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Phil is expecting the knock on the door. Still, he flinches and almost drops his pen when he hears it.
“Come in,” he answers, trying to put himself together as he straightens his back so he sits properly in his desk chair.
The chance that it’s his manager who knocks on the door is small at this time of the day, but never zero.
The door opens slowly, and when Phil sees who it is, he relaxes in his chair.
“Hi you,” he breathes with a smile.
“Hello sir, you’re looking pretty proper today aren’t you?” Dan smiles back as he closes the door.
“You never truly know who’s coming,” Phil adds, and gestures for Dan to lock the door.
The loud click echoes through the room.
“I know one who might be coming soon,” Dan smirks, and Phil chuckles on an exhale.
Okay.
Phil will never be able to wrap his head around how, but somehow they always end up on each other before neither of them have the time to blink.
This time is no exception, and Dan enters Phil's personal space as if he was always meant to be there.
“Hi,” Phil breathes against Dan’s warm, soft lips.
Dan tastes so good. It’s familiar and foreign at the same time, hot and wet, warm and soft. They trade open mouthed kisses, as if they’ve never done anything else before, and the sound of their tongues dancing fills the room. Phil has wrapped his arms around Dan’s slender waist, and he can feel the muscles working through the fabric of the shirt through the palms of his hands. Dan has put his hands on Phil’s hips, and they’re big, bigger than Phil had noticed that first day they met, and firmly holding Phil in place.
“I’ve missed this,” Dan eventually speaks as he starts working his way down Phil’s jaw; a mix of wet, open mouthed kisses, tiny nibbles and short licks. “I haven’t thought about anything else all day.”
Phil’s breath hitches, and he hisses as Dan softly lets his teeth sink into Phil's right earlobe. The breath against his ear is moist and hot, causing shivers down his spine.
“Me neither,” Phil mumbles, eyes closed, leaning into Dan’s wonderful lips.
“No, you don’t understand,” Dan mumbles against his ear, hands making their way up Phil’s shirt, fingertips grazing the soft skin of his heaving stomach. “I had to stop what I was doing mid rehearsal twice today.” The fingers travel further up, fingertips now hastily flicking over Phil’s nipples. “I had to stop and think about boring, ugly things to not get hard,” he continues, pinching his fingers around Phil’s hardening nipples at the last word, causing Phil’s jaw to go slack, and a quiet moan to escape his lips. “I had to force myself to think about moths because I couldn’t stop thinking about your dick.”
Phil exhales, a whine escaping his lips as he tilts his head back, hands starting to work at Dan’s back now, and he’s feeling, scratching, desperately trying to find his way past the fabric, the sweaty t-shirt that Dan has put on after his rehearsal, hiding his wonderful, smooth skin that Phil so desperately wants now.
How anyone can drive Phil this mad this fast is beyond him.
“Take this off,” he pants, and Dan draws back from Phil for a moment to tug off the shirt from behind with one hand. His brown eyes are blown out, pupils big, as he looks at Phil from under his eyelashes. He may be longer than Phil, but he still manages to look up at Phil, through thick eyelashes, eyes big, as if he’s a puppy.
Phil doesn’t know how he does it but he’s weak for it.
Without saying anything else Dan pulls off Phil's sweater in one motion, before letting his hands find Phil’s hips again. Phil interlaces his fingers behind Dan’s neck, buries them in the brown curls, still a little moist from rehearsal, and is just about to lean in for another kiss when Dan threads his thumbs through Phil’s belt loops and uses the grip to push him backwards. Phil stumbles a little, having fabric and tools all over his office floor, but doesn’t fall, thanks to Dan’s firm hands holding his hips. He gets pushed back until his bum hits his desk, and as if it’s a rehearsed dance, Phil wraps his arms around Dan’s neck and allows himself to get lifted up at the desk with the help of big hands under his thighs.
Phil’s work notes and scraps of fabric slide and crumble under his weight, but he’s not falling off, because he's being held in place by Dan. Fuck, how did he end up here? How did he get so lucky, that the hottest client he’s ever had happens to, not only be gay, but also up for this?
Dan moves his hands from under Phil’s thighs, and replaces them at his hips. His hands are so big that his fingers meet at the small of Phil’s back as he drags Phil closer to the edge of the table, and closer to his own body, so Phil’s legs easily can wrap around Dan’s waist. Phil pushes with his heels against Dan’s ass so his hips meet Phil’s, and their bodies are flushed together, hardening cocks pressed against each other.
Their lips meet again, and fuck, he tastes so good. Now when his shirt is off Phil feels the remnants of sweat, tangy and musky, filling his senses and he dives past Dan’s lips towards his neck, to fill his lungs with the evidence that Dan has moved today. He’s been high up in the air, sweaty, breathless, gorgeous, and Phil gets high off the scent, and of the fact that Dan is an athlete, an artist. He’s seen him perform a couple of times during rehearsals (with the excuse that he needed to check the costumes), and he’s barely been able to look at anything else but Dan’s lean body. And now that body’s here, all worked out, sore, strong, and Phil gets to breathe it in, lick it up, let it fill him.
”Fuck, you’re so -” Dan mumbles against his skin, and his grip around Phil’s hips hardens. Phil reacts on pure instinct, like any sane person would do if they had anyone even half as hot as Dan in front of them, and grinds his hips towards Dan’s, who grinds back, sending waves of pleasure through Phil’s body. Phil throws his head back and moans, a proper moan, but jolts back in an upright position the second the sound leaves his mouth.
He’s still at work. They’re still at work. It’s late and everyone else has probably already called it a day, but they’re professionals.
Kinda.
”I love it when you’re loud,” Dan muses against Phil’s neck, seemingly unfazed by the fact that this is not how two coworkers should behave at work. Instead he’s busy nibbling at the skin above Phil’s collarbone, sucking gently, in a way that will probably leave marks. Phil bruises like a peach and Dan knows it.
”Fuck,” Phil breathes, because there’s not much else he can say, and he throws his head back as his body once again is overflown by pleasure.
Right now he’s the embodiment of no thoughts, brain empty.
Dan, still holding Phil’s hips in a tight grip, starts to make his way down Phil’s torso. He stops multiple times and takes his time sucking at Phil’s nipples which draws out a long whine from Phil, and bites at the soft skin above his hips, hard enough to send a jolt of pain coated pleasure straight to Phil’s crotch.
Phil is whimpering, back arched, hands behind him on the table to hold himself up, when Dan kneels before him. He nibbles at Phil’s inner thigh through the dark fabric of his jeans as he unbuttons and unzips them with smooth hands, not once fiddling with any of it despite putting all of his attention on Phil’s thighs. He tugs at the jeans, pulling them between his teeth, and growls. Phil tilts his head back down to look at Dan, because he wants to see.
And oh boy, isn’t that a sight.
Dan, on his knees between Phil’s thighs, pushing down the waistband of Phil’s boxers with long, tanned fingers. Dan, looking in love when he pulls out Phil’s cock, hard and flushed and already wet with precum. Dan, who takes Phil’s dick in his hand, his shoulder showing lean muscles working below smooth skin as he pulls at Phil’s cock a few times, marvelling at the sight, licking his lips. Dan, who looks up at Phil, through dark eyelashes and droopy eyelids, as he sticks out his tongue and licks, from the base all the way to the tip, slowly, as if he’s tasting it, and fucking hums, as if he’s been waiting to get a taste of it.
Dan, who still looks Phil deep in the eyes, pupils blown, eyes dark with desire, as he opens his mouth and lets his mouth engulf Phil’s cock.
Oh.
Phil has gotten many blowjobs in his life. He’s been around, he’s sampled the boy pond, and most importantly: he likes to get his dick sucked more than he likes sucking dick, and he’s not afraid to admit it.
But getting his dick sucked by Dan is something else. He’s never had anyone so dedicated, so enthusiastic, so desperate to suck dick as Dan.
It’s beyond anything he’s ever experienced.
Phil fights the urge to throw his head back in pleasure, and keens, jaw slack, as pleasure fills his body. His thighs are already starting to tense up, but he’s not ready for it all to be over yet, he wants this to go on forever. He’s on a high, having his dick sucked in his office when everyone else has left, by the most attractive man he’s ever laid his eyes on.
It’s a pity he can’t record it. It’d be great goon material for nothing shy of the rest of his life.
Despite Phil’s wishes to have it go on forever, he feels the pulses of pleasure pool at the bottom of his stomach, drawing inwards with every bop of Dan’s head. It’s all so wet, so sloppy, so tight and warm. The sound of wet skin mixes with his ragged breathing, and Phil feels Dan's tongue lapping at his dick with every upstroke, and vibrating with his silent growls at the back of his throat when he swallows all of Phil on his way down.
Phil’s arms are starting to shake, struggling to hold his body up, but Dan’s hands are firm at his hips, pulling him closer to his own mouth, as if he’s fucking himself with Phil’s cock. Phil wants to grab Dan’s hair, show him some gratitude, give him something in return, but his entire body is starting to tense, and he can barely hold himself up, his mind becoming a blur as pleasure makes it's way towards every cell in his body.
”Fuck, Dan, I’m -” Phil pants, not because Dan needs a warning, but because it feels so good, and please don’t stop, and right there, right. fucking. there.
The pleasure goes from being a black hole at the pit of his stomach to a rip through his whole body. He shakes, and somewhere far away he hears himself moan, and it’s everywhere, the pleasure is everywhere. His eyes have rolled into the back of his head, but in front of him Dan is looking up at him with big, glassy eyes through heavy eyelids and he takes it, swallows it and savours every last drop as if it’s his elixir.
As soon as Phil regains some power of his own body, he leans forward, panting, vibrating. He grabs Dan’s chin and tilts his head up to his own lips, and tastes himself on wet lips as he kisses Dan. Phil may be spent, and he’s exhausted, but he’s still so, so horny for the man in front of him.
”Get up,” Phil demands, voice low, and Dan obeys, as if in a haze. As he stands up, Phil eyes his body, his sweaty chest, his tented sweatpants, and marvels at the sight.
Phil manages, with a little bit of struggle, to get up from the table, dick still out, and stands up to palms Dan’s toned stomach in front of him, which is heaving with his ragged breath.
”Gosh, Dan, you’re gorgeous,” Phil breathes as he leans in for another kiss, and he lets his fingers drop down, to the waistband of Dan’s sweatpants, and pushes them down along with the boxers. Dan’s dick springs free, flushed and hard and twitching, and Phil breaks the kiss to take in the sight of it.
”Fuck,” Dan exhales through gritted teeth, and Phil hasn’t done anything yet, but Dan’s body is tensing, and his hands are finding Phil’s hips again, as if to find leverage, to find something to hold on to. And they hold on hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh on Phil’s sides.
Phil takes his right hand, and palms Dan’s dick, to calm it down, and is just about to lean in for another kiss when Dan lets out a stifled moan. His entire body tenses under Phil’s touch, and Phil feels his dick twitch, followed by the familiar warmth from lines of cum coating his hand and Dan’s torso. Dan’s head drops to Phil’s shoulder as he grunts, and pants, and hums through his own orgasm, caused by nothing else but the palm of Phil’s hand.
”Wow,” Phil muses after a moment when Dan’s breathing is starting to return to normal. His forehead still rests on Phil’s shoulder, and he sighs against it.
”I've got cum on my sweatpants.”
Phil can’t help but giggle as he wraps his arms around Dan, who flinches the second his hands touch the small of his back.
”Oi! Don’t want my own cum on my back too.”
”Oh shit, sorry,” Phil mumbles, and draws his hands back to inspect them. ”I forgot it was there.”
Dan raises his forehead and looks at Phil, eyes filled with something close to endearment.
”I just came all over your hand, and you’ve already forgotten?”
”Maybe.”
Dan chuckles and grabs Phil’s hand by the wrist, raises it to his face, and inspects it, the pale fingers, and the pale substance coating them. He then looks up into Phil’s eyes, in that way that once again makes Phil feel taller, because Dan’s eyelids are heavy, and his brown curls are falling down onto his forehead, and his entire demeanor is just -
Then, in an instant, his face changes from that of a puppy, to something mischievous, as he puts Phil’s index finger in his mouth.
”Oi!” Phil yelps, but he can feel the tongue against his finger print, the warmth and tightness and wetness of Dan’s mouth, the small pop as Dan pulls it out and moves on to the middle finger. And his cock twitches, as if it still has more to give.
”Dan -” Phil starts, as he covers his face behind his free, clean hand, not wanting to show Dan the impact this exact moment has on him.
”You like it,” Dan states, as if it’s a fact, a universal truth, with no doubt whatsoever.
And fuck it, maybe it is a universal truth. Sue him.
Dan carefully licks up all the cum on Phil’s hand, before he guides it to his own back, places it there, and wraps his own arms around the small of Phil’s back. He leans in so their lips meet, and it’s calm, it’s soft, it’s warm.
”Thank you,” Dan reverently breathes against Phil’s lips, as if Phil just gave him a precious gift.
”Thank you,” Phil breathes back, feeling grateful all of a sudden. Maybe for having this gorgeous, hot man around that he can fuck every now and then, and who he finds out more and more about every time they do, and it’s exciting. Dan’s like a well written book, and Phil is flicking through the pages, allowing himself to get lost in the story that is Dan.
Or maybe because he once again received one of the best blowjobs of his life and is still riding the high from it. He’s not sure.
They eventually break the kiss, and let go of each other. They use some tissue to clean themselves up a bit before they both get dressed, comfortable silence filling the room.
”See you tomorrow?” Dan eventually asks as he puts his hand on the door handle, eyes travelling over Phil’s body, dimpled smile coating his face.
”I’ll be there,” Phil answers. Dan doesn’t know that he doesn’t need to be there, the performers are having rehearsals all day and their costumes have been finished and ready for days now.
But Phil will be there, because he wants to.
”See you then,” Dan smiles, before he exits the room, hair still ruffled, cheeks still flushed.
Phil exhales once the door closes and leans back at his desk, in the exact spot he got his dick sucked just a couple of minutes ago. This time, he scrolls Tiktok for a few minutes instead before he gathers his stuff, makes sure all of his machines are shut off, and locks the door behind him once he’s out.
Dan and Phil don't leave their workplace together.
At least not yet.