#but i really cant take digital notes on my laptop anymore

[philismysenpai]

Soft and Safe Chapter Seven: Earned It

“I’m feeling greedy”.

Dan raised his eyebrow and looked over at his lover. They were both sat on the couch with nothing eventful happening. Where did that come from?

“What?”

Dan noted the little smirk that played on Phil’s lips as he repeated himself, an octave lower.

“I’m feeling greedy. I want my kitten.”

Dan felt as if he was in a trance as he watched the man lift the laptop he was browsing on and gently place it in his abandoned seat. His mind starting reeling as he watched the raven haired gent drop to his knees and crawl in between his legs, blue eyes glued to his and filled with desire and intent.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“My baby boy didn’t judge me when he found out I was greedy. Maybe he won’t mind it right now.”

Phil tugged Dan’s sweatpants and boxers down in one fluid motion, gawking at Dan’s flaccid length as if it were his first time playing with him.

“Ph-Phiiil. Jesus, it’s been so long.”

“I know. I need you.”

It was so alluring to hear Phil purr for him. Rose tint dusted over Dan’s cheeks as he watched the other man kiss his member in an almost loving fashion. His breath hitched as he was mouthed from his shaft to his tip, Phil sighing contentedly the entire time.

The Northerner lazily lapped at his lover for what felt like eons. It wasn’t until Dan had reached full hardness that Phil pulled away from him, cheeks flushed and his pupils blown.

“Can you be my good kitten? Can you let Daddy use you up until he doesn’t want to anymore?”

Dan bit his bottom lip and tried his best not to answer too eagerly. Phil’s tone was salacious and indulgent. Something that would sound cheesy in a porno but sounded like heaven as it fell from his lips. Dan felt like a fool, melting over his thick accent and his light kisses, but he also knew that he couldn’t resist it. He wanted Phil SO badly that he’d take literally anything that the man wanted to give him. However, it had been a while since Dan and Phil had played together and Dan wanted to show his disapproval of being made to wait so long. The younger lad tilted Phil’s chin so that he couldn’t kiss him and pulled his face closer, eyes piercing and his grin cocky.

“With how long you made me wait? What makes you think that I’d let you?”

Phil sat back in slight shock, almost as if his confidence had been shaken. Dan immediately regretted the display of arrogance and mentally cursed himself as he watched Phil stand up. Dan lost all bravado, completely prepared to beg for forgiveness just so he could be touched again. He could tell it was too late, though. Phil’s face fell, and Dan found himself looking at a colder version of his partner. He was still beautiful, but Dan felt an unbearable disconnect with the man in front of him and all he wanted was to feel the passion that was there just moments ago.

“I’m sor-“

“Stay there and put your arms behind your back.” Phil instructed flatly.

“Phil-“

“Arms. Now.”

Dan looked at his lap with shame and silently obeyed. Agony seized his body as he listened to Phil walk into his own bedroom and close the door. He wanted to grovel at Phil’s feet and apologize for stepping out of line. His pride seemed cheap in comparison to Phil’s attention. The boy was so fucking desperate for contact that he felt like he could scream, but his heart sang when he heard the door open again. The gentle footsteps tapping against the hardwood floor sounded so light in tandem to the thumping in Dan’s ears. He honestly wasn’t breathing because of the anticipation.

“Now…Let’s try this again. Can you be my good kitten?” Phil questioned, sounding aloof. Disinterested.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Don’t call me that. You haven’t earned it.” Phil spat, making Dan cringe. Dan had never lost that privilege or any of them for that matter. How could his gentleman sound so callous?

“You haven’t earned a Daddy, but I’ll let you. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please.”

“Good boy. Now then, understand that you’re trying to earn affection…and until you do, I don’t give a shit about how you feel or what you want.”

Dan gasped in fear as his shirt was yanked forward and cold metal met his wrists. Just like that, Dan was handcuffed with no access to his arms.

“What’s the safe word?”

“Bonsai.” Dan answered.

“Good. Now, I won’t be mad at you if you need to use the safe word. Remember that, at the end of all of this, it’s your choice.”

Dan looked at Phil and saw his face soften. He looked like his regular angelic self again, and Dan felt his reservations dissipate. He wanted to be the best for Phil. He wanted to earn his Daddy back.

“Thank you.”

Phil gave Dan a quick kiss on his forehead before resuming his punishment. The transition was effortless and Dan found himself looking into cold, dead eyes all over again. The fact that this man had the ability to look at him as if he was almost repulsive destroyed Dan inside, but made him sickeningly aroused.

“Now then, do you want to be my kitten again?”

“Yes, please.”

“Well then, my kitten is going to learn obedience today.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Phil chuckled at Dan’s docile response. His fiery companion looked timid, chocolate orbs fixated on him and questioning. It was moments like this that Phil could barely remember that Dan was a mature and independent man. Right now, he just looked like Phil’s toy. Something for him to wind up and play with.

“Spread your legs, bitch. You’re going to give me what I want as soon as I say I want it. Don’t talk. Filthy animals don’t talk. Unless you’re giving me the safe word, I’m not interested in a fucking thing you’ve got to say.”

The response was instantaneous. Dan spread his legs and lifted them until his heels were planted deep into the couch cushions. Phil drank him in, eyeing his growing need and his entrance that looked to be inviting him inside.

“Who told you to lift your legs? I just said spread them. Are you trying to get me to play with that dirty little hole you’ve got? Hmm?”

Dan began rutting into the air, embarrassed and aroused. Phil seemed so disinterested in what he was doing to Dan, and the idea of being ignored was making him ridiculously horny. Phil rolled his eyes in response to Dan’s actions and shoved the heel of his hand onto Dan’s swollen head, pinning his member against his stomach and giving an extremely unsatisfying amount of contact. He relished the pitiful groans that Dan let out and made a point to smear the blurts of precum messily against his mushroom tip.

Phil kept at this for a few minutes and then removed his hand entirely. Dan’s breath was ragged, and he was shaking as if he already had an orgasm building.

“Little kitten, do you want to be played with? Is that why you’re fucking the air?”

Dan nodded furiously and canted his hips. If Phil was looking to make him desperate, he was doing a great job. The lad was already struggling to make coherent thoughts, and every rude sentence that was spoken in his direction crashed over him like waves of heat and electricity. Phil was fucking with Dan’s head. The blatant disregard for his physical satisfaction or maintaining the boy’s ego made Dan feel unimportant and needy. It was torture, but it made him feel so good that it was hard for him to not beg for more.

Phil pulled a bottle of lube out of his pocket and took his time lathering three of his fingers within Dan’s line of sight. Whines filled the room as Dan adjusted his position, trying to lift his legs more without access to his hands. The act made the elder chuckle slightly before he wrapped his clean hand around Dan’s throat, choking him roughly and slamming his head against the back of the couch. Dan struggled against Phil’s hand and felt himself smile as he gasped for air. He was rewarded with a tighter grip and a pointer finger pressing against his entrance. More than anything, Dan wanted Phil to be inside of him. The lad rocked his hips, trying everything he could to have the digit slip in.

Phil grunted and removed both hands from Dan, sneering at the submissive mess he was turning into. It really didn’t take much, and the boy looked as if he was already fucked out. Puffy, raw lips from him biting himself. Pupils wide and a full body blush. His eyes were glassy from the air restriction and if Phil didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought that Dan had been drooling on himself.

“I don’t want to listen to you whine. Be quiet or I won’t play with you at all. I’ll leave you like this.”

Dan shook his head and pressed his lips together. He didn’t want to be bad. He wanted to be a good boy and get his Daddy to make him feel good.

Phil reapplied the lube to his fingers and squirted a generous amount between Dan’s cheeks as the younger shivered at the touch. It took all that he had to not cry out as Phil started to rub at the tip of his cock, teasing more pre out of it and playing with the sticky liquid. He felt his leg muscles tighten and swallowed hard. The touches felt so good, but Dan couldn’t get enough friction to feel satisfied. As always, he found himself needing more.

“You know, that looks yummy. I think I want you to give me more of that.”

Dan didn’t get the chance to ask what Phil meant before he felt two fingers plunge deep into him, twisting inside and working together to find his sweet spot as quickly as possible. Dan threw his head back and let out a throaty moan, clenching around Phil as he attempted to process the sudden onslaught to his prostate. He could feel himself leaking again, but he had no way to relieve the pressure. He was completely at Phil’s mercy.

“There it is. All mine to lick up.” Phil continued pumping into Dan roughly and proceeded to stick his tongue into his slit, moaning loudly as he licked the pre out of him little by little. Dan had never been edged, but it felt like torturous bliss. He wanted Phil to fuck him harder. He wanted Phil to get out. He wanted to feel less exposed. He wanted his hole destroyed. All of these desires manifested themselves into Dan leaking endlessly as he squirted all over Phil’s lips. Wet, sloppy kisses and gentle sucking were switched out for broad licks and deep swallows. Two fingers turned into three as the movements became less about Dan’s prostate and more about stretching his tight walls. Phil was quite literally playing with Dan’s ability to orgasm and all he could do was watch as Phil rubbed his pre all over his lips, fingers, stubble and tongue.

Admittedly, Phil had gotten lost in the act and wasn’t checking in on Dan the way he should’ve been. He wasn’t even sure of whether or not this was even a punishment anymore. Halfway through everything, Phil’s base instincts took over and he just wanted to taste Dan. Everything about him was sweet and warm and delicious and Phil just wanted to be flooded by him.

“How does it feel, kitten?”

“I can’t take it. I feel so violated. Fuck me, please!” Dan gritted out, body glistening with sweat from exertion. Phil smiled and slowly removed his fingers, holding back a moan of his own as he stared at Dan’s puffy, abused entrance. The boy was still squirming and fighting against the handcuffs, but even the slightest touch from Phil made him moan and writhe.

“Do you think you’ve earned it? Who even said I’d let you have my cock?”

Phil looked at the panic fall over Dan’s face and felt true desire dance through his body. The idea that he could ruin Dan’s entire night by denying him made Phil’s length twitch with interest. The gent smiled and waited to see what Dan would do.

Dan looked at Phil with wide eyes and his jaw dropped. He…he wouldn’t leave him like this, would he?

“I…I need you.”

“I told you at the very beginning. I don’t care.”

Phil’s smile grew as he saw Dan’s lips quiver. In this moment, Phil knew exactly what was happening. He knew that he was falling into his head space. Phil knew Dan was going to cry because he couldn’t have him. Phil also knew that he was going to give in. He was going to take off Dan’s handcuffs and make love to his angel.

Phil also knew, at this exact second, he really was a bit of a sadist.

Phil wanted to see Dan cry over his body. For reasons he didn’t understand, he wanted nothing more than to watch this beautiful man cry and beg for release….and not just any release. Phil wanted Dan to cry and beg for penetration.

“D-daddy?”

There it was. That little, breathy, shaky voice. Phil closed his eyes and immediately kissed Dan’s temple.

“Dan, are you okay?” He asked, trying his best to sound sincerely concerned.

“Daddy…Daddy, please. Pleeeeaaaaasee….” A single hiccup fell from his lips, and then he was crying softly. Beautiful tears welling up in lovely brown eyes as Dan tried his best to snuggle into Phil’s chest.

“I’ve got you.” Phil fished the key to the handcuffs out of his pocket and released Dan as quickly as he could. He was greeted with desperate fingers trying to work at the button of his denim and steady sniffles. Phil lifted Dan’s hands to his lips and kissed his fingers.

“You’re a good boy. I’m sorry I pushed you.”

“No. We’re not done.”

“Baby boy…”

“We’re not done.” Dan pressed. Even though he was still crying, Phil could hear something that made his cock stir.

“What do you mean?”

Dan lifted his legs and held the back of his knees with his hands, presenting himself fully with his back on the sofa. He let out another hiccup and stared at Phil expectantly.

“Dan…”

“I earned it.” He said gently.

It was Dan’s turn to smile as he looked at Phil’s eyes widened and roll into the back of his head. Dan wasn’t stupid, either. He knew what Phil wanted. He wanted to punish Dan for acting as if he didn’t want to be played with. He wanted to be worshipped. He wanted to be Dan’s alpha, and Dan was he going to give him all of that.

Coos and shudders accompanied loud, wet smacking as Phil licked at Dan’s puffy rim. Dan felt his balls grow tight and heavy as Phil licked inside of him greedily. While it only lasted a few minutes, Dan knew that Phil had done that as one more reminder of who Dan belonged to. His body was claimed. Every single inch of it.

“How do you want it?”

“Rough. God, Daddy. Wreck me, please.”

Phil complied, pinning Dan’s legs above his head and sinking deep inside of him. Both men moaned, and before Phil had time to think about it, he was setting a brutal pace. The build up had been torturous for him, and all his mind was telling him to do was drill into Dan. Likewise, Dan felt like a worthless doll. Open, messy and desperate. He wanted his Daddy to do whatever he wanted. He had already won, because he had earned his Daddy back.

“You’re such a good boy.” Phil moaned out, losing himself in the filthy, wet noises coming from the boy beneath him. Dan panted as tears fell and he spread himself wider. His own member was neglected and Dan was perfectly fine with that. All of the edging had made him sensitive, and he just wanted the hard pounding of a good, deep fuck. He smiled with every deep thrust he was given, and he tightened around Phil the best that he could. His efforts were met with sloppy, deep strokes and endless praise. He was such a good boy now. Phil thought he was such a perfect boy.

“Daddy, I need you to make me messy.”

Phil slowed his pace in favor of looking at Dan. He was already pretty messy, hair curled and dried semen on his stomach.

“What do you need, love?”

Dan flashed a bright smile that completely contrasted with tears on his face.

“I wanna have an accident…and I want Daddy to get messy inside of me.”

Phil furrowed his brows in confusion. He honestly didn’t know what Dan meant by an “accident”, but he was too far gone to care. He wanted release.

“Sure, baby. That’s okay.”

Dan giggled and wiggled beneath Phil, indicating that he wanted to start again. The latter didn’t protest, hissing in satisfaction at how loose and warm Dan was as he thrust in and out with purpose. Phil was no longer in the mood to tease, and Dan was ready to break down with how badly he needed to orgasm.

It was Phil who first reached his peak, burying himself deep inside of Dan and growling as he emptied his load. He exited slowly and immediately placed his hand on Dan’s erection which was in desperate need of attention.

“No, Daddy.” Dan whined.

“What is it, baby?” Phil asked, trying his best to stay focused.

“I can’t be on the couch. I need tile.”

Phil scooped Dan into his arms and gently walked him to the kitchen. Dan took his position on the ground, placed on all fours and trembling.

“Can I still have an accident, please?” Dan asked, out of breath and whiny.

“Yes. You earned it. How can I help?”

Dan placed his face on the ground and stuck out his ass, freshly filled.

“Play with your mess, and I’ll do the rest.”

Phil licked his lips as he dipped two fingers inside of Dan, appreciating the guttural cry he was given in response. Phil didn’t even know this was a kink of his until Dan had done it the last time. Phil had a thing for cream pies and playing in semen. He knew that it was dirty, but it felt amazing and tasted amazing and the greatest part of it all was that Dan liked it too. He massaged against the boy’s sweet spot, purposely sloshing his seed around as he did it. It only took that and a few firm strokes from Dan before he was yelling and shaking violently.

Phil quickly realized what “accident” Dan wanted to have as he saw a stream of yellow leave his body and hit the white tile. Dan must have been holding it for a while and the pleasure of letting it out was enough to send him over the edge. Phil watched in amazement as semen spilled from his cock and his ass, Dan sweating and shaking and grinding into it all. Phil rubbed his back as he rode his high to completion, immediately lifting the boy and heading towards the shower when he was done. Dan was barely conscious, but he tried his best to help balance his weight and he was placed in the bath tub.

“You did so well, baby. I’ve got you now. You can take a nap and I’ll wake you when it’s time for you to get up.”

“Thank you, Daddy”. Dan mumbled, eyes closing as warm water enveloped his sore body.

“Think nothing of it.” Phil whispered as he kissed Dan’s temple and began gently washing the boy’s hair.