knees babe.” Dan states. Phil is quick to comply and yet still annoyed that Dan hasn’t touched him.
Dan settles behind Phil, dragging his fingers over his panties. He slowly pulls them down, revealing Phil’s pale ass. One of his hands moves over his taint, balls, and finally gripping his cock in a loose fist. The other hand teases his hole with a lubed up finger before breaking through the ring of muscles.
“Hmm.” Phil hums with contentment as Dan’s finger stretches him. He greedily pushes back, causing Dan to drop his cock.
“Someone’s eager.” Dan says with certainty as he pulls his finger out to add another. Phil lets out a loud moan as Dan’s fingers spread apart. The anticipation and the stretch causes precum to bubble out the tip of his cock and land on the carpet.
The work to open Phil up is quick as they have sex regularly and they’re both anxious to move on to the next stage. Dan lubes up his cock and slowly slides it inside. Twin moans echo throughout the room as Phil’s filled and Dan bottoms out.
“Grab your controller. We’re going to keep playing.” Dan says as he wipes excess lube onto the outside of Phil’s thigh. Phil drops to his forearms, causing his ass to become higher in the air and arch of his back to be more pronounced.
Dan’s controller is in his hands as he begins to move. His thrusts are slightly sloppy and erratic as he doesn’t have his usual control over Phil’s body. Phil’s letting out moans every time Dan’s pelvis makes contact with his buttocks.
“More please.” Phil pleads. The pleasure is good, but it’s not quite enough for him to start the climb towards his orgasm.
Both of them are failing the game. The satisfaction that’s thrumming through their bodies is a huge distraction and both are near the back of the pack. Phil can’t take it any longer and drops his controller onto the ground. He thrusts his hips back as he rides Dan’s cock with one hand on his own.
The bliss around Dan’s dick intensifies as Phil ramps up his efforts. The controller slips from his grasp and he grabs Phil’s hips, thrusting into him hard.
“Ah!” Dan cries as Phil clenches around him. He can feel his muscles beginning to twitch and tense as his orgasm starts to build.
The feeling of Dan inside of him and his own hand around himself is starting to become too much for Phil. He’s chanting Dan’s name and twisting his wrist as he starts to peak. His body shakes and trembles as he orgasms over the floor.
Dan watches through barely cracked eyes as Phil withers on his cock. The tightness around him is pushing him quickly towards his own orgasmic bliss.
“I’m going to come.” Dan repeats like a broken record. His thrusts are short and hard against Phil’s backside.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Dan cries out in crescendo as he spurts his cum inside of Phil. Phil lets out a satisfying moan as his insides are flooded with Dan’s cum.
Dan collapses on top of Phil’s back and his weight causes them both to flop onto the floor. They lay there with only their heavy breathing and the game’s background music filling the silence.
“Get off.” Phil states as he weakly tries to push Dan off his back. Dan’s penis slips out of his hole with a squelch as he rolls off to the side.
“Shower and then a rematch?” Dan asks, his eyes flickering to the abandoned game on the screen. Phil looks at the sticky mess all over his torso and grimaces.
“How about a shower and then cuddles?” he counters. Dan thinks for a moment, then smiles.
“I’ll race you to the bathroom.” he says before launching himself off the floor. Phil giggles and shakes his head before taking off after him.
Here is the masterpost for my Smutty Friday series Interview. It’s a series of Smutty Fridays revolving around Pastel Phil, Businessman Dan, and their relationship since meeting at an interview.
