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Us Against The World

Chapter One: The New Girl

Summary: Alyssa Williams meets Billy Hargrove, the stereotypical bad guy and arsehole of Hawkins High but instead of stiring away, something about him draws her to him and him to her. They are contrasting in every way but find a way to fight together perfectly.

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A/N: Horrible summary but I hope you enjoy and sorry for any mistakes. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated 😊

DISCLAIMER: Imma put it bluntly...I don't care if you hate the fanfiction because you believe Billy is a racist. Either way, this is a different representation of the character as is most romantic fanfictions about him. Also if you're going to criticise me while reading Billy x Steve fics or tbh any Billy x anyone fanfiction...please reevaluate because either way, you're reading material that doesn't conform to how Billy on the show acts. You can also keep in mind that people grow and it may surprise some of you that not all racists...stay racists. Some get educated and change. I don't condone the violent actions of his character all of this is a different representation of the Billy in the show. Good day :)

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Without removing the cover from her head, Alyssa smashed her fist down on the alarm clock, silencing it and letting out a triumphant grunt. Immediately after, she was ready to go back to sleep not wanting to deal with the challenges of the day; however, her father, as usual, was not giving her that chance to avoid school. “Before you think about going back to sleep, I suggest you get yourself out of that bed.” He strolled in with no care in the world and pulled back the curtains allowing light to flow in. Alyssa let out a frustrated and annoyed groan, fully burying herself in her covers and pillows to hide from the light as well as her father.

“Dad, please, can I just stay home?” Her voice sounded rough from just waking up. “I promise, I’ll do some school work, just don’t make me go.” Her voice sounded whinier than she cared to admit and without seeing her dad’s reaction she knew he probably had his hands on his hips and was shaking his head in disapproval. It was to be her first day at Hawkins High after moving to the city a few days ago; she’d been dreading the thought of starting at a new school and had begged her father to change his mind and let her be homeschooled but came to no avail.

Alyssa felt the edge of the bed dip on the opposite side and then decided to sit up, removing the covers; knowing her father was going to begin his grand speech about how starting at the new school would be a good change and a chance for her to make friends. “Listen, Pumpkin, I know how much you’ve been stressing about this and I know what I’m asking you isn’t easy,” Alyssa lifted her knees and rested her head on them as he spoke. “But please try and just socialise with the other kids. I know it’s been tough since-” Alyssa raised her hand as a signal to stop him.

“I know, dad. It’s just what if there is a repeat of last time? What if the other kids don’t like me?” Her voice was small and filled with sadness. She could feel the tears forming in her eyes, despite trying to fight them off. Her dad sighed and pulled her into a hug, holding her tight and stroking her hair; without being able to stop it, tears flowed down her face and she couldn’t help but sob into her father’s shoulders.

After a few moments, she calmed down and her father looked at her with reassuring eyes. “Hey, if those kids don’t like you, it’s on them because they are missing out on befriending a cool girl like you,” He wiped away her tears and she couldn’t help but smile. “It doesn’t matter if they like you or not. What matters is that you stay true to yourself and don’t lose yourself trying to please other people,” He gave her a serious look, placing a hand on her shoulder and forcing her to look him in the eyes. “Promise me you’ll try to engage with others and you won’t lose yourself for any of those people.”

“I promise,” Sniffling a bit then nodding. “I’ll be myself and…I’ll try and make friends.” She hesitated on the last part but couldn’t help it. She knew that her dad wouldn’t go easy on her if she didn’t make that promise. Promises in the Williams’ house were sacred and had to be kept which Alyssa had apparently made law when she was five years old.

With that, he gave her a satisfied grin. “Breakfast will be ready.” He got up from the bed and made his way to the door. “Start getting your stuff together, then.” and with that, he left the room. Alyssa plopped back down on her bed, looking at the ceiling while the urge to scream began growing inside her. She knew the week to come would most likely suck and she hated the fact that there was no way to avoid it.

The drive to the school was short. The whole ride, Alyssa could feel her stomach sinking like she was on some rollercoaster that she desperately wanted to get off of. Her hands began to feel sweaty and warm. When they arrived, she looked at the students piling into the school. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she turned to her dad. “I’ll see you later then, love you.” It was quick short and without emotion. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, before making her way out of the car. Her father repeated the words before waving goodbye and speeding off.

The smell of sweat, rubbish canteen food and cheap cologne filled the halls of Hawkins High School. The corridors were overtaken by students either chatting or making their way to their assigned classrooms. Alyssa rushed through the crowd, brushing past people as she tried to navigate through the sea of bodies. She muttered a sorry, here and there to those she bumped into and received glares in return by some. So far so good, she thought sarcastically to herself.

Alyssa had made it to her classroom in record time, considering that she got lost a few times and had to ask people for help. Though she was sure classes started at eight, the classroom barely had any students occupying the seats. The teacher looked unimpressed as he sat down looking around at the scene that he must have come accustomed to. Alyssa walked up to his desk, feeling a little uneasy as the eyes of the students were glued to her. “Erm, hi.” She sounded awkward and unsure

“Can I help you?” He looked at her with dead eyes that were emphasised by the eyebags under them. He had a thick beard, that looked slightly unkempt, and shaggy brown hair that looked slightly greasy and untouched in a while. He tapped his pencil on the desk and rested his hand underneath his chin, as he waited for her to answer.

Alyssa couldn’t deny the annoyance that coursed through her at his tone and posture. She kept a smile on her face, though, like she practised many times. “I’m new here so I just wanted to-” She was cut off when he slammed the book down in front of her. Blinking a few times, she looked down at the book then back at him as he began to speak.

“This booklet has everything you need to know about what we have covered so far,” he leaned back in his chair and looked over at the door as the late students began to pile in. “If you need help, ask someone in the class and you’re seated front row at the window” He nodded his head in the direction of the seat, as he got up from his seat and got ready to begin his lesson. Alyssa grabbed the booklet feeling annoyed but not daring to say anything as she quickly took her seat.

Math wasn’t her strongest subject and she struggled to actually focus on the lesson as she kept looking outside daydreaming about what she wanted to eat later and whether or not her father would be home to have dinner with. Ever since he had been promoted from his job, he spent less time with her and though she tried her best not to show it, she really wished he’d settle for a nine to five job knowing full well that her father’s dream as a doctor had existed longer than ger.

As she began getting lost deeper and deeper into her thoughts, the roar of a car engine stole her attention. The car was electric blue and what looked to be some kind of Camaro; Alyssa sat there with both hands on her chin taking interest in the scene outside over the algebra equations Mr Mundy had been throwing at the class. The longer she watched, she saw the driver emerge from the car; the guy had blonde loosely curled hair that was longer at the back than the front, thick eyebrows and overall attractive features from what Alyssa could see.

“Alyssa!” she jumped at the sound of her name and quickly whipped her head around, Mr Mundy looking displeased. He had one hand on his hip and the chalk in his hand was pointing towards her. “For someone who is struggling in math, you seem to be talking quite the interest at the ongoings outside.” Heat rose to her cheeks as those around her snickered and she felt herself sink slightly in her chair. Mr Munday was about to continue before the bell rang and Alyssa let out a little sigh of relief.

Quickly heading for the girl’s toilets, she pushed past everyone not caring about their reactions. The door hit the wall when she pushed it open, she immediately closed her eyes and calmed herself down before any tears could escape. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her chestnut eyes were slightly red as they were readying the tears, her curly afro was a cloud around her head as her bangs cover her forehead. “Hey.” A soft voice spoke to her and she turned to find a girl with short brown hair in slight waves holding her books to her chest and giving her a sad look. Alyssa felt like she recognised her from somewhere but she couldn’t think where.

“Don’t let what Mr Mundy and the rest of those arseholes get you down,” That’s when she realised that she probably recognised her from her math class. “He’s just bitter that his wife cheated on him and the other students are just…arseholes, for lack of a better word.” Alyssa gave her a small smile picking at the edges on the grey jumper she had on. The girl stepped forward to extend her arm. “I’m Nancy Wheeler.” Alyssa accepted the handshake.

Alyssa found herself to be taller than Nancy by a few inches. “I’m Alyssa Williams.” They both stood there in a while of awkward silence for a minute, not really knowing what to say next to one another. Alyssa was tempted to exchange goodbyes and leave but then Nancy spoke up.

“So I’ve got science in a few minutes and lunch after,” Nancy began. She had a hopeful look on her face. “When is your next free period? We could meet up and chat. I could also show you around the school.” Nancy shrugged. Alyssa could almost hear her dad nagging her to say yes so she nodded with slight eagerness. Nancy looked relieved and they both exited the girl’s toilets.

“I’ve got literature now so we could meet in the canteen after?” Alyssa suggested. They both parted ways agreeing to meet at lunch and Alyssa felt proud of herself. It had been a couple of years since she dared to make friends and talk to people. When she strolled into her literature lesson, she had a smile on her face.

For that lesson, she was met with a much kinder teacher than Mr Mundy had been. Alyssa took a seat at the back of the class. She couldn’t help but feel in a better mood knowing that she had befriended Nancy; It had been too long since she had been very social. Less than ten minutes into the lesson, the classroom door swung open to a tall figure. The whole class automatically looking at the door to the face the intruder; Alyssa was quick to realise that it was the same guy she had saw during her math lesson.

The teacher, Ms Peterson, looked unamused but not surprised either so Alyssa assumed it was a regular occurrence. “Nice for you to join us, Mr Hargrove.” She greeted him with sarcasm evident in her voice and the reply she received was a disinterested grunt as the boy made his way to the back of the classroom setting to the right of Alyssa. When Alyssa turned to have a better look at him, she found that he was already studying her so she immediately faced the book in front of her feeling slightly embarrassed.

Throughout the whole lesson, she could feel his gaze on her but she avoided looking at him, happy that her hair covered most of her face and hit her nervousness. When the bell rang, she let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding. “Before you all leave, there’s a group assignment on Shakespeares that I want completing by next week.” She was met with groans. “You can choose your own partners if that makes you happier. That’ll be all.” And they all piled out of the classroom; Alyssa feeling too shy to ask anyone to be there partner.

Heading straight for her locker, she couldn’t help but think about that guy from her lesson and whether he was watching her or her paranoia was playing tricks on her. She couldn’t deny that she felt flustered at the thought of him watching, after all, she found him extremely attractive. As she was thinking about him, a small smile was turning the corners of her mouth. “What’s got you so happy?” The voice startled her and she jumped, whipping her whole body around to see who spoke. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” His apology didn’t seem so sincere with the grin on his face

“It’s fine.” Was all she could say when she finally settled down from her fright. They both stood there staring at each other for a minute, while the other students around them were staring at the Hawkins bad boy engaging with the new girl but neither noticed them. Instead, she was staring into his ocean blue eyes as he was staring right back into her hazel ones; after a while, she realised what she was doing and then diverted her gaze. “Did you want something?” Her voice caught him out of his daze and he blinked a few times looking away. She thought she saw a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks and heard him curse himself under his breath.

He leaned against the lockers and tilted his eyes to look at her. “I was thinking we should be partners for that literature assignment,” It didn’t sound much like he was asking her. “Seeing as either of us has a partner.” He shrugged. Alyssa couldn’t deny that she was surprised, out of everyone in that lesson he was asking her, She immediately became suspicious of him. Her eyebrows furrowed and shit bit her lip, thinking about all the reasons he came to ask her about it; she’d noticed his eyes had moved to her lips while she did that.

“Is this going to be a one-sided partnership where I do all the work?” Raising her brows while questioning. A smile played on her lips as he fawned being offended. “What? You ask, out of everybody in our class, me to be partners with and expect me not to be suspicious?” Though she was being serious there was a playfulness in her tone and he laughed a bit, smile lines forming at the corners of his eyes. She couldn’t help but chuckle, his smile and laugh were a bit contagious.

Those around them looked shocked by the interaction between the two. Probably never once seeing Billy interact with a girl like Alyssa before; he placed his left hand on the locker beside Alyssa and leaned in close enough for her to smell and feel the cigarettes and the mint from his breath. In a pathetic attempt at a shield, she raised her books to her chest and tried leaning back at bit though she was met with the cold surface of the locker. “From what I’ve seen of you today, you’re the smartest girl in class,” Then she started noticing the people watching. “And I need some help in the subject so how about it, doll?” Her heart raced at the nickname.

With a chuckle, she playfully shoved him away from her as she contemplated her answer for a few moments. “Sure.” He looked surprised by her answer, almost as surprised as her. She had no clue what was coming over her but she felt something in her gut telling her to agree to it though her head was screaming at her. “As long as you take part and don’t lounge about, we have a deal.” She straightened herself and presented him with her hand to shake. Smiling, he accepted.

After exchanging contact details, Alyssa was getting ready to leave, remembering that she told Nancy she would meet her at lunch. Before she could go, he grabbed her arm gently, sending a jolt straight through the both of them and he pulled his arm back like he’d been electrocuted. Clearing his throat, he looked bashful. “There’s a Halloween party tonight,” he began. Alyssa could help but notice a bit of his confidence gone as he scratched the back of his neck. “I was wondering if you’d like to go with me?”

Before she could think to reply, an unfamiliar voice came from behind her. “Leave her alone, Hargrove.” The guy the voice belonged to had thick brown hair, an average build and displeasure written all over his face. Beside him was Nancy who had her arms folded while giving Billy a stern look. Alyssa looked back and forth between them all, confused by the sudden tension in the air.

Billy’s demeanour changed from the nice guy he was being only moments prior and he snarled at the other guy looking ready for a fight. “What’s it to you, Harrington?” They were getting into each other’s faces, daring the other to make the first move and Alyssa stood there baffled as it had all escalated in a matter of seconds. The two guys gave each other such intense glares that if looks could kill, they’d both probably drop dead but before anything could happen, Nancy stepped in between them.

“Steve leave it and let’s just go,” she placed her hand on his chest but he didn’t move his eyes for Billy’s. “Please,” she stressed. Clearly, Nancy didn’t want a fight to break out, just as much as Alyssa didn’t. Reluctantly, Steve backed down and began walking away with a huff; Nancy then turned to Alyssa signalling her to come along to. “Let’s go.” She grabbed Alyssa’s hand as they walked away. Not before Alyssa took a quick glance back at the gorgeous blonde. He just gave her a wink and then turned to leave as well.

Once they got to the lunch hall, Nancy grabbed Alyssa’s shoulders looking at her with concern “What the hell was that all about?” Her voice sounded shaken with worry and anger; Alyssa was confused as to why she was being so overactive, considering the fact that she had only been talking to Billy and nothing major was happening. Steve was even giving her a glare, not necessarily targeted towards her but towards the thought of what Billy had been up to.

Looking at Nancy, Alyssa spoke. “He was just asking me to be his partner for our Literature assignment” Alyssa shrugged and frowned. “What’s the big issue, anyway? you guys are making such a big deal out of this.” Looking between Nancy and Steve as they exchanged glances with each other, Alyssa stared at them urging them to answer her. Besides the fact that he was a huge flirt, Billy didn’t seem that threatening towards her so couldn’t understand the tension.

Steve sighed. “Listen, that Hargrove guy isn’t someone you want to be around,” he gave her a soft expression, continuing. “My name is Steve, by the way, wish we could’ve met under better circumstances,” He outstretched his hand for her to shake and she accepted it. “Hargrove is an arsehole and the only reason he was speaking to you was to get into your pants or something. The guy has anger issues and an ego bigger than his future, so I suggest staying away.” While he said it with a joking tone, there was still a seriousness to his voice and the way his brow twitched when talking about Billy, proved that he was holding back insulting comments.

Alyssa just nodded, not really knowing what to say. She knew that she probably should head her friend’s warning but there was something about Billy that got under her skin and not in a bad way. It felt like an invisible force drawing them in together and she just wanted to get to know him. All of him. Not in the way that most people would interpret, though.

After, they all sat down to enjoy their lunch while asking questions about Alyssa and vice versa. They all seemed genuinely interested in the fact that she wanted to become a doctor in the future and enjoyed hearing her tell stories about her life back at home in England. “Hey, maybe we should take Alyssa to Tina’s party as a celebration of her arrival,” He asked Nancy and then turned to her. “What do you think? Would you dad be alright with that or do we have to sneak you out?” He had a mischievous grin on his face.

“No, he’ll be fine with it. Most likely excited that I’m going out a being a teenager and stuff,” Though she didn’t say it out loud, she wanted to also see Billy again but she kept that to herself knowing that it wouldn’t garner a positive response if she said that. “Though, I don’t really have much to wear.” She stated. Never have gone to a party before, she didn’t have many clothes in her closet that screamed “I’m here to party” and Alyssa wasn’t keen on getting bullied for her choice of clothing.

“How about I come to your house and help you pick something out? I’ll bring some of my own clothes just in case.” Nancy suggested and they all agreed on the plan and with Steve picking them up from Alyssa’s house. The bell rang and they all parted ways with farewells; Alyssa’s mind couldn’t help but stray towards Billy and even though her friends told her to stay away, her heart was telling her otherwise.

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botanistlester · 7 years

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The Summer (31/33)

The Summer (31/33) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 400,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 18,257 Words

For reference, @botanistlester is Dan, @snowbunnylester is Phil.

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Warnings: teasing, edging, dirty talk, neck kink, handjobs, stretching, penetrative sex, schmoop

A/N: Hey guys! Honestly, we cannot believe what a wild ride it’s been over the course of the last… how long? Few months that we’ve been posting this. When we started this RP, I don’t think either of us realized it was going to end up being over 400,000 words long, and yet it most definitely did. We set out for this fic to be an exploration of sexuality and, obviously, sex, and that’s exactly what we’ve done. We honestly hope you guys have enjoyed this wild ride as much as we have! But don’t worry, this isn’t quite the end! We’ve still got the massive epilogue to go, a whopping 55K words long that we’ve decided to split in half and post back to back thanks to your guys vote!

On Friday, we’ll hit you with part one of the epilogue over at @snowbunnylester ‘s blog, followed by part two on Satruday on @botanistlester ‘s blog! Of course, it’s also getting posted to ao3 in the same chaptered fic as chapters 32 and 33, so stay tuned, and I can’t believe the ride is nearly over… I’m going to try not to cry!

Chapter Thirty-One

Phil glanced around the mostly empty room as they finally made their way into the theater for their movie. It had been out for a few weeks at least, so Phil wasn't surprised, nor was he surprised to see the few couples dotted around, but he was thankful, as it made his plans for that evening far easier to manage. After spotting an empty row to the left, Phil started to make his way down it, deciding they were going to need a little privacy, and walking all the way to the end against the wall before settling down with one seat open for Dan right next to said wall. He smirked as his boyfriend moved past him to take his seat knowingly.

Dan giggled at Phil's flustered response, shoving the bag of popcorn at him. "I can say what I want to," Dan told him stubbornly. But he didn't try to stop Phil when he started to lead them both to the theater, asking Dan if he was ready with a rather suggestive eyebrow wiggle. Dan almost didn't want to know what Phil was planning for him, could feel his entire face growing hot at just the thought, but he knew this was going to be an... interesting date, one that he would truly never forget. For that, he was beyond thankful, zoning out slightly as he followed Phil through the rows of chairs. He was thankful because he could be himself in front of Phil without having to hide his desires. Their sex life, while mostly vanilla, was open to new ideas or kinks, and Dan felt free to talk about those subjects with Phil. He didn't know much about other relationships, but he did know that most couples didn't dare to venture into such territory. And yet, here was he and Phil, about to do sexual actions in the middle of a movie theater with Phil promising to edge him nearly the entire time. Dan was such a lucky guy. Thankfully, Phil chose an area that was more separated from the rest of the moviegoers, and it almost made Dan feel like he was doing the walk of shame. Phil's teasing smirk definitely wasn't helping, only made the hairs on Dan's arms stand up until he was shivering with anticipation. When he sat down in the seat Phil had saved for him, their arms brushed, and Dan felt electricity strike through his entire body. It was almost like they'd just met and Dan was freaking out at every little interaction. Except this time, it was much, much different.

Dan settled in rather quickly. When Phil risked a glance at his face, it was to find that Dan had already gone a deep, beet red, and it made Phil's smirk widen. He turned back to the movie screen casually, deciding that he was going to make Dan wait for him to start, make Dan die a little from the anticipation of it all first. Phil hoped that he liked this, that he wouldn't go too far, but he knew Dan would stop him if he did. The movie previews were just starting as well, something Phil loved, and he leaned into Dan's side with a little smile. "The previews are sometimes my favorite part. Do you think they're just gonna advertise all romance stuff to us?" he asked, casually propping the popcorn in his lap and holding it with one hand while he used the other to throw over Dan's shoulders and drag him in.

Despite Dan's original thoughts, Phil didn't start right away. Dan had totally and completely expected Phil to get his hands on him as soon as he sat down, so when Phil started to ask about the previews, drawing him in with a gentle arm around his shoulders, Dan couldn't help but let out a small noise of confusion. He relaxed after a few moments, melting into Phil's side. Phil was warm and safe and Dan liked being tucked into his embrace more than he liked anything else in the whole world. Dan shook his head, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. "Who knows?" He responded easily. "Probably romantic things that'll make me want to barf. Maybe we'll get lucky and see a few previews for horror films though. Like they think this movie is actually scary."

The laugh came out as half-bark, surprised as Phil was to hear Dan say that. The sound of his voice was perfectly sarcastic to top it all off, and Phil just shoved his face into his shoulder while his own shoulders shook with laughter. "Oh my God, Dan," he muttered, and kissing him there, through his clothes. "You're such an idiot," he said fondly, rolling his eyes. "If you wanted to be scared again, we could have just gone and seen the new horror film that's out rather than this dribble," he complained, but he didn't actually mind. Mostly, he was just excited to have the almost-freedom to get distracted and make out with Dan, not to mention what else he had planned. "You gonna make fun of the previews with me, then?"

Dan snickered at Phil's utterly adorable reaction. He hadn't actually thought Phil would react in such a way to his dumb joke, but it made him feel all warm and tingly inside. Although he should have expected that feeling by now; Phil always made him feel warm and tingly inside. "I may be an idiot, but at least I'm your idiot," Dan murmured, giving Phil a bright grin. He hummed at Phil's next words. "We can watch horror movies later. Seeing Twilight in theaters is like a dream come true," Dan sighed out sarcastically. He was grinning so widely that his cheeks were hurting and his dimple was making a rather large dent in his cheek. "It's the best part of a date. We make fun of the previews and we make fun of the movie. Can't really do that when I'm scared shitless. I'd rather make fun of things with you, tbh."

Phil snorted out another laugh, shoving himself over in his seat so he could hide his face more properly against Dan's shoulder. His leg was pretty securely pressed up to Dan's, now. Dan was so warm against him. "You're an idiot," he jested, moving his face to prop his chin on Dan's shoulder instead, only to find that Dan was already staring at him with a bright grin on his face. Phil smiled back at him, and reached up to press his finger into Dan's dimple, just because he could. "I'd rather make love to you," Phil teased back with a little wink, waiting for Dan to go breathless before he pulled away. "But making fun of movies will have to do. Look, they're putting out another valentine's romance. This time, the girl has lost her memories of her current husband and he has to make her fall in love with him again. How much you want to bet he's going to have competition with an ex boyfriend of some kind?"

Apparently Phil always knew what to say to make Dan's mind go a bit foggy because before he knew what was going on, Phil was murmuring teasing words and Dan felt like he couldn't breathe for a moment. He inhaled sharply and shook his head to clear his dirty thoughts, giving Phil an unimpressed glare. His boyfriend was the worst. "I don't see why we even came to the movie then, if you're just going to distract me from it," Dan sighed out dramatically, but he pushed his shoulder against Phil's to show that he was just kidding. He watched the previews, making a grossed out face. "I can almost guarantee it. I feel like these tropes are so common that it's just downright easy to guess what's going to happen. He'll probably lose the girl for a few days to her ex and be completely heartbroken, making him try just a bit harder. Then he'll take her to a nice dinner, treat her really well, and she'll fall in love with him again before earning all of her memories back." Dan tsked. "Shame."

Phil was grinning completely shamelessly at Dan, knowing full well that Dan wanted everything Phil had promised just as much as Phil wanted it, and not even bothering to hide his excitement. He just wanted to spend his last few days with Dan in the best way possible, and to be fair, Phil wanted more than sex, but he also couldn't help loving the way Dan fit against him and how it made him feel so close to him. Phil also liked being a giant tease, though, so that wasn't helping. He snorted at Dan's quick summary of events, and nodded his head. "When is something new and original going to come out?" he complained.

Dan gasped, feigning offense. "You mean, Twilight isn't original?" Dan asked, winking, practically purring. The lights started to dim, leaving Dan to snicker. His voice dropped to a whisper so they didn't disturb any of the other moviegoers. "I don't know, a few hundred year old vampire stalking a teenage girl until she falls in love with him sounds pretty original to me." Because he couldn't help himself, he pressed a kiss to Phil's cheek, nuzzling his nose against Phil's skin for a moment before pulling back to continue watching the previews. "Oh look, a horror movie where a doll comes to life and tries to kill the whole family. Never would have guessed."

Dan's teasing was so ridiculous, that Phil spent the entirety of the previews muffling his laughter into his boyfriend's shoulder, not even getting one second to stop and actually focus on anything let alone eat their snacks - which was a miracle in and of itself, considering Phil loved popcorn. Dan was funny though, and Phil might have been a little slap happy because Dan just made him so happy, but no one needed to know that, exactly. It was fine, anyway. Dan loved him, and they had fun together. That was all that mattered. By the time the movie was about to start, Phil had given up on even trying to communicate with his boyfriend, and instead, grabbed for his chin to drag him into a searing kiss. Dan was quick to respond, despite both of them still giggling, and it warmed Phil to the core. He loved that Dan was always so, so open to him, and he just wanted to hold onto him forever.

It was ridiculous. They were ridiculous. Dan hadn't thought he would be able to find someone who matched all of his traits so perfectly, but here they were. In the back of a movie theater, trying to stifle their giggles behind trembling hands with tears in their eyes. Dan definitely wouldn't change this for anything. The lights dimmed more and Dan was mentally preparing himself for the shittiest movie he'd ever seen when Phil suddenly grabbed his chin and pulled him into a kiss. It was passionate, hot, but Dan couldn't hide his laughter nonetheless, way to slap happy to even try to make the kiss very good. He was smiling, Phil was smiling, and it made for some awkward teeth clacking, but they really didn't care. They were happy and that's all that truly mattered.

By the time that Phil pulled away again, he was still cackling away pretty hard, having to shove his face back into Dan's shoulder, but missing and landing against his neck instead. Dan's laughter abruptly stopped at the feeling of Phil's breathing hitting his neck, and Phil's laughter stopped as well when he took in the way Dan shuddered at the feeling, clearly turned on by it. It took the mood down to an entirely different level, one that Phil hadn't anticipated starting just yet, and he glanced up at Dan to find that Dan was holding his breath, eyes wide in surprise. Wondering just how far Phil could take this, Phil pressed his lips properly to Dan's neck and pressed a little kiss there, nipping for a moment before pulling back, and watching as Dan slowly let the breath he was holding out, eyes still wide. Phil chuckled, unable to help himself, the feeling welling in his stomach. Dan glanced down at him, pupils blown and amusement completely gone, and it made arousal shoot through Phil as well. Pulling away, Phil winked at Dan again, and said, 'pay attention. The movies started," before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Everything was innocent enough until Dan had to go and ruin it. Maybe it was the anticipation wearing on him, making him more sensitive. Or maybe it was just that Phil had that effect on him no matter what the circumstances. All he knew was that when Phil buried his face in Dan's neck, breath cascading onto the sensitive skin there, Dan felt as though he were suffocating. He couldn't breathe, his eyes widening and slightly glossing over as the hairs on the back of his neck rose and an undeniable heat surged to his crotch. Phil could tell. Because then he was kissing Dan's neck, biting at it, and Dan had to bite his lip to hold back any noises. They were in a god damned movie theater and the movie was beginning to start and this was going to be a long movie. Phil was pulling away all too soon and Dan didn't know whether he should be disappointed or relieved when Phil told him to pay attention to the movie, shoving popcorn into his mouth. Dan listened as well as he could, taking deep breaths through his nose to try and calm himself. What had he gotten himself into?

The best part about being with dan was knowing that Phil could have the fun times, and the sexy times, and the sweet times, and Dan would always give him everything. Now, though, now Dan was going to have a hell out of a time with what Phil had planned for him, and he was so happy he could have this. He grinned as the movie went under way, just as cheesy and terrible as Phil had imagined it would be, and shoveled popcorn into his mouth while his hand remained over Dan's shoulder. For a long time, Phil didn't do anything other than laugh and joke quietly with dan, but as time went on, Phil started to do more, until he was breathing right up against the shell of Dan's ear, the touch teasing and annoying. Apparently, it was also a turn on, as Dan’s breath caught nearly every time. Phil grinned to himself, doing it over and over again within the first half an hour, and then, slowly, he started to use his fingers to trail along Dan's neck as well.

The movie was just as awful as Dan expected it to be. Not that he had high hopes for it at all anyways. The only thing that made it even slightly bearable was the feel of Phil sitting next to him, his arm around Dan's shoulders. He was warm against Dan and didn't try anything for a good while, allowing Dan to actually relax and melt into the embrace. He was still slightly paranoid that Phil was going to do something at any moment, but for now he allowed himself to enjoy the experience. The relaxing feeling didn't last for long. After an undetermined amount of time, Phil started to breathe against his ear, making Dan shiver and try to ignore him. It didn't work, of course, and Phil knew that. He didn't let the ministrations ease in the slightest, especially when Dan's breathing caught every single time. He was quivering, trying to pay attention to the movie, but that all went out the window when Phil's fingers started trailing over his neck. "Fuck," Dan hissed quietly, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. He couldn't wait to have Phil's mouth all over him, making him feel so many different sensations. He wished he could just push him over right now and drag him into the hottest kiss he could muster. But he didn't. No, instead, he waited, waited to see what Phil would do next.

Phil was starting to get a little hot under the collar himself, a little warm in the face, and he was so tempted to lean over and do more - so he did. Curious if he could make Dan close just from his neck, Phil leaned in close and whispered, "I want you to keep watching the movie," before he pressed his lips so lightly to Dan's neck it was like a ghost of him there. He grinned when Dan shivered underneath him, and used his fingers still over Dans shoulder to tease his fingers along there as well, getting Dan at both sides. Slowly, he worked himself up more, until he was really trailing his lips along Dan's neck, but when he heard Dan moan, he pulled away, wanting to work him up little by little. He grinned when he saw Dan’s eyes were closed and leaned in close to whisper again, "eyes open, Dan."

Dan couldn't seem to stop quivering. Phil's touch was doing something to him, making his entire body feel hot, and the fact that he couldn't fucking do anything about it made him want to explode. Phil's lips were hot against his neck, the touch so light that he could barely feel it. But that was the point, though. Every touch was so sensitive that Dan could feel it down to his bones, Phil's fingers teasing the other side of his neck, until Dan was moaning softly, his mouth slack and his eyes falling closed. Phil reprimanded him for that, ordering him to open his eyes, so with great difficulty, Dan pried his eyes open and tried to pay attention to the movie to no avail. He was already hard in his jeans, twitching, excitement running through his body. He gave Phil a pout, his eyes wide and begging, but he didn't say anything. All of his words seemed to die in his throat before he could formulate them.

The little pout was cute; cute enough that Phil couldn't help leaning in to nip at Dan's neck in quiet reprimand, smirking all the while, but also trying to give him a little more of what he so obviously wanted. Dan sighed under him, and Phil stroked his fingers a little harder. "If I catch you with your eyes closed again, you won't like what comes," he whispered, before leaning in again, starting all over with the teasing feel of his lips just ghosting over Dan's neck. He wanted to suck at the tanned skin there, but he knew he was going to have to be careful not to leave a mark. Already, Phil could feel his control slipping, though. He wanted Dan to nearly come in his pants just from this, and Dan's parents knew about them now. They knew what they were doing together, that much was quite obvious considering they knew they'd been dating a while, and that Dan had had Phil up in his room alone with the door closed before, so why hide it? Phil closed his eyes against his own moan, and mouthed harder along Dan's neck, still just hardly scraping his lips across, not wanting to give Dan anymore for a while longer. It was so tempting though, and he found himself scraping his teeth along the skin as well, lightly enough to tease while his fingers turned to the use of his nails on the other side of Dan's neck.

Dan whimpered at Phil's words, not able to even hide how much he was enjoying this pleasurable torture. He tilted his neck just a bit more, giving Phil more access to do what he wanted with Dan. He tried to keep his eyes open but it was hard, so fucking hard, that he had to try and distance himself from the situation, just to calm himself down and to make it easier for him to control himself. It didn't work, to say the least. The way Phil's lips and teeth were gliding across his skin was almost too much, made him want to scream. His head was swimming and his cheeks were flushed, little noises making their way out of his mouth without his permission. Phil was unrelenting and Dan squirmed under him, panting. "Fuck, Phil," Dan whimpered, ignoring how Phil whispered for him to hush into his skin. His hand grappled for something to hold onto, and he ended up grabbing onto Phil's knee, squeezing tightly. A particularly hard bite had Dan's breath whooshing out of him, his eyes involuntarily closing before he could stop himself.

The sounds Dan was making were everything Phil could have wanted and more. He was smirking against Dan's skin now, hushing him while he continued the slow torture, barley gliding his lips and teeth along Dan's neck, glad when Dan leaned into him. Phil glanced up at Dan's face, tried to make out his eyes from the angle Phil was in, but it was hard, so he just kept going, deciding that if Dan thought he'd get away with it, Phil would pull away and catch him in the act soon enough, and that would have to do it. After another moment, Phil bit down at Dan's neck in a particularly soft spot, and grinned when Dan instantly whimpered and reached out to grasp Phil's knee. Deciding that was quite enough, Phil pulled away, only to find Dan's eyes were closed, and tutted softly, grasping tight to his chin and forcing him to look at him. "What did I tell you, Dan?" he asked, before dragging Dan in for a fierce kiss, lips dominating over his boyfriends.

Before Dan could even react, Phil was pulling away from his neck, and Dan couldn't even sort his thoughts out enough to pry his eyes open again. So he just clenched his eyes a bit tighter while Phil expressed his disappointment, tutting at him. Even then, Phil sounded mostly amused, as if he was somewhat glad Dan couldn't fucking contain himself. Has Dan mentioned how much of a dick his boyfriend was? He only opened his eyes into little slits when Phil forced his chin to turn towards him, whimpering at the clear dominance Phil was showing over him. Apparently he was a slut for dominance, and Phil was thriving on it. Dan was too though, so he couldn't exactly be mad about it. Phil surged forward and kissed him rather aggressively, all tongue and lips and teeth. He bit down on Dan's bottom lip and then smoothed over the wound with a hot tongue, leaving Dan a complete mess under his every touch. In that moment, Dan was ever grateful that Phil had picked a place away from everyone else because Dan didn't know how much longer he could contain himself. He was practically leaking precum already, his cock pressing tightly against his too-tight jeans, and Dan wanted nothing more than to get his hands down his pants just to relieve some of the ache. He didn't though, knowing Phil would definitely not approve of such behavior.

Dan's whimpers were definitely getting Phil going, and he sucked at Dan's lips harder, pushing into his side and trying not to tip over their snacks in the process as he got himself closer still to Dan. He liked the way Dan was falling apart under him, liked the way Dan couldn't seem to contain himself, liked the way he went limp and docile under Phil's lip. He wanted more, wanted so much more, but he was going to force them both to wait. He wanted this to be even better than the time Phil had gotten Dan off behind their friends, and then practically fucked him later when he'd got Dan alone. He wanted this to be a night Dan would always remember, and so, he pulled away from Dan's mouth and muttered, "Now the fun really begins." He didn't want to push Dan over the edge, didn't want to hurt him or let him cum, and he really was determined to make Dan get to the edge by his neck alone, but he was done teasing. If Dan couldn't keep his eyes open, then Phil was going to give him what he wanted, and show him exactly why that was a bad idea. He moved his mouth back over Dan's neck, but this time, he didn't hesitate to start nipping and sucking hotly, making wet smacking noises as he worked his mouth down his jawline and to his adam's apple, up along the curve of his neck and just behind his ear. He knew he was leaving marks behind, but he couldn't be bothered to care right now, not when Dan was shaking underneath him, bucking his hips and whining for more. Phil bit down at him, sucked and soothed over the pained bit of skin, and then moved on, moved back down, licked along Dan and huffed into his skin. "Taste good," he muttered, just against the shell of Dan's ear. "Want all of you," he gasped, grinning when Dan gasped underneath him. "Is that what you wanted?" he asked, biting down on his ear, and then moving back down, one hand bracing himself on Dan's thigh to feel it tremble. He could tell Dan was getting close by the way his boyfriend shook and moaned, but he didn't know when it would come, so, after a few more bites to Dan's neck, a little more sucking at his adam's apple, Phil pulled completely away, until he wasn't even touching Dan at all, and turned back to the movie with a triumphant smirk at the way Dan whined in distress at the lack of stimulation, but didn't reach for his own cock the way Phil had half expected him too. "Well, you got it," he stated calmly, and went straight back to eating his popcorn.

This was bad. This was bad. Well not really bad, because it felt so fucking good, but this was getting Dan going way too much and he had a terrible feeling that nothing was going to come out of this that he wanted. When Phil pulled away from Dan's lips to start sucking and biting at the skin of his neck, much harsher this time, Dan didn't have it in him to stop them. Phil felt too fucking good and he could deal with the repercussions later. For now? Dan was going to fucking enjoy it. He loved when Phil marked him more than anything, not giving a fuck that it'd be awkward to explain to his parents. He was putty in Phil's hands, bucking his hips and trying to relieve the ache in his trousers in any way that he possibly could. Phil was too damn good with his mouth now after all the practice they'd gotten this summer, and Dan could hardly bring himself to regret it now. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dan cussed, his vocabulary apparently minimized to one single word. He threw his head back as Phil spoke hot words against his neck, his eyes practically rolling when Phil put a hand to his thigh. He was so close, his high building, his hips grinding into nothing. Just a little bit longer and he would be pushed over the edge just from his neck alone. "W-want you," Dan whispered, trying his hardest not to get them noticed by any of their surrounding peers. Just as the words were uttered though, Phil pulled away. Dan couldn't even hide the way that he let out a dejected and frustrated noise, hips stuttering with the loss and his hands clenching to fists at his sides. Dan glared at Phil when he spoke, his face red all the way to the tips of his ears and his lips wet with spit. He dug his nails into his palms to distract himself as Phil started to eat the popcorn again, completely ignoring him and not even touching him anymore. Dan wanted to kill him. After he got Phil to fuck him, of course. Instead of speaking his thoughts aloud, Dan just hissed out a frustrated, "I fucking hate you, you fucking wanker." He didn't mean the words, but he was hard and needing to cum and his dick was in a rather uncomfortable situation at the moment, all thanks to Phil.

Phil rolled his eyes and laughed off the comment completely, shrugging his shoulders at Dan's dramatics. "No you don't," he whispered back, offering the popcorn container back to Dan. The movie was just getting into that ridiculous scene where Bella goes into the woods with Edward, whose all grumpy and what not, and Phil was too busy laughing at it to even bother feeling any regret at his own arousal just then. Instead, he turned to Dan to start talking to him again, making fun of Edward's voice, the way Bella said "say it," like she actually believed all of this, and asked Dan if it were possible Bella was crazy. Dan, meanwhile, was breathing rather heavily, and not eating Phil's offered popcorn at all. Phil couldn't help feeling rather proud of himself at that.

Dan didn't care what Phil said. He actually did hate him. How couldn't he, after everything he was doing to his sanity? Dan couldn't seem to calm down, even as Phil thrusted the popcorn towards him, even when Phil started to laugh and joke about the movie. He couldn't get his mind off of how it would feel when Phil finally started to do more than just tease him. He wondered what Phil would do when they were alone, if he would maybe suck down Dan's cock and whisper words into his skin. If he would lick him open, his fingers unrelenting over his prostate. If he would fuck Dan into the mattress until he was unable to make any noise, the pillows blocking his sounds and making it hard to breathe. The possibilities were endless. How could he possibly focus on a dumb movie after imagining something like that? The pout stayed on his face and he grabbed their drink to quench his suddenly dry mouth, adjusting himself in his seat. His boner was pressed up uncomfortably to his jeans, making it painful, so he ended up giving in and reaching down to adjust himself, making it less noticeable how turned on he was while also making it more comfortable to sit regularly. His touch made him let out a sigh, but he didn't allow himself to do anymore than adjust himself, knowing that even touching himself in the first place was probably not something that Phil had wanted at all.

Phil's eyes followed all of Dan's movements, tracking them mostly out of curiosity, but also because he didn't want Dan touching himself to get himself off. It didn't seem like it was going to be a problem they were likely to encounter, and when Dan shifted his arm down, Phil could see that it was mostly to relieve the awkward pressure of his dick pressing to the zip of his jeans. Dan's soft, breathy little sigh got Phil a little bit more excited himself, until he was forced to look away and back up at the movie again. It wasn't a boring movie, with all the laughs it brought, despite it not being meant to be funny, and so Phil didn't mind watching it so much - besides, it gave him more time to mess with Dan. After another little while, Phil reached over and put his hand on Dan's knee, leaning in close to whisper in his ear, "Ready for round two?" Phil didn't give Dan much of a chance to reply before he was peppering his neck with little kisses again, fingers drumming softly on his knee and moving slowly up his thigh. He was grinning when Dan let out a little shocked huff.

Finally, finally, Dan was able to calm himself down. Now that his cock wasn't pressing against his zip in an uncomfortable fashion, he was able to focus less on his arousal and more on the movie. He tore open the pack of Maltesers to distract himself and popped one in his mouth, relaxing at the familiar taste. If he's being completely honest, he had close to no idea what was going on because he had been so distracted by Phil, but he picked it up again relatively quickly, giggling when there were parts that were a bit dumb. "How can anybody like this movie?" Dan snickered, shaking his head. "It's so cringey and disgusting. Imagine if /our relationship was like that. Would you still love me if I watched you sleep at night and drank animal blood and sparkled in the sun?" He was going to say more when Phil suddenly put his hand on his knee, and Dan felt his heart start to race in his chest. Round two? Oh god, how many rounds were there going to be? Dan didn't think he could fucking last that much longer and his body seemed even more sensitive this time, each kiss to his neck making Dan let out shocked breaths. Phil was an actual sex demon and Dan was quaking under his fingertips.

Phil hummed out a happy little laugh to have distracted Dan so thoroughly, and allowed his lips to trail lower down Dan's neck, before giving it up completely and pulling away a little, though his hand did not stop it's slow ascent up Dan's thigh. His fingers were gentle along the clothed skin, spread out properly to catch on Dan's bulge instantly upon reaching it. "If I answered your questions, you'd think I was disgusting and cringey as well, so I'd rather not," Phil whispered, smiling as Dan turned to him with wide, conflicted eyes. Phil waggled his own eyebrows, smirk growing on his mouth as his fingers finally trailed up and over Dan's thigh, dipping between his legs to tease along the sensitive, inner bits, and then traveled further up until Phil's fingers were encountering Dan's bulge. He didn't quite stop there, the touches mostly feather light as he trailed further up, but once he'd reached the very top of Dan's thigh, Phil allowed his hand to move back down, and then over Dan's bulge, where Phil cupped him gently. He felt Dan's hips jerk, and leaned in close again. "How's it feel?" he asked, squeezing lightly.

Dan let out a noise of disappointment as Phil backed away from his neck. It was strange because as much as he was being tortured, knowing this would probably not equate to an orgasm for him, Dan still enjoyed Phil's neck kisses and didn't want him to back away. He was conflicted, Phil's words echoing around in his head as he focused all of his attention on the light touches Phil gave to his thighs. Occasionally, his fingers would brush lightly over his bulge, making Dan huff and bite his lip to stop himself from making a loud noise. He both hated and loved Phil in that moment. "Feels- feels so good," Dan gasped out quietly, bucking his hips into Phil's touch, trying to get him to touch him more. He was aching and this wasn't fair and he wished Phil was as hard as he was at that moment. "God, I-," Dan gulped, closing his eyes while his mouth fell open slightly as Phil squeezed his cock through his jeans. "I want you to fuck me so hard after this."

Phil grinned, eyes bright as Dan's reaction, and squeezed just that little bit harder around the bulge in Dan's jeans, happy with the reaction it garnered for him. Dan moaned, soft and low, hips kicking even harder into Phil's hand, and Phil massaged harder, faster, watching as Dan started to come undone for him. "You sure you want me to fuck you, later?" Phil asked Dan, breath hot against his ear. "You sure you don't want me to get you off right here and now? How good do you think it's going to feel if you wait for me?" Phil asked him, moaning softly against the shell of Dan's ear. "I'm so hard for you, Dan. I promise if you wait like a good boy I'm going to take such good care of you. But if you say you can't wait - I'll let you come, right now," he whispered, pressing his palm down harder, strokes more firm as Dan practically withered underneath him. More than anything, Phil wanted Dan to say he'd wait, but even he could feel his own erection straining. watching Dan like this - Phil hadn't known it would turn him on so much. He wondered if even he could wait.

Phil's ministrations became even more irresistible. Soon enough, Dan was writhing under Phil's touch, eyes rolling with pleasure as Phil palmed him through his jeans. His words were hot in his ear, and Dan gulped, trying to keep himself quiet and attempting to think as hard as he possibly could with Phil treating him like this. Did Dan want to cum right then? Of course he did. He wanted it more than anything. He wanted Phil to continue, to bring him to release, to make him cum in front of all these other people. Dan was already spiraling into the bliss of orgasm, his head spinning and his groin tightening. His mouth had fallen open and he was panting, not even trying to hide how utterly turned on he was by Phil's handiwork. But then he stopped himself. He didn't want to cum right then. He wanted Phil to make him feel good, to fuck him until Dan was screaming, begging, for release. So with a shaky hand, Dan grabbed Phil's wrist and stopped his movements. His cock strained with despair at this, but Dan didn't let it deter him, remembering how good it was going to feel later. "S-stop," Dan gasped out. A bead of sweat was dripping down his face and Dan wiped it off shakily. "Wanna last. Want you to make me beg for it later. Wanna cum with you fucking me."

The sound of Dan's voice as he begged for more, begged to wait, begged for Phil to fuck, him, nearly made Phil come in his own pants. He moaned, panting softly in Dan's ear as his hips kicked, canted into the air, and nearly made him lose his breath with his own want. He was desperate to reach down and relieve some of the tension on his own dick, but Dan's hand was firm over his, forcing it away from Dan's dick, and Phil's other arm was too busy grasping to the seat behind him to even attempt to move it to his own dick. "Shit," he gasped against Dan, eyes fluttering closed. He wanted to kiss Dan, to get on his knees and suck him off right then and there, take him back home and fuck him so hard, he never forgot what Phil could do to him - but more than that, he just wanted to make this good for both of them, and so he released Dan and backed off. "I love you so much. You're so good for me, Dan," Phil managed, pulling away completely now so he could get himself under control.

At Dan's words, Phil let out a noise that should probably be illegal, his hips bucking in the air for a moment. It was as if he was as turned on as Dan was, and Dan had to close his eyes to get himself under control, to stop himself from reaching his own orgasm just from seeing Phil so turned on. He took a few deep breaths, whining deep in his throat when Phil pulled away from him completely once again. He tried to remind himself that it was all worth it, that he'd get rewarded later, but his cock was angry with him and it was rather painful. He gnawed on his lip, whimpering at Phil's words. "Love you too," he breathed out, pressing the palm of his hand into his eye to try and focus himself. "I want to be good for you."

It sent another rush of heat down Phil's spine to hear Dan say that like that. His voice was wrecked, and he was scrubbing at his eyes, and he wanted to be good for Phil. What else could Phil want in life? Before he could stop himself, Phil was shooting forwards and gripping Dan's chin in his hand only to drag him into another fierce kiss, teeth biting at Dan's lips before he soothed over the pain with soft little licks. Dan tasted to so good, was making little panting noises underneath him - and someone was clearing their throat. Phil pulled away from Dan with dazed eyes, only to realize a flashlight was on his face. He blinked up at the guy checking down the aisles, only to grimace a little and shake his head, relieved that they hadn't been doing anything else in that moment, and hoping their noises had been quiet enough. The attendant merely nodded, though, and continued on his way down the aisle, now his job was done, and then came back up it a few minutes later. All the while, Phil waited, tense, for him to be gone.

With Dan's admittance, Phil was suddenly surging forward and capturing Dan in a kiss that had him panting under him, in almost as much pleasure as he had been when Phil had his hands on him. Kissing Phil was just as good, in fact, especially when he was licking and biting and claiming Dan as his. It was hard to ground himself when Phil was practically attacking him and Dan ended up digging his nails into his palm to silence himself, to stop himself from making anymore noise. Good thing he did, too, because then someone was clearing their throat and Phil was ripping away from him, a bright light replacing the darkness of Dan's eyelids. He didn't open his eyes, trying his hardest to melt into the seat. He could practically feel the judging eyes of the attendant on them and he didn't want to seem even guiltier than he already was when they had a little stare down. So he stayed perfectly still, his arousal making him quiver, and tried his hardest to calm himself down. He stayed there for god knows how long, the sound of screams from the movie making his head swim. Finally, after hearing footsteps retreat for a second time, Dan opened his eyes to find Phil already staring at him, his gaze burning and intense, and Dan almost became a literal puddle once more.

It was so hard to keep his hands off of Dan, now. All Phil really wanted was to reach for him, touch him, make him make the noises he'd been making only a few moments before. But he had to pace himself, had to pace both of them, before he ruined the night entirely. Or, well, he supposed he couldn't possibly ruin the night, perse, but he'd ruin his plans, and that was nearly as bad. He just wanted to rile Dan up, try something new and go home to see just how spectacular an orgasm he could give both of them. Licking his lips, Phil leaned in once more to peck Dan quickly on the lips, before pulling away again. "Five minutes," he got out hoarsely, before reaching for the drink Dan had bought them and sucking it down quickly, suddenly incredibly thirsty.

Dan pouted as Phil took the drink, slurping it down quickly. He knocked his shoulder into Phil's, trying to distract himself by joking with his boyfriend. "Hey, you and your thirsty ass better save some for your amazing boyfriend," Dan whined, throwing in a pout just for good measure. Phil made a show to be much noisier and enjoy the drink much more, and Dan glared at him. He reached out and snatched it away from Phil, giggling triumphantly as he obtained it easily. "Mine," Dan said stubbornly, taking a sip even though he wasn't necessarily too thirsty. He needed to distract himself from his aching arousal, and joking with Phil was the perfect way to do so.

Phil snorted and nearly choked as Dan snatched the drink his hands away from him,and he made a loud complaining noise to make it clear to Dan that he was not happy about the circumstances they'd just been in. Dan didn't seem to care as he drank the soda just as loudly and enthusiastically as Phil had. Glaring at him, Phil couldn't help admitting that the joking around was definitely helping him to deal with his arousal. "Rude," he complained, and knocked shoulders with Dan. "You could share, Howell," he complained, though he knew Dan was just being dramatic for the sake of being dramatic, and that Phil had very much so not been sharing himself a few moments ago.

"I'll share when you learn to give me proper rights to our drink," Dan quipped back, wriggling his eyebrows and slurping through the straw again. He made sure to give an overly enthusiastic eye roll to show that the drink was seriously something he enjoyed more than anything, just to make Phil mad. After he had finished and had practically downed half of the drink, he finally gave it back to Phil with an obnoxious wink. He bumped Phil's shoulder again with his own, settling into his side. Now that he wasn't nearly as turned on, he actually craved Phil's touch, wanted to be touching him in any possible way. He put his head on Phil's shoulder despite being taller than him, and sighed happily, closing his eyes as Phil warmed up his entire body.

Phil was a little bit surprised, to say the least, when Dan quite suddenly leaned over to rest against him, curling into Phil's side and pressing his head into the crook of Phil's neck. It was a nice, soft gesture, but completely at odds with what they'd been doing before. In fact, it was so at odds that it took Phil a moment to process it, but when he did, the arousal burning in his belly seemed to relax almost completely, and he sighed blissfully. It was nice, just being able to rest with Dan like this, nothing else in the way to bother them, sweet and gentle. Phil always loved these moments, but it suddenly felt like a proper date again, like a proper first date, and Phil reached over to thread his fingers through Dan's nervously, despite knowing he wouldn't be rejected. This just felt... oddly more intimate than the teasing from before. Fuck five minutes ago... Phil just wanted to do this for a little while.

All Dan apparently needed was for Phil to relax into him, cuddling into his side like Dan was doing to him. He wasn't being chastised for it, not like he thought he was going to be in the first place, and it made Dan's entire body warm. He was practically bathing in it, humming quietly as he let his eyes slip closed in absolute bliss. What they'd been doing only five minutes ago was now just distant memories and Dan truly felt like they were in one of those corny teenage romcoms now. "I love you," he sighed, and maybe he said so often, but he wanted to make sure Phil was always aware of how he made him feel. With Phil by his side, Dan could do pretty much anything. It was more than he could have ever asked for.

A smile tugged at Phil's lips, and he closed his eyes to just soak this moment in. They said I love you a lot, both the kind of person needy for it, and it was good, but it was moments like these that made the words even better. There was just something about the way Dan's voice went all soft and adoring, something about the breathy feel of it, and the emotion he managed to convey, that meant something different to the other times. This was a declaration of absolute affection, like nothing could come between them, and Phil was glad for it. Gently, he turned his head, and pressed a kiss to Dan's shoulder, whispering back "I love you, too, Daniel Howell."

Dan giggled at Phil's use of his full name, a shock of warmth going through his entire body. He could probably listen to Phil saying his name all day if he truly wanted to, and shuffled just a little bit closer to Phil. He pressed a kiss to the side of Phil's neck for good measure and then began paying attention to the movie once more. It seemed as if the movie was reaching the climax, and Dan had hardly been able to pay attention to what had gone on at all. The only thing he truly cared about was that Phil was beside him and they were having the best first date he could have asked for. Not to mention that he was slightly excited to get out of the theater, just so they could make their way back home and spend the remainder of their time together doing god-knows-what.

The movie was reaching it's climax, something that both excited Phil, and disappointed him. He hadn't meant to get so caught up in all of the ridiculous things he was doing to Dan, but at the same time, he'd wanted to do so much more. Sneaking a glance at his boyfriend's face, Phil reached over to take his hand and squeeze his fingers in his before letting him go entirely again. He tried to keep his face as straight as he could as he worked himself up to do the one thing he'd been imagining all night, the one thing he thought would really get Dan on edge, and make tonight the best night they had ever had before. Slowly, Phil reached for the waistband of Dan's jeans, and started to work his fingers away at both his button and his zip, pulling them down as quick as he could when he was shaking so much. Dan shot him a questioning look that Phil ignored, pretending as if nothing was happening at all, and slowly, started to work his hands into Dan's jeans, finding the slit in his boxers to pull his dick out, fingers fluttering along the soft, silky skin he found there.

A few minutes passed before Phil was suddenly moving, dislodging Dan's head from Phil's shoulder. He didn't mind much, Phil probably had to get a drink or eat some popcorn, so it only confused him when Phil didn't reach for the food, but instead reached for Dan. Considering the situation, Dan really shouldn't have been taken so off guard by this except for the fact that Phil was suddenly messing with his trousers, undoing the button and shoving them down enough to free Dan's half-hardened cock from the restraints of the uncomfortable material. He sucked in a breath, gazing at Phil with amazement as Phil then found the slit through Dan's boxers. His fingers were shaking as he pulled Dan's cock out into the open air, where everyone could see, and Dan was quivering as well. He gasped out Phil's name quietly, arching his hips into his touch and hoping it would spur Phil on to actually move, to take care of Dan and pleasure him like Dan has been craving.

The quiet mewl of his name made Phil closed his eyes, desperate to get Dan to make that sound again, and despite his terror at getting Dan off like this, in public, where anyone can see him exposed at any second, Phil didn’t stop. It was just like that day with their friends, where Phil didn't even bother to pretend to be ashamed as he'd gotten Dan off. Now, now, Phil slowly got his fingers around Dan's cock, and finally started to stroke, determined as Dan bucked into him to not let him come, but to get him so close to the edge Dan thought he was going to die if he didn’t come now. Giving up on the pretense of doing nothing, Phil turned and pressed his face into Dan’s neck again, licking lightly over the marked skin. "Fuck, you're so hot," he whispered, gripping harder to give Dan that little bit more pressure he seemed to need, fisting his fingers over the head of Dan's cock, and drawing them tight back down. Phil played with Dan's foreskin, but he didn’t tease, stroking rough and hard and fast, just wanting to make Dan see stars only to take it away again at the very last minute.

When Phil began to move his fist over Dan's length, he nearly lost it. It was rather embarrassing that Phil could get Dan worked up so easily, could make him lose all control as soon as he got his hands on him, but Dan didn't particularly care at that moment. It felt too good, so surreal, that he wanted nothing more than to have Phil get him off and make him whine in front of everybody in the theater. The thrill of doing this in public where anybody could see was nearly as good as it felt to have Phil's hands all over him. Even though he had been winding down and not feeling nearly as turned on before, he was already achingly hard, throbbing in Phil's fist, and he could already feel the precome beading on his tip. Phil's fingers were soft and his grip was so firm, and Dan let out another quiet gasp as Phil started to lick at his sensitive neck. His parents were going to be pissed that Dan's neck was marked, but he didn't care. He didn't care when Phil bit down on his skin, or when he flicked his wrist in a way that made Dan mewl, or when he swiped his thumb through Dan's slit. The only thing he cared about was Phil. And Dan was about ready to fucking explode.

Dan was starting to get more vocal, his body moving in synch with Phil's ministrations, a sign that he was getting close, but Phil didn't let up just yet. He was far too invested in the sounds Dan was making as he bit and licked at the sensitive skin of his neck. Phil's own dick was growing impossibly hard, throbbing against the zip of his pants, but he didn't care. Right now was about Dan, and all Phil wanted was to get him off properly - except, no, he didn't. He'd meant to tease, not get so lost in the sensations himself that he let Dan come before Phil had had his way with him. With one final suck at Dan's neck, and one final upstroke of his hand, Phil quite suddenly let Dan go, and reached for his cheeks, dragging him into a heated kiss to distract them both from Dan's imminent orgasm and to keep Phil from reaching down and just finishing up the job already.

Dan was so close. He was teetering right at the edge, about to fucking burst. It didn't take him long at all before he had gotten to this point, but Phil had such skilled hands. After being with each other sexually for the amount of time that they had been, they both found that it was easy to know what turned the other on. This could be either a blessing or a curse, and Dan didn't know whether to be frustrated or grateful that Phil was doing something like this for him. He bit down on his lip - hard - as Phil continued to jerk him off even more intensely, biting and sucking at the one spot on Dan's neck that felt better than the rest. He was panting, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead, and he really hoped that nobody would see him now when he was so fucking close. His groin was clenching, and he tightened his hands into fists to steel himself for his oncoming orgasm- except, it never came. Because Phil was pulling away completely, Dan's dick suddenly without the warm tightness of Phil's hand, and Phil was then pulling him into a hot kiss before he could even get a whine out. His hips were still bucking erratically into the air, his cock pulsing with the need to release, and Dan could feel tears of frustration in his eyes. He was so fucking close. And while kissing Phil was nice, it wasn't enough. He needed more. He needed Phil to get inside of him as soon as fucking possible.

Dan was whining into his mouth. It was clear he had no ability to focus on the kiss, saliva dripping down the sides of Phil's mouth from his attempts to get it deeper, to make it good, - nearly as good as the orgasm Dan had just been refused. Phil would have felt bad if he didn't have better plans for Dan, if Dan hadn't agreed to this. As it was, all Phil wanted now was to get Dan out of this movie theater, and back home and into one of their rooms so he could fuck Dan within an inch of his life. But first, Phil needed to know if that was alright, because he could hear the credits of the movie beginning to roll, and Dan's dick was still out for the world to see. Pulling back from his attack on Dan's mouth, Phil leaned into his ear instead. "Are you okay? Can you wait until we get home? I wanna take care of you, Dan. Please," Phil whimpered, reaching down to palm at his own erection for the first time all night, hips bucking into his touch the same way Dan's hips were bucking into nothing. "You're such a good boy," he gasped as he realized that Dan wasn't even reaching for himself. Phil would have. Phil would have reached for himself in an instant.

The kiss was sloppy, one that Dan wasn't necessarily proud of himself for. Phil was trying his hardest to make it pleasurable for the both of them, to make it a good and hot kiss, but Dan wasn't able to focus on anything. There was dribble running down the sides of their mouths, and Dan was making noises in the back of his throat that only made it worse. He barely noticed when the credits began to roll because he was so focused on Phil and his arousal, only noticing when Phil pulled away and started to speak to him. He could tell that his own eyes were probably glassy, his cheeks as red as his lips. His ears were roaring and Phil was looking as him like he was the hottest thing in the entire world. "I- yeah," Dan managed, wriggling his hips a bit. He was still horribly exposed but he didn't know if he could manage touching anything down there at the moment without wanting to just continue the job. So he waited, trying to angle his hips away from everyone walking past. He watched with hungry eyes as Phil began to palm himself and let out a small whimper as Phil called him a good boy. "Phil," Dan gasped out, putting his hands over his face to try and cool himself down. "Need you." It seemed as if Dan couldn't form any proper sentences at the moment, but he knew that Phil didn't mind.

"Yeah, yeah. I got you, baby," Phil muttered, already reaching for him to draw him back into an intense kiss, hoping it would not only distract them both, but keep anyone from glancing over at them at the end of aisle. Dan had shifted his lower body to hide the fact that he was most definitely exposed right now, and Phil wished he could lean over and just look, but he knew if he did, he'd be too tempted to get his mouth on his boyfriend. They couldn't afford that right now. So Phil just kissed him instead, took charge and tried to make Dan feel better about the lack of orgasm, coaxing his tongue out and playing with it lightly, nibbling on his lips, and sucking at his mouth until his lips were so cherry red, no one could mistake what they'd been doing. In fact, Dan's neck was probably a mess as well. That wasn't going to be easy to hide. Finally, the movie credits seemed to start dying out, and, terrified the cleaners would catch them, Phil released Dan's mouth to instead help him clean up. "You're so good, Dan. Better than me," Phil gasped, reaching for his dick and helping to tuck it away for Dan, who shuddered at his touch and whined the way he usually did when he was over sensitive. Phil couldn't imagine how over sensitive he felt now. "I would have asked to come, Dan. You're so strong, baby." As soon as Dan was all tucked away, Phil dragged him in for one last kiss, lingering and sweet, before adjusting himself in his own trousers and standing to reach for their leftover food. The popcorn had been mostly finished, the drink long gone, and the chocolates untouched. "Come on," he insisted, offering Dan his hand. "Let's get you home."

Dan didn't think he would ever get used to having Phil call him 'baby'. It was such an endearing nickname, one that Dan had never thought he'd like before. Usually, it was he who was calling a girlfriend by the name, but he'd never thought he'd be the one to like it when another man called him his baby. He did, though. He liked it a lot. Phil's kisses definitely weren't helping Dan to calm down much, just because he was so damn good at it, but at least Phil wasn't trying to touch him anymore. He reciprocated the kiss as best as he could, trying to focus on Phil's lips more than his own arousal. It was working slightly and before Dan knew it, he was only half hard and Phil was pulling away from him once more. Dan didn't want to stop kissing but he knew he's have to, that way they didn't get caught. "I knew you'd take care of me," Dan whispered, wincing as Phil tucked him away and zipped him back into his trousers. That was fucking uncomfortable and he was so sensitive it almost hurt. "I wanted both of us to feel really good later. Knew it'd be worth it." Phil kissed him once more and they stood up, Dan wavering on his feet a little bit. His legs felt like jelly but he refused to let that fact get in his way of going home and getting Phil just how he wanted him.

It made Phil so happy to know how much Dan wanted more than what Phil had been offering, and he felt another surge of arousal spark through him to hear that Dan wanted to wait for him. The power that gave him was too much, almost, except they both knew that Phil would never abuse it. He couldn't - he would hate himself too much for that. Still, Phil had to stop for a moment and close his eyes to pull himself back together before he could take Dan's hand and continue to walk with him. Feeling particularly emotional and clingy himself, Phil drew Dan close into his side, and held him as they both walked. The trek home, he worried, was going to be a long one. "I'll always take care of you," Phil finally responded as they exited the theater room, having to stop and swallow thickly. It was just, he loved Dan so much, and the trust between them in this was... massive. "I just want to get you home. GIve you anything you want, baby," Phil promised, so, so tempted to just stop and shove Dan up against a wall right there and then.

Dan smiled fondly and cuddled into Phil's side as he pulled him close. He loved being next to Phil, loved feeling, well, loved. Phil was warm and familiar and he knew that he would take care of him no matter what they did together. He allowed Phil to lead them, head too much in the clouds to really pay attention to their surroundings. "I can't wait to get home," Dan mused, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of Phil's neck. He sighed and nuzzled his nose against the skin there before backing away and continuing to follow Phil out of the theater. "This better be worth the wait," Dan teased, bumping his hip into Phil and flashing him a wide smile.

Honestly, Phil couldn't wait to get home either. There was nothing more he wanted than to have Dan writhing on the bed underneath him, right now, and if he had it his way, Dan would be riding him for once. It was Phil's personal favorite position, next to taking Dan from behind, but he liked it even better because he got to watch Dan pleasure himself on Phil's cock and see his face. Even thinking of it now made Phil shiver, until he was sending Dan a hungry look at his teasing and the bump to his hip. "I promise," Phil said, his voice all husky with want, cock twitching in his jeans. Dan's pupils enlarged, and Phil thought, maybe, Dan was having a similar response in his own black trousers. "God, Dan. I'm going to make you see stars."

While Dan's comment was relatively innocent, Phil's mind seemed to go to a completely different place. Dan saw his eyes darken, could see the way Phil's face was suddenly filled with lust and longing, and he was fixing Dan with a gaze that made Dan's hands start to quiver. His neglected cock twitched in his jeans, painfully sensitive, but he didn't try to touch himself now. He would wait for Phil, he would make sure that he could be a good boy for Phil. He made a low whimpering sound in his throat, gripping hard onto Phil's hand and trying not to think about how it would feel to finally have Phil's cock buried deep inside of him. He managed a small 'please' but otherwise couldn't seem to find his voice. How would they do it this time? He would probably do anything Phil asked of him at this point. He just needed to get home.

Dan's whimpered "Please," was so hoarse and quiet it almost wasn't there at all, and it pulled at Phil's cock until he was just as desperate as Dan, feeling like he must be leaking by now. All Phil needed in life was to get Dan home and into his bed, so he didn't waste anymore time in speed walking Dan back to Dan’s house. They'd originally agreed to head back there because Phil had though Dan's parents wouldn't know they were a couple, and a sleepover would mean less, but even with that new factor involved, Phil didn't mind going to Dan's. He did like being there, after all, and it only made it better that they kind of sort of had permission to be together now. Phil knew Dan's parents weren't going to stop them from doing anything as they seemed to understand they'd already done things in the past. As soon as they reached Dan's doorstep, however, Phil started to grow a little nervous. It wasn't that late, and he could see the flicker of a TV screen from the window. Phil swallowed… would they be allowed in Dan's room alone together?

It seemed as if something clicked inside of Phil because he was suddenly walking so quickly that Dan could barely keep up with him. He managed, though, taking longer strides in attempt to ignore the nagging hardness in his trousers. Soon enough, they were approaching Dan’s doorstep, and only then did Phil start to slow down. In fact, he seemed to stop completely, looking at the door with something akin to hesitation. Dan touched his shoulder lightly, trying to comfort him while wondering what was wrong. "Are you okay?" Dan murmured quietly.

"Your parents are still awake," Phil mumbled as he turned back around. "I - I - I thought they'd be asleep. I uhm... Should we swap houses?" Phil asked, unsure. Did they need to go back to his own, instead, or find a place to - to finish what Phil had started without thinking things through. "I don't want to get you in trouble, or make you wait any longer than you already have," Phil explained quietly, flicking his gaze back into the window where he'd seen the light from a TV.

Dan hesitated, looking between his house and Phil. Now that Phil had mentioned it, he could also see the television flickering through the window shades and he was filled with uncertainty. Obviously his parents knew he was having a healthy sex life. But would they be okay with him trudging Phil up to his room, obvious hickies all over his neck and stiff arousal coursing through him? Would they just let it slide? Would Dan have to watch his actions and make himself be quiet? Could he even be quiet after being edged for so long? Gnawing on his lip, he turned back to Phil and cocked his head to the side. "Is your mum home? My only issue is I don't know if I can necessarily... be quiet today."

Phil's mum was definitely home, but she also wasn't expected Dan or Phil to come back to her place today. If Dan couldn't be quiet, for all Phil knew, she was going to end up with the scare of her life to hear them around. Nervous, Phil nodded his head. "Yeah, she is. Uhm..." Phil trailed off. He really, really didn't think doing this in public was a good idea, and he hadn't brought any lube or any condoms. They were definitely not at the stage where Dan could even think of taking Phil without lube, and Phil was not a fan of barebacking when they hadn’t been tested yet. He bit his lip, turned to Dan. "Do you think - what do you think of us - maybe we could turn on your tv, put a movie on? If they're watching something downstairs, maybe they won't notice? Or like... how much trouble do you think you'd get in?" Phil asked.

With the news that Phil's mum was home, Dan could feel his stomach drop before new hope started to raise in his chest at Phil's next words. If they happened to put a movie on, there was a higher possibility that they could avoid any noise leaking downstairs. Hell, even if they just put on Dan's record player super loud, they could probably get away with it. Slowly, Dan started nodding. "It could work," he said, excitement showing in his voice. Before Phil could reply, he was grabbing Phil's hand and yanking open the door, tugging him inside. Just like he was prepared for, his mum turned to look at him from the couch. "Dan?" She asked. "How was your date?" Dan didn't stop to chat, continuing to tug Phil towards the stairs to his room. "Date was great, I bought him a shake and we saw a dumb movie. We're going to go watch another dumb movie and get ready for our sleepover." He said it in a rush and he could feel the surprise coming off of Phil in waves, but he didn't comment on it. "Okay honey. Have fun!" Dan's mum called after them, but Dan was already upstairs, closing the door behind them and rifling through his stack of movies.

Phil didn't even get a chance to react, to say or do anything, really, before Dan was grabbing tight to his hand and pushing open his front door. The next few moments were a whirlwind, with Phil hardly having a chance to toss Dan's parents a quick smile before Dan was rushing past the doorway to the lounge and zipping up the stairs, shouting over his shoulder about dumb movies and milkshakes. Phil fully expected Dan's mum to stop them, to call them back, but she didn't, telling them to have fun while Dan tugged Phil through his bedroom door and closed the door behind him. Eyes wide, Phil watched as Dan started to shuffle through his stacks of DVD's. "Holy shit, Dan," Phil murmured, rock hard in his jeans. "Brazen, much?" he asked, growing excited.

"Shut up," Dan hissed, trying to figure out which movie to put on that would be loud enough to hide their actions. He ended up picking The Revenant, feeling slightly weird about having sex to a fucking bear attack but sliding it into the dvd player regardless. As he was doing so, he was speaking, voice low and demanding. "If I don't have your cock in me within the next five minutes, you will have a very cranky boyfriend on your hands," Dan stated nonchalantly. He straightened up, clicking through the advertisements of the movie until he was on the home screen. Pressing play, Dan turned and gave Phil a sly smile. "I think I've waited long enough," he purred.

The words went straight to Phil's dick, and his mouth fell open at the very thought of it. All he wanted was to be buried inside of Dan at this point. He could already feel it, able to remember quite clearly just how warm and tight Dan always was for him. Phil found himself moaning before he could help himself, and instantly started to pull at his belt buckle, sliding his belt from his jeans rather quickly. "Is the door locked?" Phil asked, breathless, as he wrestled with his jeans next, bulge pressing tight against it and making it difficult to pull his zip down without getting distracted. He wanted so badly to just palm himself while he watched Dan, but being inside of him would be about a million times better, Phil was sure.

"Door's locked," Dan said nonchalantly. He crossed his arms as he watched Phil struggle with the belt and zip of his trousers, slightly amused but mostly impatient. After a few seconds had passed and Phil still hadn't managed to take his jeans off, Dan sighed with exasperation. "Oh my god, just get them off already," Dan whined. He crossed the space between them, shoving Phil's shaking hands out of the way to replace them with his own. He nearly moaned aloud at the feel of Phil's bulge finally in his hand, but the sound of the movie swallowed his noise. "You're taking far too long. I don't appreciate that," Dan murmured mindlessly, marveling at the expanse of skin that showed as he unzipped Phil's trousers and shoved them past his milky thighs.

Phil was more thankful than he could say when Dan marched right on up to him to take care of him himself, and he shivered at the sound of Dan's voice as he claimed that Phil was taking too long. If it meant Dan would help him, Phil didn't care how long it took him - he just wanted Dan, wanted to touch him already, to have him all over him, and fuck, the way it felt to have Dan cupping his dick like that, holding him... "Please," Phil whispered as Dan moaned, the sound lost to the sound of the movie Dan had put on. "Dan," Phil gasped, stepping out of his pants the minute Dan shoved them past his legs. Phil reached for the hem of his shirt and tore it over his head thoughtlessly, reaching for Dan instantly and dragging him in for a hot kiss.

Kissing a mostly naked Phil while he was still completely dressed was something that Dan didn't think he'd ever get used to. It made him feel powerful, dominant like Phil usually was. Phil was kissing him so passionately that it made Dan's knees weak. His fingers trailed over the naked skin of Phil's back and chest, finally feeling him like he'd wanted to so bad during the movie. He bit down on Phil's lip harshly, tugging him closer until he could feel Phil's bulge rubbing against his own. It made him whine in his throat and he backed away, panting. "Phil, I'm gonna fucking explode if you don't touch me right now," Dan whimpered, giving his dominance easily back to Phil.

It was a strange role reversal for a moment, with Dan being the one fully dressed and touching Phil while Phil remained completely vulnerable to him, but Dan gave the dominance up so completely so quickly that Phil couldn't say no. He just reached for Dan at his request and grabbed the hem of his shirt to drag it over his head, tossing it over his shoulder in his haste and then grabbing Dan's belt loops with his fingers to drag him forward until they were both stumbling backwards. Phils legs hit the bed, and then they went tumbling backwards, with Dan in top of Phil and their crotches pressed tight together by Phil's hold. "You're gonna ride me, Dan Howell," Phil growled into his ear. "And you aren't going to come until I tell I do," he added before dragging Dan back into a hungry kiss. Phil knew he wasn't going to last long at all anyway, but it was the words that mattered.

Thankfully, Phil was abiding by Dan’s wishes and was all too eagerly gaining back his dominance. He easily dragged off Dan's shirt before allowing them both to tumble on the bed. Dan groaned, high pitched and needy as their crotches were pressed tight together. He hadn't known how much he'd needed the stimulation until now, and he was already so close to coming that he could feel it thrumming under his skin. But then Phil's words were echoing through his skull, bringing him back to reality, and Dan whined into the skin of Phil's neck. He didn't know how long he could wait, honestly, and he was quite certain he was going to cum as soon as Phil's cock was inside of him, but he didn't dare complain. Not now, when he was finally getting what he wanted. "Anything," Dan gasped out, head spinning. "Just- fucking do something to me, Phil! I'll be a good boy, I promise!"

Dan saying things like that, they always went straight to Phil's dick, and before he could stop himself, he was grasping at Dan's button and forcing it through the hole, not bothering with Dan's zipper before he tugged at the waistband of Dan's pants and yanked them down to his knees. "Off. Now," Phil insisted, struggling with his own boxers, and not bothering to get them anywhere past his cock. He just needed to be out, he didn't care if Dan soiled his clothing. He needed Dan now. Dan climbed off of him just long enough to strip himself of his clothing, and while he did that, Phil scrambled for the lube he knew to be under Dan's pillow. There was a condom there as well, which made Phil smirk, and he slicked up his fingers instantly while Dan clambered back over the top of him. "Spread your legs," Phil insisted, before moving his hand between them and staring up at Dan, finger teasing at his rim. "Be my good boy," he whispered, before pressing it in.

Trying his best to do as Phil said, Dan began to remove his clothing, hazardously throwing them across the room in his rush. His skin prickled as the coolness of the air touched him, and he shivered, but soon enough he was back in Phil's warm arms, letting out a slight displeased noise that Phil hadn't removed his boxers all the way. He didn't get to express his displeasure, though, because Phil was telling him to spread his legs, to be good, and there was no way in hell Dan couldn't just listen to him. He obliged, spreading his legs further from where he was sitting atop of Phil's lap. It forced his back to arch slightly, sticking his ass out, and he shivered as Phil's lubed finger circled his rim. Dan was about to gripe at him to get a move on, and then Phil was finally getting his finger inside of him. Dan's head fell to the side, his jaw slack. His body was so sensitive that it sent sparks shooting up his spine at just the single intrusion. He wanted more. Dan's head fell to Phil's shoulder and he whined loudly, trying to get Phil's finger ever deeper, thankful that he'd turned the sound of his television up so high.

The minute Phil's finger pressed past Dan's rim, Dan was collapsing into him. The movement made Dan's back arch delicious, caused his ass to push backwards in the most beautiful of ways, and made his lean body fit against Phil's perfectly. Phil groaned at the sight of it, and used the hand not currently stretching Dan open to run his hand down the curve of Dan's body. Phil was never going to get over his beautiful Dan's body was, how pretty and smooth he felt, how good he was under Phil's hands, and he ended up mouthing along Dan's jawline and neck as he moved his finger in and out. Dan was already so loose, so pliant against him, that Phil did not hesitate to just go ahead and press a second finger in alongside the first. He did meet resistance then, as he always did, but he never rushed. Phil was so, so careful, because as much as Dan could enjoy pain, stretching improperly could make things so, so much worse than it was worth. "I love you so much, Dan. You look so beautiful under me, your back arched all pretty, your bum pressing back against me. I can feel your cock pulsing against my stomach. Want it inside me one day, wanna feel you fuck me so deep I can feel you on the inside too. Not tonight, though - no, no tonight you're gonna fuck yourself on me, Dan. You're gonna fuck yourself on me until I come, and then I'm gonna watch you come undone on top of me, too."

Dan was on fire. He could barely keep himself upright on top of Phil because he felt so fucking good all over. Phil was running one hand all over his body, caressing him and leaving trails of heat all over Dan's skin. When he started to put in a second finger along with his first, Dan tried to relax his body to make the process easier. While fingering was pleasurable to Dan, he also knew that this was a vital part of their sex life that couldn't be rushed no matter what. Regardless, Dan liked the feeling of being stretched open, of having Phil get him ready for his cock. When Phil started to speak, Dan's hips bucked and a low whine escaped his throat. He thought of the image Phil put into his head, of having his cock buried deep inside of Phil. He had no doubt in his mind that Phil would be so warm, so tight, and Dan would have the pleasure of knowing that he would be the very first person to ever have his cock inside of Phil. "Love you," Dan whispered. He shivered and started to fuck himself on Phil's fingers - just slightly. Phil was going so slow and he needed him now. "I would like that someday. You'd be so gorgeous all laid out for me, my cock buried deep inside of you. I can't wait to show you how good you make me feel." Dan shivered and tried to push the image away, that way he didn't cum too early. "Fuck Phil, I need you inside me. I've been waiting so long," Dan whined.

Phil had to close his eyes, gasping against Dan's neck as Dan started to push himself backwards, started to fuck himself on Phil's fingers, just as slow as Phil as Phil slowly started to scissor them outwards. Dan's body was so warm and accepting of him, used to the intrusion, used to Phil pressing inside of him, stroking along his walls. The way he was speaking, though, that was what was really getting to Phil. He couldn't even imagine how it would feel to have Dan inside of him. They'd not even tried fingering Phil before, Dan far too obsessed with the sensation to trade off just yet, and while Phil didn't mind, seeing how badly Dan wanted his cock was making him curious as to how good it could feel - not to mention, he really was turned on by the idea of Dan's dick being inside of him, practically massaging his belly button from the inside. Phil knew that wasn't technically possible, but the idea of it - he'd always gotten off on that. "I know, love, I know. Shh, I promise, I promise, just a little bit longer." Phil was terrified of hurting Dan. He knew it wouldn't hurt in the moment, but the results could be disastrous. After they'd gotten home from camp, Phil had done research, and the possibility that he could have torn something inside of Dan had broken his heart. Not doing a thorough enough stretching could cause bleeding and the like, and Phil was not having that. Still, Dan's dick was leaking, throbbing as he fucked himself slowly, so Phil went ahead and pressed in a third finger slowly, before allowing Dan to keep moving on top of him.

"Phil, Phil, Phil!" Dan exclaimed loudly, inhaling deeply as Phil was suddenly pressing in a third finger. The stretch was absolutely delicious and it took a few moments for Dan's body to get used to it, but when he was, he started the slow ministrations of his hips once more. Phil was scissoring his fingers, stretching Dan open as wide as he could, and Dan was so glad once again that his television was on so loud. He just hoped his parents wouldn't try to come up the stairs and hear Dan moaning, because that could be embarrassing as hell. In order to make himself stop from begging Phil for more - he knew that they needed to be careful, so he didn't want to push it - he latched his mouth onto Phil's collar bone and bit down harshly, hoping he was going to leave a pretty red mark.

It was almost too much, when Dan quite suddenly leaned over and bit hard at Phil's exposed collarbones. Phil knew why, knew Dan was trying to control himself, to allow Phil to take care of him, but it was the most intense and delicious feeling ever. Phil loved it when Dan bit him, loved it when Dan did just about anything to him, but in particular if it meant leaving marks behind that showed just how much pleasure Phil had given to Dan. His own finger nails dug into Dan's skin as he swiped them down Dan's back. Dan arched into the touch, his hips stuttering and his back shifting until his dick was pressing up into Phil's flesh. Fuck, how Phil wanted to touch that, to have that in his mouth, or to tease it with his fingers, but he'd pushed Dan enough as it was, if the sweat on his forehead wasn't obvious enough at that point. "Dan," Phil gasped as Dan bit down again, laving and licking over his flesh, finger stuttering inside of Dan. It was hard to keep a good pace, a proper stretch, when Dan was biting at him. Phil's cock throbbed, and all he wanted was to press himself in already.

One of the things that Dan would never get tired of was how Phil reacted to his bites. No matter how harshly Dan bit down, Phil would find it pleasurable, would keen underneath Dan and run his fingernails down Dan's back. Dan could feel his nails biting into his skin, making him arch again under the touch and press closer to Phil. His cock was pressed tight to the squishy skin of Phil's stomach, creating delicious friction and making him moan into Phil's skin. He pressed back down onto Phil's fingers, lifting his head from Phil's collarbone and admiring the dark red mark painted there. He pressed his thumb into it in awe. "You're like a fucking painting," Dan murmured, licking his lips and allowing his eyes to rake over his boyfriend's apparel. He loved the way Phil's black hair was mussed and tousled over the white of his pillow, his lips cherry red, and his eyes glossy with lust. He was the most gorgeous thing Dan had ever seen.

"Your painting," Phil agreed, panting harshly and hardly able to keep his eyes open to look at Dan. It was just, everything about Dan was attractive, beyond attractive, even, and Phil wanted nothing more than to have him like this forever. It was mostly just the lust talking, but Phil was always attracted to Dan, and having him completely naked and disheveled on top of Phil, desperate with his need to come, was all the better. Phil bit his lip, and grunted as his hips bucked up against Dan, just needing some kind of friction. Dan felt so good on top of him, to the point where Phil found himself throwing his head back on the pillow with his own desire to come, all the while finger fucking Dan as slowly as he could manage and stretching him open to take Phil's cock. "God, Dan. Are you ready?" he asked. "I'm not gonna last."

Dan nearly jumped on the chance as soon as it was presented. He was vibrating with the anticipation, nodding erratically and wriggling his hips, somewhat like a happy dog. "I've been ready," Dan growled, his patience wearing out as he thought of everything Phil could have done to him by now. Everything that Phil hadn't done yet. He was ready, more than ready. He wanted Phil's cock in him. But he waited. He waited for Phil's okay, giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes he could possibly manage. "Can I pretty please with sugar on top fuck myself on you?" Dan asked sweetly, moving to sit up on Phil's thighs. His mouth watered at the sight of Phil's dick, all hard and red and leaking precome, standing tall against Phil's pale stomach.

Phil had just wanted to make sure that Dan was prepared enough, never wanting him to hurt in the aftermath because they'd both been too desperate and too needy to just do it already. The rush wasn't worth the extra pain or Dan potentially never wanting to do this again. Still, when Dan pulled off of Phil's fingers to sit up straight on his thighs, and he stared down at Phil with those insanely dark eyes, whispering the strangest string of words he’d ever that that still managed to be arousing just from the way he said it, Phil gave in with a loud groan. "Yes, yes, yes," he chanted, canting his hips up and reaching down to fist himself for a second, stroking over his hard length and gasping at the feeling of it. He was aching, absolutely aching for it, and he just wanted Dan to sit on him already. Dan, who Phil could feel moving, Dan, who, when Phil opened his eyes, looked to be panting, red faced and needy. Phil reached for his hips, one hand sliding up his body to end up tangled in his hair, and dragged him into a fierce kiss, nipping at Dan's lips because he could and because Dan liked it and because Dan always wanted to be dominated. Bossy bottom he might be, but, well, Phil knew what he liked by now. "Fuck yourself on me," Phil whispered, and bit at Dan's lips once more. "Want you too, Daniel. Want you to use me."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Phil was kissing him. Dan could barely breathe. He could feel Phil's hands gripping him, their bodies flush tight together, and he wanted more, more, more. So when Phil was offered, telling him to fuck himself on him, Dan was suddenly scrambling off of Phil to rifle through his bedside drawer. He heard Phil's noise of complaint, but he didn't bother to explain as he grabbed a foil packet and clambered back onto Phil's thighs. While Dan had thought about not using condoms with Phil before, they both hadn't talked about it with each other yet so he would rather take their usual precautions and not regret their decisions later on. As quickly as possible, Dan tore open the packet and started to roll it onto Phil's length, humming as his hand came in contact with Phil's girth. It was heavy and hard in his hand, and he would love to get it in his mouth. But not now. No, he had other plans for now. He snatched the lube up from beside Phil and started to spread it over Phil's cock before moving himself so Phil's tip was pressed against his entrance. He waited, looking at Phil with pleading eyes. "Can I?" he begged. "Please." He was about desperate at this point, so when Phil gave the okay, Dan didn't hesitate and sank down onto Phil, mouth dropping open in a moan.

It was incredibly distressing to have Dan pulling away from him, and Phil was whining before he could help himself, tangled up in the boxers he'd failed to take off completely and so unable to properly chase after Dan. He ended up kind of just attempting to stretch his body after Dan and failing, his hips arching into nothing as he watched Dan scramble in his bedside drawer for the missing condom of earlier, before returning and rolling it onto Phil. The feeling of Dan's hand engulfing him, even just to put on the condom, made his breathing hitch, and he tried to spread his legs some, but his boxers were still in the way, and then Dan was lubing him up and - and - "Fuck me," Phil said, and Dan slammed himself home. The feeling of Dan's tight heat surrounding Phil's cock made him surge forward to take Dan's mouth into his, licking into him aggressively until split was pooling down the sides of their mouths. Phil didn't care, reaching for Dan's hips already and moving them of his own accord, even as Dan tried to fuck himself onto Phil. Phil needed the control, though, was desperate for it, and canted his hips up and down as he moved Dan's hips for him. His back was no longer against the bed as he bent forward to get Dan at the best angle, to continue kissing him while they did this, feeling the heat curl in his belly already. He'd been hard for so long, desperate for so long, and he truly did not think he was going to last. It didn't help with all the low sounds Dan was making against his mouth, under his tongue, unable to focus on the kiss any better than Phil. Phil's fingers tightened on Dan’s hips, one hand moved to scratch his nails up Dan's spine. "Dan," he moaned into Dan's mouth. "Dan, I'm so - I - fuck, Dan, Dan."

Dan didn't waste any time to bottom out, knowing he could take all of Phil's cock. The stretch was delicious and he loved how he could feel Phil so deep inside of him, loved how he could feel exactly where they were connected. It took him a moment to recover from the initial shock and pleasure of sinking down on Phil's dick, and he didn't even get the chance to fully before Phil was kissing him - hard. It was sloppy and messy and Dan was trying and failing to move his hips in a nice rhythm. He could feel Phil sliding in and out of him, slick with lube and so thick. All of the sensations made Dan a moaning and writhing mess on top of Phil. He couldn't control himself, but luckily Phil didn't expect him to. Phil was gripping his hips with so much strength it would surely leave bruises, manhandling Dan's hips so he was moving up and down to Phil's liking. It was dirty and hard and Dan always was a slut for Phil being dominant. "Fu-uck," Dan groaned out, sitting up a big straighter and bracing himself with his hands on Phil's chest. He used Philms chest as leverage to fuck himself harder, slamming his hips down onto Phil's cock like his life depended on it. He could already feel himself drawing close, knew he wasn't going to last long. He only hoped he could last longer than Phil did. "Feels so good," Dan whined.

It didn't take long for Dan to move his hands to Phil's chest and shove him back down onto the bed, pulling away so the only parts of them really touching anymore were their hips and Dan's hands on Phil's chest. Phil didn't have it in him to complain when Dan started to really ride Phil, shoving himself up and down roughly and at a rather quick pace - not that Phil could blame him. His own hands had fallen back to the bed, and he wanted so badly to reach for Dan's cock to stroke him off, but Phil was so blissed out he couldn't think straight anymore. All of his senses were assaulted by Dan, leaving neither of them any room other than to just attempt to consume each other. Dan was so tight on him, as he always was despite the stretching, and the way he moved caused him to keep hitting all the perfect spots, getting Phil deeper inside of him. It was not long before Phil had been reduced to a fucking puddle of nothing but panting gasps and ragged breaths. The heat in his stomach coiled tighter and tighter. Phil reached for Dan. "Gonna - gonna fill you up," Phil gasped. "Dan, gonna - gonna make you mine. All mine. For the whole world to see, Dan, fuck, just like that!" Dan kept going, stretching his body so the angle would allow him to take as much of Phil's cock as possible, and the fact that he could never seized to amaze Phil when he'd read online that it could be too much for some men. Phil's hands tried to caress Dan as best as he could, but when the orgasm ripped through him, he was unable to do anything except moan and scrabble for a half, gasping Dan's name again and again and wishing he could give his boyfriend so much more.

Riding Phil was turning out to be one of Dan's new favourite positions. He liked the way it got Phil so much deeper inside of him, hitting him just how Dan liked, obliging to Dan's wishes. He loved the feeling of sitting on Phil's cock, of being stretched open so wide. Phil's hips were bucking slightly, just enough to help Dan bounce on his cock, and each thrust went straight into Dan's prostate. Dan was moaning, clenching around Phil to make it more pleasurable for the both of them. When Phil gasped out dirty words, Dan could feel that they were both already so, so close. His cock was leaking and he could feel Phil's thrusts getting slightly more erratic. "Fill me up," Dan panted out. He could feel his orgasm start to charge towards him, so he reached down with one hand and grasped the base of his dick to stave himself off. He had to be a good boy for Phil. "Come on Phil, make me yours. I want your cum." He knew the words were pointless. Phil was wearing a condom, which is what he'd actually be filling up, but the words seemed to send Phil over the edge anyways. He came hard, his hips stuttering in a way that made Dan whine. This was always Dan's favourite part because he could feel Phil's cock pulsing, spilling into the condom, holding Dan in place so he was buried deep inside of him. Dan moaned loudly, swiping his thumb over the head of his cock. He needed to come, it was building inside of him and begging for release. "Phil, please?" Dan begged. "I need to come. I've been such a good boy for you. Can I please come?"

Phil's hips stuttered erratically, and his jaw had fallen open in ecstasy, trying desperately to get himself as deep as he could to make the pleasure of orgasm last longer. Dan was clenching around him as well, still trying to move, groaning on top of Phil, and Phil couldn't help wondering what it must feel like for Dan. Unfortunately, he was so blissed out and boneless that despite wanting to reach for Dan, he couldn't, couldn't take his cock in hand and take care of him. What was worse was how long it took him to realize that Dan was waiting for permission to come, and Phil felt another surge of arousal and another wave of orgam crash through him at Dan calling himself a good boy. "So good, so good, so good, come for me," Phil managed, this feeling working to overwhelm him completely until he absolutely had to close his eyes just to gain his senses back. His chest was heaving, and he could feel Dan coming apart on top if him, cum landing on Phil's chin, and he didn't even care because he knew that it meant he'd made Dan feel good and that was all that mattered. Dan had been so fucking good for him, Phil wanted to give him the world back.

When Phil gave him the okay, that was all Dan needed to quite literally explode. With one more stroke of his cock, he was coming hard all over Phil's chest. His body sagged, mouth falling open as a moan ripped out of him, and his body was quivering with the force of his orgasm. He clenched hard around Phil's softening dick, hips moving slightly to stimulate his prostate just that little bit more, and he was sure this was the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Dan cried out, raising his other fist and biting hard on his knuckle to stifle himself. Phil's hands were resting limply on his hips, thumbs stroking the naked skin there but not moving otherwise. Dan watched through half lidded eyes as a droplet of cum splattered on Phil's chin. He would have laughed if he had the energy, but he didn't, so he ended up just collapsing on Phil's chest, not even caring that they were both messy and streaked with cum.

Phil was far too out of it to be very aware of himself just then, so when Dan collapsed onto his chest, muttering expletives as he came, Phil could do nothing but just let him. He didn't have the energy to hold him, wasn’t sure if he was holding Dan at all at that point, and wanted nothing more than to go to bed now. He was just - he was so overwhelmed and happy and blissed out. Today had been pretty fucking amazing, especially for a first date, and everything had gone just how Phil would have wanted it too. Dan had come out to his parents, they were out to the world now, no longer hiding their affections, and Phil had gotten to try something new with Dan in the bedroom. His lips were quirking with a smile as he came down from his high, shifting hands he realized were on Dan’s hips up and over his back to hold him properly. "I love you," he told Dan, and meant every word of it. "You are, without a doubt, the best thing that has ever happened to me." Both of their chests were heaving, they were panting and trying to come down from their high, but Phil thought the words were important, and the teasing all night had been totally worth it.

Dan was floating. It seemed as if an intense orgasm was exactly what he’d needed to end the day with, along with Phil's arms wrapped around him and sweet words being whispered in his ear. He smiled, his cheek squished to Phil's sweaty chest, and hummed tiredly. "Love you too," Dan murmured, yawning. He felt as if he could sleep for years with Phil as his comfortable pillow. "I'm glad I met you over the summer. I don't think my life would be as great as it is now if I hadn't." And it was true. This summer was a roller coaster for the both of them, with Dan figuring out his sexuality, losing his virginity, and making the ultimate best friend that he'd been looking for his entire life. Dan didn't want to think of how his life would be if he hadn't met Phil.

"Me too," Phil agreed softly, shifting his hips some and feeling his cock slip out of Dan. Dan whined, but Phil knew it was for the best as he reached down carefully to pull the condom off. He didn't have the hands to tie it off at the moment, so he just kind of held onto it until he could move again, and let himself relax. At the very least, Dan wouldn't be in too much pain overnight now with Phil staying inside of him too long. "I'm glad I let my mum convince me to go to that camp," he added softly, pressing a kiss to Dan's sweaty head, shifting a little bit more uncomfortably, and managing to get the condom tied off. He dropped it because he knew he could, knew he'd remember to take care of it later, or in the morning, whichever came first, and then just went ahead and went back to holding Dan. "Because you've taught me more than I ever expected to learn about love, and all that comes with it. You, Dan... are amazing." And today had only gone to show Phil jus thow amazing. Dan had quelled so many of Phil's insecurities, and given Phil more than he'd ever imagined he would get from someone else. Their relationship so far had been a roller coaster of firsts and insecurities, but Phil wouldn't do anything to change that. "One day," he whispered like it was a secret, "I'm going to marry you."

One of Dan's least favourite things after sex was the feeling of Phil slipping out of him. He liked being filled by Phil, liked being connected in that way, and it sucked a lot when Phil eventually had to pull out. He whined every time but Phil never listened to him, claiming it would 'hurt him'. But Dan didn't care about that, damn it, it'd definitely be worth it. Dan giggled as Phil started to speak, hiding his blush in Phil's sweaty skin. "Same," he said lamely due to his brain turning to mush. And then Phil was speaking more, voice dropping to a whisper, and Dan's throat swelled, his mouth going dry and his eyes going wet. "I..." Dan started, swallowing thickly. He surged up and captured Phil's lips with his own in a soft and loving kiss. He pulled away after a few moments and started to pepper kisses all over Phil's face, speaking between every kiss. "I," a kiss on the nose. "Love," on the forehead. "You," on the cheek. "So," on the other cheek. "Much," and finally on the lips again. "And I swear to god, I will hold you up on that promise, Phil Lester."

Dan's reaction was more than Phil ever could have asked for, and he was giggling into the kiss before he could stop himself, breathless and surging back in to kiss Dan on the mouth again when Dan attempted to pull away. The sound of their mouths coming together over and over again was nothing compared to the sound of Dan's voice as he spoke, peppering Phil's face in kisses while Phil laughed. There could be no better ending to a date, no better ending to a summer, than this. "Okay," Phil agreed, "Just watch me," he said, and, with a rather impressive show of strength considering he'd nearly died from that orgasm, Phil flipped them over to kiss Dan some more, mouth soft and sweet against Dan's as he took him, fingers painting over his skin the same way Dan had painted Phil more than once by now. This had been the best ending to a summer that Phil had ever experienced, and as he made love to Dan’s skin with his mouth all over again, all he could think was that he was definitely certain he wanted this for the rest of his life.

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