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Phil’s groan of pleasure was an unmistakable noise. Dan probably wasn’t even meant to hear it, realistically, but as he was retreating from a late-night visit to the bathroom the sound leaked through Phil’s slightly ajar door and filled the hallway, and subsequently wound itself into Dan’s brain near instantly. He knew it was wrong to do anything other than continue walking, he could feel that deep in his gut, but he couldn’t help feeling mildly intrigued.
What if Phil was in danger? Or had a medical emergency? He was better just to confirm his suspicions - otherwise, he was a really shit flatmate. That was all it was, a simple health and well-being check.
He slowed his footsteps, just a touch, trying to confirm if he had heard correctly the first time. It could have just been a video Phil was watching, maybe. Perhaps a wild beast of some sort outside.
For a few moments, it was silent in the hallway. Then some slightly ragged breathing. Small whimpers, at a push, some sort of breathy desire. It still could have been a video, at this point more likely porn than anything else but, in Dan’s heart, he knew the noises were coming from Phil himself.
He stopped walking completely, feet glued to the spot as he stared down at them and willed them to move before he made a big mistake. A huge one. One that would impact his friendship with Phil forever.
So maybe he couldn’t physically move away. But he surely could control himself enough to not look through the crack in the door - what if Phil saw him? Perving on him like he was some Peeping Tom hanging out on a tree conveniently placed by a window with binoculars glued to his eyes? His cock battled with his brain for who was going to win this moral battle, his brain forfeiting pretty quickly, much to his own disdain.
Phil’s whimpers reverted to moans again, but they were breathy. If Dan had to guess he was probably getting closer. It wasn’t like he was an expert on the subject - the subject being other guys wanking. He knew what he sounded like, of course, but that was about the extent of it. Maybe other men in porn. Definitely other men in porn, actually. Like in those ones he sometimes loaded up of orgies where he absolutely didn’t focus too hard if two men were getting off together in the background.
He pressed his back against the wall of the hallway, trying not to let his head thunk back against the plaster and alert Phil to his presence. This was - well, objectively, it was fucking weird of him to be doing. He should have minded his business, kept his head down and gone back to his own room, leaving Phil to his devices. He told himself he didn’t even really know why he was here, on a surface level, but as he tried to convince himself that thought was true and innocent, the devil on his shoulder told him otherwise.
Dan had always had a budding curiosity. More specifically, a budding curiosity about Phil. Dan had had suspicions he was queer of some sort for a while now, but had never particularly found the right way to test it out. Then every so often, when he was wanking himself off or deep in a dream, the idea of Phil would come to him.
In his fantasies Phil would do it all. Take his cock in his hand and pull him off. Or invite him to touch him in response, to snog him, kissing up his neck or digging his fingertips in against his hip. Those kinds of thoughts usually stayed locked deep inside of Dan, but his morbid curiosity at the current situation had them bubbling right at the surface.
In the spirit of continuing to invade Phil’s privacy for his own selfish gain, since apparently that was what he was into now, Dan bit his lip and turned his head to the side. If he closed one eye and kind of smooshed his cheek against the wall, he found he could catch a glimpse of Phil.
And boy, could he see him. His head was tilted back on the headboard and exposing his neck, his back propped up on his pillows. He was also, conveniently, stark naked. Legs spread with his feet either side of the laptop that was providing some sort of modesty screen as if he knew Dan was there and he needed to keep some things for his imagination.
Dan briefly wondered what it was that was playing, what his headphones were connected to. What pushed Phil over the edge? Surely it was porn, but what type? What if it was something else entirely? His eyes seemed glued, and Dan could tell from the way his arm was shifting that he was running it over his cock, repetitive up and down motions. Dan’s fingers twitched the same way they did when he watched porn - wanting to join in and knowing he couldn’t.
Phil’s toes started to curl and Dan assumed that meant he must be close, his arm speeding up its movements and his breathing getting faster. How long had he been going, at this point? Had he teased himself to get here, or was this just a run-of-the-mill, ‘I’m about to go to sleep so I’ll toss one off then pass out as soon as I wiped the mess away’ kind of thing?
Dan had no choice but to stay where he was, fearing that if he made too obvious of a movement Phil would catch him and he’d have to explain himself. And what could he possibly say then? I’m having a gay crisis and the sounds of you jerking off intrigued me enough to get a semi and see you through to climax?
There was deep shame blossoming in Dan’s chest, but not enough of it to stop himself from pressing his palm down against his semi, rocking his hips up against it once. He immediately discovered that was far too dangerous of a game, as the instant he felt the pleasure of friction the urge to moan got stuck in his throat. To solve the issue he shoved the back of two of his fingers in his own mouth and bit down, trying to straddle the line between seeking his own pleasure and not getting caught.
Somewhere in that process, Dan had screwed his eyes shut so he opened them again, blinking to shift Phil into focus once more and seeing him arch his back into the pleasure of touching himself. He was focussed on the screen still, and Dan tried to catch the reflection in his glasses but it was much too small to discern from his distance.
Phil threw his head back in another stifled moan, clearly trying to be quiet and not wake Dan, not knowing he was standing right in the hallway. Dan felt like telling him to let loose, wanting to hear him at his full potential, but instead bit harder on his tongue and squeezed the outline of his half-hard cock through the fabric in a desperate effort not to start genuinely tugging one off.
Dan watched as Phil seemed to get closer, his chest rising and falling faster and faster, his arm far more tense and moving rapidly where Dan couldn’t see. Despite how close Phil was, Dan wasn’t nearly there in the same way, though he was starting to feel more self-conscious about the fact that this whole voyeur thing was turning him on more. He squeezed his cock one last time before forcibly shifting his hand to press against the wall, determining he’d just watch Phil come - like that was normal - before heading back to his room for a respectful, solitary wank.
Phil’s moans got needier and Dan watched as he stared at the ceiling, his breath catching in his throat as Phil let out a groan and finally reached his climax. His toes curled as Dan saw his come splatter on his bare torso, body writhing out of sight and clearly happy enough to stroke himself through it, almost to the point of which Dan would consider overstimulation.
As if Dan was the one who’d just come he seemed to get some post-nut clarity and tore himself away from the wall, heading back to his bedroom quick-smart as he felt a combination of ashamed, guilty, and massively turned on. He shouldn’t have done that, he knew deep down it was an invasion of Phil’s privacy but that didn’t stop him from getting a hand around his own cock and starting to stroke it the minute he got back in his bed, coming embarrassingly quick as the noise Phil made when he came played over and over again in his mind.
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“Morning Dan!” Phil chirped, spooning another mouthful of cereal into his gob as Dan entered the kitchen. He seemed in a good mood, and Dan knew all too well exactly why that was and steadfastly avoided eye contact with him.
“Morning,” Dan mumbled back, wandering further into the room and training his eyes on the cupboard he was heading for. Maybe he could just get his cereal and head back to his bed, that way he could work out how to be normal around Phil again before the next time he had to face him.
“You alright?” Phil asked nonchalantly, and Dan risked a glance over at him only to realise he was safely scrolling his phone and barely paying him any attention.
“Yeah,” Dan replied somewhat unconvincingly, going about making his bowl of cereal.
“Doing anything much today?”
Dan risked another glance over at him, eyes running over the slight exposure of his chest where his old t-shirt dipped slightly lower than the ones he would normally wear out. He remembered how his come splattered against it only hours earlier and looked away, coughing awkwardly and rubbing the side of his head.
“Ehm, I don’t feel amazing. Might have a bed day,” Dan decided, knowing that would give him a good excuse to exit the room, stat.
“Oh, that’s no good,” Phil replied with such genuine empathy Dan felt even worse. “Do you need me to get you some medicine?”
Phil’s eyes were definitely on him now, Dan could feel them burning against his skin but he couldn’t bring himself to meet them, instead looking down at his bowl of grains and trying not to imagine his big blue eyes looking all concerned at him like they most likely were.
Objectively, Dan decided, he was an awful person. First, he watched Phil get off like some sort of sexual deviant, and now he was lying to him about being sick and making him feel concerned. He felt embarrassed, in some ways, and he didn’t like how that stirred low in his gut and conflicted with how turned-on he’d felt last night. Or more over, how the shame and embarrassment seemed to cause some sort of byproduct of arousal.
He decided the subject was best left untouched for now as he couldn’t come up with a resolution, so instead cleared his throat and gathered up his bowl. Maybe he could google why he’s suddenly getting semis when he’s feeling embarrassed. Surely there would be a Quora post about it.
“It’s okay. Thank you though. I’ll just try to sleep it off,” Dan responded, trying to give Phil a smile but he could feel it didn’t reach his eyes. He avoided looking at him as he scuttled back out and to his bedroom, resolving to try and find some way to move past this whole thing. He knew the first step, above all else, was never allowing himself to indulge in watching Phil get off again, that was for sure. The rest? It could be ironed out.
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Dan definitely wasn’t in the hallway again. He hadn’t heard noises, from his bedroom no less, and he definitely hadn’t got up under the guise of ‘just checking’ to make sure the house was in order. He knew he needed to stop kidding himself that what he was doing had any other intention, but lying to himself seemed to make it easier to stomach.
Phil’s door was cracked even further open this time, a good few centimetres available for any passers-by viewing pleasure but Dan kept his head down as he scooted past and towards their shared bathroom. He could do this. He could go into the bathroom, reset, find his centre and align his chakras, all of that, then head back out into the hall and straight back to his bedroom.
Once was an accident, sure, but twice? Twice would cement his status as a voyeur. A voyeur of his unsuspecting flatmate, no less. Dan couldn’t handle that, he didn’t think, unless the only time he saw Phil from now on was in the dead of the night through a crack in his door.
He locked eyes with himself in the reflection of the mirror and ran his fingers through his hair, resolving himself to what he needed to do. Get out, wander back, close and lock his door and then maybe saw his feet off so he didn’t go wandering back.
Good. It was decided then.
So, as he was wandering back, it didn’t really make sense how all of a sudden his feet stopped in the exact same place as the night before, considering all the sound and logical decision-making he’d done in the bathroom. The only difference was his eyes were tracked up at the ceiling instead of through the gap, holding on to some semblance of self-control.
Phil’s noises were more paced this time, his breathing steadier and more controlled than the desperate little hitches he’d made the night before, which didn’t help Dan’s intrigue. He wanted to know why. Had he just caught him earlier? Or was something else going on? What could this change possibly mean and why had he committed Phil’s breathing pattern when he wanked to memory so quickly?
It took all of five seconds for Dan to give in to his baser instincts and turn his head to the side again, squint his eyes just right, and focus to see Phil through the crack, adjusting to the warm lamp glow and seeking out his form.
It took a moment because he was inched further down the bed, only his upper back resting against the pillows this time and his head against the headboard. Dan could hardly spare a thought for why he was shuffled further down before it was being answered for him as his eyes tracked further down his body.
The laptop was nowhere near censoring anything this time, and right in front of him in full, high definition view was Phil with his legs spread, controlling the steady pace of a dildo in and out of his hole. His free hand was lazily stroking his cock, nimble fingers running over the length of it as his other hand held the flared base and moved it back and forth.
Dan’s jaw felt like it was properly on the floor. He had no idea Phil was into this sort of thing, nor that he even had a sex toy, let alone a dildo. He felt his own cock filling out the front of his joggers at a rapid pace as he kept his eyes running over Phil’s cock and where the dildo was disappearing inside of him.
The only thing that seemed slightly off was the way his eyes were tracked to the ceiling. He didn’t have his laptop out either, which did seem weird given he had the night before, but Dan was hardly able to piece those thoughts together with the way all his blood was running south, barely noticing as Phil let out a loud sigh but absolutely standing to shocked attention when he spoke.
“Are you going to stay there and watch, or are you going to come in here and fuck me?” Phil asked in an almost bored tone, his head lolling to the side to look directly at Dan in the doorway.
Dan’s blood ran cold. He’d been caught. Caught watching Phil fuck himself and he had no idea how to respond. What would someone who was normal respond in this situation? Was there even a way to deflect? Or should he own up? Was that worse?
“I was - ehm, I was just coming back from the bathr-,”
“No you weren’t,” Phil interrupted, levelling Dan with his gaze.
Dan stalled, wondering if maybe he should just go and start packing a bag to run away, possibly board a flight to somewhere that wasn’t anywhere near London and start a new life. Surely that made the most sense.
“I was,” he instead protested lightly, because technically it was true. He’d been in the bathroom.
“What’s your-” Phil began, cutting himself off with a small moan as he adjusted his position, Dan assuming the dildo must have hit somewhere right. He was still pleasuring himself. Phil was looking right at him as he kept stroking his cock. Phil was looking at him while he was stroking his cock. Nevermind whatever the fuck was happening with the dildo - Dan couldn’t bring himself to check. “- your excuse for last night then?”
Dan’s cheeks felt like they were on fire, and he hated how his cock was just getting harder about being caught watching but as surreal as this scene was, it didn’t seem like Phil was actually all that offended by it. Maybe he was dreaming. He absently pinched his inner arm and unfortunately felt it, so perhaps he really was awake. He couldn’t find the words to answer though, so instead stared dumbly until Phil laughed at him.
“It’s okay Dan. I’ve seen you wank before,” Phil shrugged, causing Dan to blush an even deeper red.
“That’s… weird,” Dan answered, only receiving more breathy laughter in response.
“Hypocrite. You’re the one standing in my doorway watching me get off right now,” Phil added, then furrowed his brow and squirmed just slightly. Dan noticed he’d sped his hand up just a bit with the thrusts, so he calculated maybe Phil was just as into this whole kind of thing as Dan was finding out he was.
“Fucking hell, Dan, please can you get in here? I want you inside me, hurry up,” Phil demanded, but just like earlier, Dan felt stuck in place. He still felt guilty, shifting foot to foot as his brain struggled to catch up with the situation and how it was taking a turn down a road he never thought it would.
Phil sensed his strife, his hands slowing a bit as he made eye contact once more.
“Dan, I thought it was hot you were watching, okay? I’m fine with it. Please, I just want to have you. You’re interested, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been watching?”
Dan hesitated some more before taking a few steps to register his agreement in being interested, clearing his throat and trying to look anywhere other than between Phil’s legs as he joined him in the light of the room. He couldn’t think if this was a good idea or not but he wanted it so badly he couldn’t stop himself from making his way to the foot of the bed. He tried to keep his eyes trained respectfully on Phil’s face, parting his lips as if he was going to say something but not finding the words.
“That’s it. Up on the bed, yeah?” Phil prompted again, his tone kind like it normally was.
There wasn’t really a sexy way to knee walk, but Dan tried his best until he was within reach of Phil who grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him closer between his legs, almost causing Dan to fall flat against him until he got his hands under himself at the last minute to prop his torso up. He was near flush against Phil now, able to feel the press of his cock against his t-shirt-covered lower belly where it lay sandwiched between them which created some sort of illicit heat he hadn’t really experienced before.
“Oh fuck,” Dan whispered, Phil, giggling quietly as he ran his hands up Dan’s arms.
“This okay? You want this?” Phil asked a bit quieter, his hands getting up the back of Dan’s biceps before stroking down his sides and feeling out the shape of his waist.
Dan looked between Phil’s eyes for a few long seconds before clearing his throat and nodding, knowing that deep down he really did want this. He liked Phil. Watching him hadn’t just been something that he’d do if it was anyone else. He wanted to watch Phil get himself off because he was attracted to him. He realised that this way he got to watch Phil come, but if he was really lucky, he would also get to make him come.
“Yeah, I do,” Dan finally answered, shuddering as Phil’s hands got under his shirt.
“Good. I do too,” Phil agreed. “Want your shirt off,”
Dan shifted his weight back just a smidge so he could pull his t-shirt over his head, leaning back over Phil’s body as he had before as the boy's hands started to run over his torso. Dan watched as Phil flicked his fingertips on his own tongue before getting back to his body, going straight for his nipple and giving it a pinch.
The sensation caused Dan to drop his head, pressing his forehead to Phil’s and letting out a small shudder of a breath.
“You like that?” Phil whispered, shifting his hips up and Dan felt the velvety drag of Phil’s cock against his own stomach. His breathing stuttered, feeling so incredibly turned on purely by the concept of someone else’s dick pressed against him. Phil’s dick, no less. He’d been with girls before, sure, and it was lots of fun but this was something that gripped him deep in his stomach in a way he’d not felt with anyone else.
“Yeah,” Dan whispered, a small moan getting stuck in his throat when Phil pinched his nipple a bit harder and gave it a tug.
“Yeah. Thought you might. Your nipples get hard when you’re turned on,” Phil whispered back to him, Dan’s blush returning tenfold as if it ever really went away. Phil’s hand that wasn’t working up his nipple slid down the side of his bare body now, leaving goosebumps in its wake before it landed nearer the waistband of his joggers.
“How do you know that?” Dan whispered back, feeling like if he spoke at a normal volume this might all turn to dust and just be a part of his somehow incredibly vivid imagination.
“Can see. When we’re watching something and you think someone’s hot. Like a sex scene in a movie. You get all squirmy, so I know that’s when you’re looking at the man and not the woman, and then your nipples get hard through your shirt. It’s cute,” Phil explained, dipping his fingertip into the elasticated waistband and running it around the front of Dan’s stomach teasingly.
“Can I push these down? Hardly fair, I’m completely naked for you, is all,” Phil added, pulling them out to snap back against his skin with a dull thump.
“Ehm, yeah,” Dan replied, looking down between them and seeing Phil’s cock still pressed between their bodies, taking a moment to really digest the scenario and swallowing thickly. He watched as Phil arched up slightly, taking his hand off of his nipple to get them both on his waistband, pulling them down just enough for his own cock to spring out and hang heavily between his legs.
“Looks even better up close,” Phil whispered, and when Dan was able to drag his eyes up Phil’s body again he found he was looking at him. He realised how close their faces were then, Phil’s breath lightly hitting his own lips which somehow had him more nervous than the fact their cocks were mere centimetres apart.
“Can I stroke your cock for you, Dan?” Phil asked him, making burning eye contact that Dan felt he was very brave for not completely melting under.
“Please?” Dan confirmed, another sharp breath being punched out of him as he felt Phil’s fingers wrap one by one around the girth of him and give him a squeeze at the base.
“Gonna feel so good inside of me,” Phil mused, tilting his head up to meet Dan’s so their lips brushed slightly before relaxing back down, not pushing it. “You’re gonna fuck me, right? I stretched up for you, so you can just slide right in,”
Dan purposefully took a deep breath because he was starting to feel lightheaded, licking his lips as Phil’s hand started to stroke up and down his length with a steady pace that had him far too close already if Phil really wanted him to fuck him.
“You’ve thought about it, right? I see how you look at me sometimes, you think you’re subtle but you’re not. It’s okay though. I like the idea. Last night, when I knew you were watching, I was thinking about what it would be like if you got over yourself and came inside if you started stroking me instead. Know you’d be so good at fingering me too,” Phil explained, thumb running over Dan’s tip and causing him to make his first moan.
“That’s it. Feels good, right? I know what I’m doing. Played with cocks before. Pretended they were yours, of course, but still,” Phil shrugged, angling Dan’s cock down closer to his hole, where the flared base laid untouched for the time being. “Can you tell me you want it? What you think about?” Phil asked of him, swiping over the tip again before bringing his hand up to his mouth and sucking on his thumb to get a taste.
“Oh god,” Dan muttered as he watched Phil taste him, desperate to lean in and kiss him but he didn’t know what the rules were for this whole thing. It was giving a certain ‘anything goes’ kind of vibe, but Dan couldn’t be one-hundred percent sure.
He racked his brain for what he thought about Phil, since thinking right now didn’t seem to be a strong point of his, but for once in his life he just decided to let his mouth run with no filter whatsoever.
“I think about snogging you. Think about how you’d - how you’d moan for me if I teased you, think about how I’d touch your cock through your pyjama bottoms when I see you’re not wearing any underwear,” Dan breathed, slightly hesitant until he saw Phil moan encouragingly and felt his hands bring his hips down closer so their cocks slotted alongside one another between their stomachs.
“Keep going. Grind down,” Phil instructed, spreading his legs further and hooking his ankles behind Dan’s back. Dan felt his heel press against his arse to encourage it so he pressed against him, moaning at the feeling of their cocks dragging somewhat roughly against one another since there was barely any lube left from when Phil was stroking himself.
“Fuck. I think about how I could bend you over the counter in the kitchen. How you’re probably so desperate for it, how you - how you fuck yourself like this, so if I were to do it in the morning your hole would probably still be wet for me. How I could push down on your lower back and at least get a finger in, no hassle,” Dan insisted, starting up a rhythm of rolling his hips and shifting to prop himself on his elbows instead of his hands so he could get a better grind.
“I’d let you,” Phil responded, nipping Dan’s bottom lip before throwing his head back. “Bite my neck. More,” Phil demanded, his hands gripping firmer at Dan’s sides before running his nails lightly up his back which gave Dan full-body shivers.
“Phil,” Dan moaned, leaning in to bite his neck as instructed and licking over it soon after, loving the reaction of Phil arching his body and crying out. He did it again just to earn the same, kissing along it afterwards and feeling it was safer than snogging him on the lips.
“Your mouth on my cock. How you’d look sucking it. Maybe - maybe on your knees, between my legs, while I’m on the couch,” Dan offered, his imagination just running wild and coming to the forefront with idle fantasies he’d only had in the absolute dead of the night and felt incredibly guilty about afterwards.
“Oh, are you gonna be in charge then?” Phil asked with an airy laugh, grinding up against Dan to create more pressure, clearly not too worried about the roughness of the slide between them. “Cute. Yeah. You gonna get inside me now or what?”
Dan whined just slightly in the back of his throat, scrambling a bit to get his hands back up so he could push himself to be a bit more seated, eventually kneeling and looking somewhat wildly around for the lube until Phil was presenting it to him and spreading his legs further.
“Gotta take my dildo out first,” Phil instructed, Dan watching as Phil ran his eyes over him. He got a sudden wave of self-consciousness, realising he was sitting mostly naked aside from how his joggers were awkwardly hanging around his thighs and how his cock was hard and throbbing out the top of them.
Phil must have sensed the hesitation because he seemed to melt a bit, cocking his head to the side.
“You look fucking hot, don’t worry. Your dick looks amazing. Wanna see what it can do, yeah?” Phil encouraged, which was enough to have Dan reach for the base of the toy.
He got an idea halfway through pulling it out of Phil and pushing it back in, eyeing him curiously as he fucked it with him a few times and started to grin as he watched Phil realise what he was doing. He swirled the base a few times to search for his prostate, thrusting it shallowly until Phil was arching and angling his hips down into it, throwing his head back once more.
“Fucking tease. Didn’t know you had it in you,” Phil noted with a half moan, spreading his legs wider and pulling his knees up toward his chest. “This just because you’re not going to last?” he added, Dan tracking the movement of his hands up the backs of his thighs.
“No,” Dan replied somewhat petulantly, but he supposed it didn’t hurt to get Phil a bit closer because he probably would be a bit quicker than he’d normally like to think he’d last. He’d only done anal with one girl before, but it was so incredibly tight he’d found it hard to last so he could imagine this would be much the same. Plus, it was Phil. That definitely wouldn’t help his stamina.
“Yes,” Phil countered, moaning quite freely until he started to squirm and swat at Dan’s hands. “Hurry up, stop stalling. Get your dick wet and get in me,”
Dan couldn’t agree more that that was a great idea, so he obeyed and pulled the toy out of him finally, feeling a fresh wave of arousal run through him as he saw Phil’s hole clench around nothing because he knew it would be doing that around his cock soon. He hurriedly started to coat his cock in lube, not being particularly finicky with it and blushing when he glanced up and saw Phil watching him with a half smile on his face.
“You look so good,” Phil complimented, his hand running down his body to stroke his cock a few times. “Gonna fill me up so nice. Huge cock,” Phil added, Dan blushing further and trying to cover it by swiping his fingers at Phil’s hole to get the excess lube on there. He decided it was better to be safe than sorry so dripped some more against it straight from the bottle, feeling somewhat smug at the gasp he let out in response to the cold liquid.
Dan shifted his weight again and lined himself up, moving until his knees were right and looking down between them to line up his tip with Phil’s hole, resting down on one elbow again and kind of pressing a bit of his weight through his hip on Phil just while he got himself sorted. He took a deep breath before pitching his hips forward, meeting some resistance at first before he managed to press through the threshold and slide partially inside of Phil.
He was incredibly tight, and when Dan looked up Phil was looking at him with a somewhat more dazed expression, mouth hanging ajar.
“All the way,” Phil insisted, and Dan didn’t need much more encouragement to sink deeper until he was bottomed out inside of him. The tight, wet heat of him was amazing and almost all-consuming, bringing back the dizzy feeling from earlier as he equalised his weight on top of him and shifted to get both elbows on the bed on either side of his body.
“Fuck yeah. Fuck me, Dan, please?” Phil breathed out, keening and moaning when Dan started to roll his hips.
He started shallow at first, only moving a few centimetres so they could both get used to it and so he didn’t come in like, three seconds flat. He slowly worked his way up into a regular rhythm, focusing on holding himself off so Phil could get his pleasure.
When his muscles started to ache he pitched up again, taking a bit of control and getting his hands on the back of Phil’s thighs, coaxing them up against his chest like he had before and maneuvering until his calves were over his shoulders, bending him in half and groaning at how it felt like he could sink in so much deeper.
“God, just like that Dan, please,” Phil whined at the slight change in position, so Dan put his all into it and started to fuck him harder, getting a lot more desperate noises out of Phil so he was sure that this position allowed him to hit his prostate more steadily. He was starting to get a little sweaty on his brow but it was definitely worth it to see the way Phil was falling apart beneath him, all the bratty attitude from earlier fading away as he was fucked into relaxing and just enjoying it.
Dan was glad to see he had that effect on Phil, and even though he was getting caught up in it he was determined to make him come before he did himself. He focused his energy on fucking him as hard as he could manage, getting some gravity behind his hips and punching a moan out of him every time he went deep inside of him, and just as he was starting to waver with his pace and intensity he watched as his next thrust positively fucked the come out of Phil’s cock and all up his chest.
Phil cried out loudly, his body going taught and his hole clenching down even tighter on Dan, to the point where he found it harder to thrust so he switched up to trying to get as deep as possible, only needing to roll his hips once or twice more before he was coming deep inside of him, feeling like his orgasm was being pulled from him as Phil somehow clenched even tighter.
Once he stopped seeing stars he blinked a few times, Phil coming into focus beneath him and what he’d done came flooding into his consciousness so quickly it felt like it hit him with a brick. Dan fish-mouthed for a few seconds, opening and shutting his lips to try and find words but before he could consider it any further Phil’s hands were in his hair and he was being tugged down into an emphatic snog.
Dan melted into it after only a few seconds, moaning into Phil’s mouth for a different reason as his cock started to soften inside of him. He shifted before pulling himself out, still kissing him so he felt Phil’s whine against his lips at the loss and he couldn’t help but smile a bit smugly which made their kiss go askew.
He used the opportunity to pull back completely, coaxing Phil’s legs down from their bent position before moving to flop next to him, laying on his back and closing his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. After a few long moments of silence only broken by the sound of heavy breathing, Dan felt Phil’s hand scrabble around on his chest before he pinched his nipple.
“Pervert,” Phil chastised, clearly still dazed but having to keep up with his appearances.
“So are you,” Dan argued back, fluttering his eyes open and turning his head to look at Phil, only to find his hand coming towards his mouth. He parted his lips on instinct, making a face when he realised Phil had come on his fingers but melting when he saw how it made Phil laugh so much that his tongue poked out the side of his mouth.
“We should do this again sometime,” Phil insisted once he’d calmed down, tilting his head to match Dan’s so they were looking squarely at one another, heads resting on the pillows with not too much distance between them.
“Think I can manage that,” Dan agreed, rolling onto his side and shooting his hand out to cup the back of Phil’s neck, pulling him in for a slightly more assertive kiss to seal the deal.