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Dan and phil drinking 7 alcoholic beverages what could
Go wrong besides being heavily de monetized by YouTube, five cocktails deep at this point. They were both starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, heat blooming low in their stomachs, limbs loose, thoughts already sliding toward something far less professional.

“All right, polar bears, we get a bit minty,” Dan spoke in his best accent, pouring the liquor into the shot glass.
Phil watched as Dan took his half, seemingly enjoying it, throat working as he swallowed, a faint flush already creeping up his neck.

“Holy shit, that’s like a dessert,” exclaimed Dan. “It’s just minty chocolate!”

“I can’t have this because of the chocolate. Let me smell it,” Phil said, turning his attention to the camera and grabbing the shot glass from Dan, fingers brushing deliberately.

Dan’s face scrunched in disbelief.
“What?!”

“You know I can’t have chocolate!” Phil reasoned.

Okay, Dan might be a little drunk how could he forget that Phil can’t have chocolate?

“Is there any chocolate in this?!” Dan complained, reaching for the bottle.

“Chocolate gives me migraines. Here’s some lore,” Phil said straight to the camera, then handed the penguin shot to his boyfriend, eyes lingering a second too long.

Dan leaned in so close Phil could feel his breath on his cheek warm brown eyes piercing Phil’s.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Dan growled, the low rough edge slipping out before he remembered the camera. His brown eyes locked on Phil’s, piercing, playful, already a little dangerous
Then he straightened, clasped his hands together like a good host, and aimed his attention back at the audience with forced brightness. “I’m fine.”

Phils face immediately flushed hot red, color pouring into his cheeks.
“Y-yeah!” Phil laughed, the sound a little too breathy.

That was it. Dan had been pushing his buttons this whole time, saying suggestive things, deliberatly pressing his thigh up against Phil’s under the table where the camera couldn’t see. His dick was half hard in his pants, heavy and aching. He felt like someone had just turned the temperature up a hundred degrees.

“I do feel like I’ve had too much already!” Phil said, trying to get himself back into the video mindset and his mind out of the gutter, though the gutter was winning.
All he could think about was Dan with his arms pinning Phil down to the bed, his hips snapping up into him as Dan whispered hotly in his ear, the taste of vodka on his lips as Dan kissed him like he was starving for it deep, wet, desperate. It made his cock throb.

“For the penguins!” Dan shouted.

Phil watched as Dan threw back the alcohol, tilting his head back and taking it all in one go, throat working, a drop catching at the corner of his mouth. His heart hammered in his chest. Fuck, why was he so hot like that? Phil always thought Dan was hot all the time but he’d be lying if he said seeing his lover throw back shots like nothing wasn’t doing something to him alone.

His eyes flickered over Dan’s shirt the buttons strained a little across his chest gym progress that still surprised him sometimes when he caught his reflection. His arms looked fuller, the kind of strength that made manhandling easy when the mood struck. Every time he threw back a shot his head tipped back, throat working, a drop of liquid catching at the corner of his mouth. Phil’s eyes followed it. Dan knew. He licked it away slowly on purpose.

His lips were flushed a sinful shade of red, wet as his tongue darted over them. And—no, he had to be strong. He had to finish filming, then he could wind Dan up and do whatever he wanted with him. Phil’s frustration only grew as they filmed for the Patreon, the ache between his legs a constant, throbbing reminder.
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“Rimming Papa Smurf,” Dan said innocently, blinking his eyes, the word alone sending a dirty spark down Phil’s spine.
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“Fuck, I wanted the glass to have a salty rim,” Dan whined.

Then Phil saw him reach for the salt and pour it onto the plate.

“Oh, you’re gonna make it in a different glass,” Phil said, waiting for Dan’s next move.

Then he brought the glass to his mouth. He stuck his tongue out wide and flat, eyes finding Phil’s and holding them while he licked the rim in one long, deliberate, wet stroke. Slow. Filthy. His flushed lips parted afterward, tongue darting out again just to watch Phil’s reaction.. The little shit knew what he was doing. Phil’s cock twitched hard.
Phil’s eyes widened as he watched his mouth work.

“Not with your tongue, you freak!”
Phil was not letting him win, despite the aching boner trapped in his jeans, pulsing with every slow drag of that tongue.
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“I win again!” Dan said, arm-wrestling with Phil and pushing his hand over with ease, the show of strength making Phil’s stomach flip.
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“This was all role play.”
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“And a salty rim for you all.” Dan clinked his glass to the camera.
“You’ve ruined it for everybody,” Phil whined.
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“Well, shit, I’m a little fucked up now,” Dan said, standing up from his chair, the shift in his posture making the front of his jeans impossible to ignore.
Phil sat with his arms crossed in front of him.
“You play dirty, Howell.”

“Aww, what’s wrong, Philly? Is someone feeling a bit silly?” Dan teased, that low, knowing tone sliding under Phil’s skin.

“You’re the one who’s silly, not me! You know what you’re doing,” Phil complained.

Dan took a step forward, bending down and resting his hands on either side of Phil, caging him in.
“You don’t want a salty rim, Phil?”

His nose pressed to Phil’s, lips just mere inches away all Phil had to do was lean in and it would be game over. The closeness made Phil’s breath catch, cock throbbing.

“Dan!” Phil yelled in annoyance.

Dan stood up straight. He reached for the can of whipped cream off the table, spraying some into his mouth obscenely and licking the nozzle, tongue swirling slow. He swallowed thickly. Okay, someone was in a mood tonight.

“Hmm, what, Phil?”

“You! Now no one else can have the whipped cream!”
His heart was beating a million miles a minute, his cock aching for attention.. anything Dan would give him. To push Dan down to his knees and-

Dan set the can down with a clink, towering over Phil.
“Now, Phil, my mouth has been in many other places and you’re complaining about me tonguing the whipped cream? Hm? Tell me what’s really got you all hot and bothered.”

Dan hooked his finger under Phil’s chin, tilting his head up. He pressed his lips to Phil’s softly and pulled back just a taste, a tease that left Phil chasing the contact.
Phil sighed deeply as Dan pulled away.

“Don’t play dumb, Howell.”

“What’s that, sweetheart?” Dan hummed.

He then picked up the can again, gave it a shake, and pressed it to Phil’s neck, watching as the white cream flowed from the nozzle, cool and sticky against flushed skin.

Phil jumped at the unexpected coolness, yelping,
“Dan! That’s so cold! What are you doing!”

Dan wordlessly grabbed his face, turning his head to the side and licking a long stripe of whipped cream off Phil’s neck slow and thorough. Phil’s words melted into a long, soft moan as Dan licked the cream off his sensitive neck. He bit down on the skin softly not enough to hurt, but enough to let Phil know he was absolutely playing dirty tonight. The sharp little sting went straight to Phil’s cock.

“Fuck—Dan,” Phil breathed heavily, his eyes rolling closed as he let Dan trail little wet kisses up to his ear.

Dan stopped, His breath was hot against Phil’s ear Okay, maybe he could let Dan win just this once.

“I told you this was all foreplay,” he spoke as he stroked Phil’s cheek with his thumb.

“You said role play.” Phil breathed heavily. Entranced by dans hot wet mouth on his neck.

Dan tugged on Phil’s earlobe with his teeth.
“I really meant foreplay… C’mon, Phil, tell me what you want.”

Dan’s lips found Phil’s neck again. He began sucking, running his tongue over the skin that was blooming red, the wet heat of his mouth making Phil’s hips twitch.

“F-fuck, Dan, no.” Phil choked out, mustering up all the courage in the world.

He knew what he wanted, Dan knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t giving in to Dan tonight. He wanted Dan to tell him what he was craving, what he wanted to do to him he wanted to hear it filthy and desperate.

Dan’s lips ghosted over Phil’s skin again, this time with a sharp bite. Dan growled.
“No?”

“You heard me.” Phil spoke, his voice faltering slightly.
His hands grasped the back of Dan’s thighs, pulling him forward, feeling the hard line of Dan’s cock press against him.

“I want to know what you want, what’s been going through your head all afternoon. You’re awfully wound up, hm? Daniel? What do you want to do to me?”

Dan sucked in a breath sharply. Fuck, he loved it when Phil turned it around. But was he really letting Phil win like this?

“Aw, Phil, don’t act like I couldn’t have you on your knees in the next two seconds if I wanted you to,” Dan cooed, voice dripping.

“No, you couldn’t.” Phil spoke confidently.

It was a lie he would do anything for Dan, eager to please him in almost any situation, already aching to drop to his knees.

“Oh, really? Is that a challenge? Is this a Dan vs Phil? ’Cause you’re gonna lose.” Dan snickered, eyes dark.

“If it was, I’d win.” Phil quipped, standing up from the chair, wrapping his arms around Dan’s shoulders and backing him up to their bedroom.

Dan went easily, letting himself be guided, the heat between them almost unbearable.
“Yeah, Phil?” Dan challenged, licking his lips.
His brown eyes darted around every inch of Phil’s face. He couldn’t believe this beautiful man was all his forever.

“Yeah, Dan.” Phil’s voice was deep and commanding, the kind that made Dan’s cock throb.

“Fuck.” Dan breathed, already so hard it ached.

“Fuck what?” Phil said back, still leading him backward until Dan’s knees hit the bed with a thump.

“Fuck me.” Dan growled.

Something about Phil telling him what to do, his confidence, his body language, the alcohol coursing through his veins. He didn’t want to think, he wanted Phil to do it for him. To climb on top of him and ride his face until Dan was breathless.He wanted Phil to sit on his cock and use him however he liked, grinding down until he came so hard he saw stars.

“I plan to.”

It was simple but effective. Their game was coming to a close they had just passed each other on the metaphorical raceway and the black and white checkered flag was in sight. The air between them felt electric.

Phil pushed him back gently, wasting no time crawling on top of him and sitting on his thighs. His fingers found the first button on his shirt, pulling it open. Phil placed a messy kiss to the skin, fumbling with the other one. Almost there.

“Tell me, Dan.”

He could feel Dan’s hard cock pressing into his thigh hot, thick, leaking the laboured breaths as Phil pressed his weight down onto him.

“God, Phil, you’re gonna kill me.” Dan whined.

His eyes were a darker shade of brown, pupils blown, lips licked raw, just two buttons hanging on for dear life as Dan’s black top cascaded off his shoulders, showing his slightly toned chest and the beautiful flush of his skin.

Phil kissed his throat, which earned a guttural moan from Dan, splayed out beneath him. He began kissing down further as his fingers were occupied with the last few buttons. He flattened his tongue as he got closer to Dan’s stomach, a small happy trail leading to his cock leaking precum through his jeans.

Phil grabbed Dan’s belt buckle, pulling it through the loop and sliding it off, kissing just above, breathing in the scent of him.

“Fuck, Phil, please.” Dan groaned.

Then he cracked, Phil came zooming past him, leaving him in his defeat.

“Don’t tease me,” he begged. “Use me. Fuck me till you can’t anymore, please!”

Phil smirked, looking up at Dan.
“Good boy,” he spoke.

Dan whined, high and needy, bucking his hips up. Phil held them down firmly, laughing, the battle for control making both of them harder.

“Easy, Danny boy. Let me get these off.”

Dan’s hands started working the zipper on his jeans, tugging his clothes down impatiently, desperate to feel Phil’s skin.

Phil moaned at the sight of Dan’s cock, big and full, leaking precum, the head flushed and wet.
“Fuck, Dan, you’re so hard for me.”

“Mhm, please, Phil, do whatever you want to me.”
The words came rolling off his tongue unashamedly never with Phil. The submission in them made Phil’s stomach flip.

“Whatever I want?” Phil asked teasingly.
He popped the cap on the bottle of lube next to their bed, squeezing some onto his hand, the slick sound filthy in the quiet room.

“Whatever you want. God, Phil, fucking ruin me. I don’t care. I want you so bad. I need you, please.” Dan babbled, voice wrecked already.

“I’m gonna let you fuck me. How’s that sound, Danny?”

“Yeah, yes, god!” The answer came out broken, needy.

Phil climbed off Dan’s lap and took his shirt off, unbuttoning slowly to tease Dan, who was not having it, cock twitching every second phil dragged this out.

“Fuck, stop being a bitch and take it off. Get your pants off and come ride me.” Dan complained, one hand wrapped around his dick, pumping in slow, even strokes, the wet sound of precum making Phil’s mouth water.

“Bitter bitch,” Phil laughed, pulling his bottoms off, smirking at Dan, too impatient to let Phil ride him, his cock finally springing free.

“Yeah, yeah, get up here and let me fuck you, Phil.” Dan retorted, patting his lap.

“Are you patting your lap like I’m some dog?”

“No, if anything you’re a saucy little mole.”

“Oh god, not again.”

“Quick, go grab the bags of dirt before I go soft.”

“I’m going to go soft at this conversation.”

“Find me, dig!” whispered Dan dramatically.

“Shut up!” Phil laughed as he sat flush against Dan’s thighs, the heat of their skin pressing together.

He wrapped his arms around Dan’s neck while Dan fumbled around for the bottle of lube, slicking up his hand. He wrapped it around Phil’s cock he grabbed Phil’s waist with the other, fingers digging in.

“Jesus, Dan.” Phil moaned, threading his fingers in the curls at the nape of Dan’s neck.

“Does that feel good, love?” Dan stroked Phil’s cock, flicking his thumb over the tip, listening to how Phil’s breath increased with every flick of his wrist, the wet slide of lube and precum making filthy sounds.

Dan leaned in and kissed Phil’s cheek.
“Was this your plan, sweetheart? Did you want to get me all drunk and horny so you could have me just like this?” Dan said softly.
He pushed his hips up into Phil’s ass, grinding so he could feel how hard he was thick, leaking against him.

“Yeah, yes, Dan. Fuck, I love it when you’re like this.” Phil confessed,voice thick.

“Why don’t you show me how much you love it? Ride me, bub.” Dan grabbed Phil’s ass cheek, squeezing for emphasis, fingers digging into soft flesh.

“Fuck, Dan, I need something from you first.”

“Hm? What’s that?” Dan whispered hotly, breath ghosting over Phil’s lips.

“I want to ride your face.”

When Phil said he wanted to ride his face first, something hungry and almost feral flashed across Dan’s expression
Dan could have practically started salivating. His dick felt impossibly hard, the air felt like it had been knocked from his lungs, mind fuzzy with the desire to make Phil a whimpering mess, to feel his body tremble as Dan worked him open with his tongue, hear his name in a broken mess of cries. The thought alone made him throb.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Dan growled.

He slammed his lips to Phils kissing him hard and messy. Phil moaned into the kiss as Dan kept stroking him with his fist, seemingly not stopping and determined to make Phil cum, the pressure perfect, relentless.
“Ahh—ahh, Dan—fuck, babe, stop.” Phil gasped, hips jerking.

“Sit on my face, Phil, right fucking now.” He grunted, voice wrecked with need.
Dan dropped Phil’s cock as Phil scrambled up Dans body, leaning over on his knees, his cock bobbing in Dan’s face, flushed and leaking.

“You’re so fucking hot, Phil. So perfect for me. God, your ass is perfect. I love your cock.”
Dan’s hands found Phil’s ass, grabbing both cheeks, spreading them wide. He trailed his thumb down and pressed it against his hole.

Phil shuddered at the drag of Dan’s fingertips.
“Please, Dan,” he whimpered.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck, okay.” Dan grabbed the bottle of lube, slicking up two fingers and gently hovering over Phil’s hole.
“What do you want?” he asked, looking up at Phil his blonde hair sticking in all directions, blue piercing eyes dark with lust.

“You,” Phil spoke, voice rough.

“Na-ah, not good enough. Tell me what you want, Phil.”
Dan pressed his fingertip to Phil’s hole, applying just the slightest amount of pressure, the promise of it making Phil’s cock twitch and leak.

“Your fingers, your tongue—please, Dan, please give it to me.”

“That’s better.” Dan said as he slowly pushed one finger in, feeling Phil’s body immediately pull him in, the wet heat enveloping his finger, tight and perfect.
He didn’t tease Phil for long, quickly adding a second, scissoring them, the stretch making Phil moan. He just had to get Phil comfortable enough to finish the job with his tongue. And he couldn’t wait.

“Oh fuck, that feels good.” Phil moaned.
His hands were resting on Dan’s shoulders. Dan had one hand on the small of his back and his other fucking Phil, fingers curling deep.

“Yeah? Wait till I get to rim you.” Dan grunted, curling his fingertips inside Phil, brushing that spot that made him shake.

“Oh my god!” Phil gasped as Dan’s fingers brushed his prostate, the jolt of pleasure making his cock jump.

“You ready, Philly?” Dan said as he rubbed Phil’s perineum with his thumb, still working two fingers in and out of him slowly.

“Yes, yes, fuck.”

Dan slipped his fingers out as Phil shuffled up the bed, his thighs on both sides of Dan’s head. He grabbed the headboard and lowered his ass onto Dan’s face. Dan hummed in encouragement, the vibration going straight through Phil. He grabbed Phil’s hips and blew cool air over Phil’s hole, making him clench and shiver.
Phil’s cock twitched in anticipation. He waited for that first swipe of Dan’s tongue so he could fully relax, already aching for it.

“If I need you to get off, I’ll tap twice, okay?”

“Oka—fuck, Dan!” Phil groaned loudly.

Dan didn’t let Phil finish his sentence, flicking his tongue over Phil’s hole, lapping over it a few times for good measure, then swirling it in circles hot, wet, and filthy. The first drag of that tongue made Phil’s entire body light up.

“Mmhpm, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Phil chanted, already rocking down into it.

“That’s it, good boy.” Dan praised, his voice thick as he resumed eating Phil’s ass.
He pushed his face deeper, breathing in heavy, pressing his tongue into Phil’s hole, fucking him with it, the wet sounds obscenely loud.

“Holy shit, Dan, oh my god.” Phil whimpered as he rocked his hips down onto Dan’s face, grinding into that perfect mouth.

“Mmhmm.” Dan moaned as he sucked on Phil’s rim, kissing it gently and licking over it in broad, flat swipes, the vibration and suction making Phil’s thighs shake.

Dan was skilled with his mouth blow jobs, rim jobs, even just kissing. He knew exactly what Phil wanted, knew how to take him apart with just his tongue.

“God—oh, oh—fuck, that feels so ah—aha good, baby. Fuck, Dan, you’re so good at that.” Phil choked out, losing his breath when Dan started fucking him with his tongue again, deep and relentless.
Phil’s cock was spilling onto the pillowcases and down his thighs, precum dripping freely. He could feel the wet, hot spit from Dan’s mouth dripping all over him as well. He didn’t know how much longer he was going to last if Dan kept it up like this the pleasure was building so fast.

“Oh my god! Ah, Dan, Dan, stop, stop—wanna ride you, please.” Phil gasped, his hand threaded in Dan’s soft curls, tugging.

But Dan didn’t stop. He was enjoying this too much. He could feel the way Phil’s hole twitched around his tongue, how easy his body opened up for him, the beautiful sounds spilling from Phil’s lips, his begging and pleas. Dan was entranced by eating Phil’s ass. He wanted to make him cum fuck him again and make him cum all over again. He wanted to hear Phil whining his name, crying out as Dan brought him over the edge again and again. The taste of him, the way he shook it was addictive.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Dan, please, I’m gonna cum—oh my god, oh my god!” Phil was breathing heavily, panting above him, clinging to the headboard for dear life.
Dan reached around, grasping Phil’s cock. With a few strokes he was spilling over into Dan’s fist, whimpering and moaning, the orgasm crashing through him in hot waves, hole clenching around Dan’s tongue.

Dan kept eating Phil out through it until his breathing had returned to somewhat normal and his body had relaxed after his climax, still licking softly, greedily. Dan tapped Phil’s thigh twice, prompting Phil to climb off and sit next to him on the bed. He leaned in, kissing Dan hard, tasting himself on Dan’s tongue.

“Fuck—” he breathed as he pulled away.

“That was incredible. I needed that. Holy shit.”
Phil wiped his hands over his face, brushing his sweaty blonde hair out of the way, still trembling.

“Glad you enjoyed it as much as I did,” Dan said, beaming up at Phil.
Dan had come from eating Phil’s ass alone, cock twitching against his stomach, spent and sticky.

“Dirty boy,” Phil teased, poking his chest, still catching his breath.

“Your dirty boy.” Dan chimed, eyes soft and dark.

“That you are.” Phil said fondly.

“Kiss me?” Dan asked, giving his best puppy eyes.

“Mm, maybe.” Phil pressed his chest to Dan’s and connected their lips, muffled by the kiss, soft and deep.

He and Dan shared lazy, drawn-out kisses in their bed. Phil had pressed his lips to Dan’s he incessantly deepened the kiss, Phil reciprocating happily, letting Dan lead. Dan let his hands wander, brushing his fingers over Phil’s shoulder blades, trailing them down across his arms, feeling every warm inch of skin. Phil returned the favour, doing the same, letting his hands get lost on Dan’s chest. Soft clicking of tongues, soft hums fell from their lips. Phil let his leg intertwine with Dan’s. Dan ran his hand up and down the inside of Phil’s pale thigh, feeling his hard cock already filling again, the touch making Phil moan into his mouth.

“Phil?” Dan questioned, still peppering Phil’s lips with kisses.

“Mmm?” Phil hummed back, hips shifting toward the touch.

Dan ran his hand along Phil’s cock again. Phil moaned against his lips, trying to deepen the kiss when Dan pulled back.

“Phil is that a third leg?”

“Mmm no.” Phil said, reaching for Dan again, already wanting more.

Dan kissed him again.

“Why are you hard again?”

“Why are you complaining?” Phil responded, grinding lightly into Dan’s palm.

“I’m not. I’m just surprised.”

“I think I can get you there too.” Phil said, grasping Dan’s half hard cock, the touch making Dan hiss.

“Ah! Careful, careful.” Dan winced, still sensitive.

“C’mon, Daniel, don’t you want to fuck me?”

“Yes, Phil.” The answer came out wrecked.

“Show me.”

Dan pushed Phil over, climbing on top of him. Reaching for the bottle discarded next to them, he poured it into his hand and brought a shaky fist to his cock.

“Go on.” Phil watched as Dan grabbed his overstimulated cock, pumping slowly.

Dan moaned.
“Mmmhm, ah—aha, f-fuck, it’s sensitive, Phil.”

“You can do it. I know you can.” Phil replied.
“C’mon, Danny, do it for me. Maybe I’ll let you fill me up this time.”

“F-fuck.” Dan gasped as his fist moved faster.
“Keep talking,” he choked out, already hardening fully under Phil’s gaze.

“You’re doing such a good job for me. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” Phil encouraged, voice low and hungry.

“Yeah, Phil?” Dan gasped, hips twitching into his own hand.

“Yeah, baby. Do it for me.”

The moment the pain became overwhelming pleasure, Dan knew he was ready his cock thick and hard again, aching to be inside Phil.
“Mmmm, fuck, grab the bottle. I’m good. I’m good.” Dan moaned.

Phil chipperly grabbed the bottle, coating his fingers and rubbing his hole with an exaggerated moan, the sound deliberately filthy.

“That’s it,” spoke Dan.
“I’m gonna fuck you now.”

Dan grabbed the head of his cock, lining it up with Phil’s hole, pushing forward slightly, sliding into Phil slow, thick, and perfect. The stretch made both of them groan.

Phil threw his head back, eyes flying closed, his cheeks flushing red.
“Shit, Dan, fuck yes,” he groaned.
“It’s good. It’s so good. Just give me a minute.”

Dan, who was trying to catch his breath, kissed his knee.
“Take all the time you need, love.” The words were soft, but his cock was throbbing deep inside.
After a few moments of Dan sitting balls deep in Phil, he spoke.

“Okay, you can move now. Fuck me, Dan.”

Dan pulled his hips back and thrust back in, pulling a long moan from both of them, the drag of it so good it made Phil’s toes curl.

“So good,” Phil moaned.
“Fuck, do that again.”

Dan pulled his hips back and slowly pushed back in, dragging his cock along Phil’s walls, letting him feel every inch of him.
Phil nearly screamed when the ridge of Dan’s cock brushed a bundle of nerves inside him.

“God, oh my god, more—right fucking there, Dan.” He cried out, already so close again.

“Slow, safe, and maybe not so clean,” Dan said as he felt the push and pull of Phil’s body, fucking Phil in long, deep, slow thrusts that had his mind melting, the heat of it almost too much.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again.” Phil whimpered, thrashing on the bed.
Dan had one of his legs bent and the other straightened on the bed as he moved his hips in circles, rocking his cock into him just so Phil could feel him deeper, grinding against that perfect spot.

“You look so good taking it like this, Philly.” He stopped to catch his breath, thrusting slowly again.
“You love it like this, huh? You love feeling my cock stretching you open.”

“Fuck, yes Dan!” Phil whined, the filthy words making him clench hard around him.

“I love you. love that I get to make you cum like this. Twice in one night that’s greedy, Philip.” Dan grunted with a particularly hard thrust, his skin slapping against Phil’s.

“F-fuh-fuck, let me ride you, please.” Phil begged.

Dan kept his pace consistent slow, deep, long thrusts. Phil felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin. It was lighting the fire but putting it out at the same time. He wanted to throw Dan onto his back, sink down onto his cock, and bounce on it till his legs gave out and he was cumming all over Dan’s chest. The need was overwhelming.

“Yeah, babe? You want to ride me?” He thrust his hips faster just to drive Phil crazy the onslaught of punishingly slow thrusts combined with Dan speeding up gradually just to slow it down, driving him mad, keeping him right on the edge.
Phil wanted to use his cock as his own personal fuck toy.

“Go on then. Ride me.” Dan stopped moving, still deep inside Phil, the stillness almost worse than the thrusting.

Phil whimpered.
“You’re driving me crazy.”

“I know,” said Dan.
“What are you gonna do about it?”

Phil pulled himself up off Dan’s cock, pushing Dan over onto his back.
“This,” he said, voice rough with need.

“Ooh, bit aggressive, are we?” Dan teased, scooting up against the pillows as Phil moved towards him, backing him up on the bed, eyes dark with hunger.

“Shut up,” Phil growled.

He grabbed the bottle, dumping a generous amount on Dan’s cock before sliding down onto it, moaning whorishly, the stretch perfect and deep.

“Fuck, baby!” Dan gasped, his voice hoarse, hands flying to Phil’s hips.

Phil immediately started riding Dan’s cock. He slammed his ass up and down, the loud slap of his balls hitting Dan’s thighs with every bounce echoing through the room, the wet sound of lube and skin.
“Mmh, ah-ah, Dan, Dan, Dan!” Phil screamed, already so close, cock bouncing and leaking between them.

“God, yes, Phil, fuck!” Dan cursed as his fingertips dug into Phil’s skin.

His grip on Phil’s hips helped move him down onto his cock with every bounce of Phil’s hips, meeting him with upward thrusts.
Dan thrust up into him, meeting him halfway. Phil nearly screamed when Dan’s cock slammed into his prostate. He lifted his hips off a little it was so good, but it was so overwhelming, the pleasure sharp and electric.

“Sit the fuck back down,” Dan growled and slammed Phil back down onto his cock.
If Phil wasn’t already insanely turned on, he was now, moaning as Dan forced him back down.

“Fuck, Dan, make me.” He grunted breathlessly as he pressed his hips down, rocking in circles, grinding deep.

Dan was panting as he shifted Phil up to get a better angle, practically pinning his arms behind his back and fucking up into him, hard and deep.

“I will. Don’t worry.” He gasped in between thrusts, the force of them making Phil’s cock slap against his stomach.

“I’m so fucking close again,” Phil panted, letting him have control, the pleasure building so fast it burned.

“Me too, Phil. Just a little longer. You’re doing so good.” The praise made Phil clench hard around him.

“Ah-oh-oh, f-fuck, Dan, fuck me just like that—don’t—fuck, don’t stop.”

“God, Phil, you feel amazing.” Dan grunted.
“You gonna cum for me, baby? Cum, Phil. Show me you can do it just from my cock inside you.”

“Fuck, Dan, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!” Phil moaned as Dan fucked him through yet another orgasm, moving him up and down on his cock. Phil left scratches down Dans back as Dan grunted and panted, nearing his own orgasm.

“Fuck, Phil, good boy. That’s it, just like that, just like that. I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna cum deep inside you. How’s that sound?”

“Please, Dan, do it. I want it, please!” Phil whimpered brokenly as Dan fucked his overspent body, the overstimulation almost too much, hole fluttering around him.

“Uh-ahh-oh my god, oh my god, oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck, Phil!” Dan whined as he came deep inside Phil, his thrusts gradually slowing as he came to a stop, breathless and blissed out, filling him hot and deep.

“Phil?” He panted, still twitching inside him.

“Mmm, fuck,” Phil moaned, collapsing against him.

“Fuck,” Dan huffed. “Two times in one day. It’s like we’re teenagers again.”

“My legs are going to be so sore.” Phil whined, still trembling.

“Phil, we’re not that old.” Dan said, lazily rubbing Phil’s back, fingers tracing the marks he’d left.

“You killed me.” Phil panted, laying on Dan’s chest, the sticky heat between them perfect.

Dan threaded his hand through Phil’s blonde hair, scratching his scalp, the gentle touch after all that intensity making Phil melt.
“Mmmmhmm.” Phil sighed happily, completely wrecked and content.

“Philly, you’re all sweaty.”

“Mmhm, so are you, and you smell like alcohol.”

“Hey, I was being nice, scratching your head, rubbing your back.”

“I made you cum twice.” Phil responded. “I win the nice award.”

“Yeah, you did, but so did I.” Dan said, smirking. He pressed his lips to Phil’s head, soft and lingering.

Phil hummed happily. “I guess we both win.”

“I believe we do.” Dan hummed back, resting his cheek on Phil’s head, still buried deep, neither of them in any hurry to move.

“Shower me and feed me?” Phil asked, voice soft.

“Always.” Dan responded.