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Warm Tuesday afternoons had more of a hazy feel as of lately. Things didn't really seem to matter much until later in the week, later in the night. Filming videos closer to the end of the week, doing the broad first edit immediately, send it off to the editor, get it back and post it towards the end of the next week. Their most productive hours are any where from five PM to two AM.
It went mostly unspoken that the first few days of the week, usually Mondays and Tuesdays, were for personal time and hobbies. The mornings of these days were Dan's favorite, mostly full of soft touches and coffee. A few episodes of light and easy to watch show, cuddles on the sofa, and sometimes a blowjob or two. Morning sex wasn't Dan's personal preference but Phil loves to start the day with an orgasm; he says it can help prevent a migraine, (Dan thinks he's full of shit and just loves when Dan's mouth is on his dick, but he won't complain because Dan also loves when his mouth is on Phil's dick. )
After the sleep is fully gone from their brains and they've got their fill of cuddles, they go their separate ways for a few hours until about lunch time. Phil has been known to lounge on the sofa with his switch or even in the back garden if it's a nice day out. Dan typically prefers to get lost in his videos games in the office.
On rarer days, like today, when he just can't seem to lose his brain in the fantasy worlds of video games, he tries his luck with other forms of media. He hasn't paid any mind to anything other than video games and movies for the last few months and he figures that might be why he can't focus; he needs a different form of escapism to reset himself. So instead he went to lounge in his bed and scroll through his 'To Be Read' list for graphic novels and comics.
As he scrolls through his saved graphic novels he comes across a few that he defiantly saved while he was feeling particularly horny. There were three in a row with covers portraying large monsters and creatures gently caressing the faces of smaller, timid and bashful looking humans. It makes Dan laugh a little and he decides, 'fuck it yeah, this is what I'll do with my day'.
However, when he loads the first story the picture that appears on the first page reminds him so much of Phil that he has to take a deep breath. The character has bleached blond hair, dark grown out roots, blue eyes and the most incredible 'I know exactly what I'm doing but I'm going to pretend that I don't cause that's hot' look Dan has ever seen. Dan want to laugh again, he wants send send a screenshot to Phil and poke fun. But instead Dan's mind, as it has been prone to doing all day, wandered off.
His mind went to just hours earlier, on the sofa with an episode of a baking show ignored in the background while Dan pushed his forehead as hard as he could against Phil's lower stomach as Phil's cock filled the back of his throat completely. His tongue was flat against the bottom of his mouth, the tip sticking out over his teeth, he couldn't move it if he wanted to. Dan usually doesn't go that hard in the morning, deep throating and face fucking- although one of his favorite things-seems more of a nighttime affair. But there was something about Phil's voice, full of sleep and scratchy from the night before, that really got Dan in the mood. He felt absolutely starving for Phil's dick that he got on his knees In front of Phil on the sofa without even hinting or asking. But it wasn't like Phil was going to turn down a sleepy morning blowjob anyway.
And then Phil had pushed his hand through his own hair and then down his chest, over his stomach and then finally into Dan's hair and squeezed a large hand full. Dan pulls back slightly, keeping Phil's dick in his mouth still and breaths in sharply through his nose, and then pushes forward again while breathing out through his nose before his throat his again full with the tip of Phil's dick. Phil's groan from above him is deep and sounds involuntary; it makes Dan's brain feel lighter. He keeps repeating the pattern over and over until he feels his body sizzle with a heat so intense he has to put a palm over his own dick to relieve himself some in way to focus on Phil.
But then Phil throws his head back and says, "Fuck Dan, thank god I found a mouth like yours, holy shit," and Dan falls apart.
Phil says things sometimes in the heat of the moment that make Dan sound like just a fuck toy, something he picked up on a whim to pass the time. Dan isn't entirely sure Phil knows that's what he's doing. And if Dan's being honest he's hesitant to tell him. Phil would surly get too in his head about it, be too cautious, feel too guilty. The way he goes about it now is perfect. It makes Dan buzz on the inside; his brain goes all soupy and hot and allows him to just let go, almost like it's giving him permission to let himself be used.
Phil moans loudly and grabs Dan's hair harder, pushing him further down on his dick than Dan could go himself. Dan's moans around him and taps Phil's thigh, once softly, more of a caress. And Phil takes the hint and plants his feet more firmly on the ground on either side, keeping hold of his hair to hold Dan still. He uses his other hand for leverage on the sofa and then begins to pump his dick up into Dan's mouth, into his throat. Dan gags and his eyes water so he closes them, he doesn't need to see to be a mouth for Phil to fuck anyway.
It only takes about a minute of fucking Dan's throat, pulling further out every couple of thrust to allow Dan some breaths, for Phil to come.
"Oh god...Dan...yes yes fuck I'm coming I'm coming " He pushes into Dan's throat and comes, holding Dan there and forcing him to take it all straight down. Dan gags again and coughs as Phil pulls out. He waste no time collecting a palm full of the thick mixture of cum and spit that trails out of his mouth and grabs his own dick out of pants and pumps himself hard and desperate. It only takes a dozen strokes or so before he's tensing holding his breath through his orgasm, spilling onto his fist and onto the their poor carpet. He breaths deeply after the white in his vision clears and he hears Phil laugh softly above him. "Good?" Phil says when Dan looks up. Dan snorts, " Shut up."
Dan had no idea what had gotten into to him in the morning but its not like either of them were complaining. Thinking about it now though had him getting hot all over again. He looked at the character on his phone one more time before once again saying 'fuck it,' and throwing his phone to the side and untying his sweatpants.
He felt like a horny teenager or a cat in heat, but he was beyond caring once he cupped his balls and ran a hand under his shirt to rub a finger over his nipple. After a few moments, when he started to almost involuntarily roll his body into his hands and his cock just started to plum up, he stopped to sit up and take his shirt and pants off. When he settled back down he brought both of his hands up to his chest, rubbing and squeezing, pinching and pulling, he licked his fingers and wet his nipples. He rolled his hips up into nothing, his cock touching nothing but air, getting no release. It felt incredible to tease himself, work himself up. He let his breath come out in whiny pants.
He pictured himself from an outsiders point of view, legs spread grinding into the air, squeezing his nipples, whining for release. He looked pathetic from that point of view. He moaned out loud. He brought a hand down to the inside of his thigh rubbing the skin and still refusing to touch his dick. He rolled his balls and caressed his taint.
The heat was building into something he could really work with now so he took one hand and finally ran his fingers lightly over his dick, not enough for any actual release, but just enough to make him hiss and roll his hips again. He took his other hand and lightly ran it up his chest, over a nipple one more time and finally up to his neck.
He does this on the rare occasion he's jerking off alone. His solo time sometimes feels like it just needs that little something extra. It's not like he hasn't asked Phil to do this when they are having sex, he has, it's just not often because sex with Phil, no matter how many years later, is just always so much. Dan's hands are always somewhere on Phil, his mind always on Phil, everything Phil. And Phil just knows exactly what Dan needs, says and does the exact things that get Dan all hot and pliant. There is just never any need for more.
But right now Dan needs...He just needs. He woke up this morning as a cat in heat it seems. His hand is warm and clammy around his throat. He lets his other hand slide over his dick barely squeezing at all, feather light over the head down the shaft, over his balls and back up again. Every other third stroke or so he would press more firmly, a real stoke, before letting up and going back to barley touching again. On every 'real' stroke he would squeeze his throat tightly.
It was absolutely maddening in the best way. He both never wanted it to end and craved a release; his favorite limbo to be suspended in, and he was almost proud of himself for getting there all by himself.
His body was rolling on it's own again and his skin was tingling all over, sweat beading, breath coming harder, faster. He found himself craving more sensations he couldn't achieve all at once. His nipples ached to be pinched, his chest arching in the air, his cock needing to be stroked, his hip rotating into his light touches, is his airway needing to be cinched, his necked bared and grip pulsing around it. He almost wished he had more hands, but before the thought even fully formed he was laughing through a breathy moan.
He does have more hands actually, and all he has to do his summon them.
He calls out to the Siri on his phone to text Phil a simple 'my room' message. He continues his pattern of teasing himself when he hears his phone buzz with a message, probably Phil asking why. He assumes Phil will come eventually when Dan doesn't respond. Dan's far too worked up to respond anyway. The anticipation he's feeling waiting for Phil to walk in and see him like this has got him fully whining and moaning now, he's bought both of his hand back to his nipples to pinch at them making his hip circle into the air faster. He could feel his cock pulsing, feel the heat of it against his stomach. The was a string of pre-cum from the tip to the pool of it in the dip of his hip.
Two agonizing minutes pass before Dan's door is opening and Phil is standing slack jawed in the door way. Dan doesn't feel like explaining or even asking really, he just hopes the desperation in his expression and his voice is enough for Phil.
He brings is legs up by bending his knees, his feet planted on the bed, and begs, " Come here please, " his voice is higher than he's ever heard himself. Phil swallows, hard, and steps toward the bed. Before he crawls up he takes a breath and looks heavenward like he's trying to collect himself. Dan's supposes this is all very sudden for him and he almost feels a little bad about yanking Phil into this without warning, but then Phill is crawling up the bed and settling on his knees in between Dan's legs and Dan's brain is all soupy again. He has to work extra hard to for the correct words.
" Phil... baby please, I need you to choke me, " Apparently he wasn't working as hard as he thought on his words because they never call each other 'baby' and Dan has no idea why he did just then. But he doesn't think on it too much, he just focuses on the way Phil presses his clothed half hard cock against Dan's bare ass. Dan scoots down a little to press more firmly against him, the back of his thighs resting on the tops of Phil’s.
" Yeah? " Phil ask, licking his lips and running his hands over Dan's thighs and onto his stomach. Dan presses into the touch and breaths hard through his answer, "Yes, ...please."
Dan takes his hands from his nipples and grabs Phil's wrist to drags his hands up to his neck. Phil took the hint wrapped his big slender hands around Dan's throat. To do so Phil had to lean more forward making his thin t shirt brush against Dan's throbbing cock. Dan involuntarily pushed up into the feeling, gasping and his grip tightening onto Phil's wrist.
He wrapped his legs around Phil's waist. Phil's eyes were wide and his expression was full wonder and pure lust. " What has gotten into you today? "
Dan just rolled his hips again and said, "Please."
Phil breathed out harshly and gave a quick nod; it seemed more for himself than for Dan and then he slowly leaned forward, putting more of his own weight onto Dan's throat. A new wave of heat passed over him and he moved his hands back into position; one lightly stroking his cock and one pinching a nipple.
The not-quite-enough stimulation along with the pressure on his neck, the way it was difficult to pull a breath in, the way Phil was breathing above him, his cock fully plump now against his ass; it all made his eyes roll back, and a deep loud groan made its way out, something that sounded so unlike him.
Distantly, somewhere in the back of his brain, an image of one the monsters from his smutty graphic novels came up. Later, he would laugh about that but right now he only had a mind for the most primal, physical parts of being.
Dan doesn't know how long it continued like that before Phil released one hand from Dan's neck and brought his hand up to Dan's face. Dan had almost complained but then Phil took his two middle fingers and slid them passed Dan's lips and through his teeth. Dan let him in without hesitation, letting his tongue fall flat and his jaw going loose. Phil slide his fingers all over Dan's tongue scissoring his fingers and swirling the spit that was pooling. Phil was looking so intensely, like he never wanted to be doing anything more than this that Dan couldn't help whining a bit and grabbing his dick a little more firmly, allowing himself a little more release.
Once Phil heard the noise Dan had made he snapped out of whatever trance he had been in and pressed his two fingers down and slid them back, back, back , all the way into Dan's throat. Phil waited until Dan had swallowed a gag and then continued to press down on his neck with his other hand.
Dan was now fully grabbing his dick and stroking in time with the fingers Phil was pushing in and out of his throat. His panting was wet sounding, he was gurgling more than he was moaning. There was spit leaking down the sides of his face and every once in a while Dan would gag and Phil let up to let him suck in some oxygen, and then get right back to it.
At some point Phil had started humping against Dan. He still had his boxers on; there was a large wet patch at the top of Phil's very visible cock straining against the thin material. Phil was using his hand on Dan's neck to push and pull Dan slightly up and down as he rutted himself against his ass, grunting all the while.
Dan's right nipple was so pinched sore that he didn't really have any feeling there anymore but he couldn't seem to stop. Phil pushed his fingers deep into Dan’s throat one last time before pulling them out and putting his hand back on Dan’s neck. With both hands on Dan’s throat again, Phil had more leverage to push and pull Dan so that his hips were now fully pulling away from Dan just to slam back into him.
Gong through the motions of being fucked with out actually being fucked felt like another layer teasing, more there-but-not-quite-enough stimulation that funnily enough just happened to be the thing that put him over the edge.
He reached down with both of his hands now, stacking one fist on top of the other on his overheated dick, and squeezed hard, pumping fast. He panted out moans as best as he could with Phil gripping his throat as tight as he was. Phil seemed as lost as Dan was, now also mostly primal thoughts. Phil sped up his humping, thrust coming more erratic and desperate.
"Christ look at you, " Phil slurs, almost incoherent. "Filthy. fucking slut, you better come before me " Dan whimpers. The heat that's become unbearable is about to burst open in his stomach and he nods to Phil frantically. Phil grips Dan’s throat with all his strength and full cuts off Dan's oxygen. Dan fist his cock so hard and fast his arms start cramping but he pushes through, his eyes rolling back, mouth falling open body tensing so tight he shakes. Its white hot and blinding.
Its so blinding that Dan doesn't notice when Phil lets up on his throat and he starts breathing again. He just comes up to Phil fully using him to get off, his hands now mostly on Dan’s shoulders, pushing Dan down onto Phil's hips grinding into him. The sight sends warm after shocks all over Dan; its almost unbearable, he feels overstimulated on every inch over his body.
Dan reaches up and grabs hold of the sides of Phil's t shirt, " Yes Phil, cum on me," he says. He continues to babble to Phil, his voice is raspy and weak, but he doesn't think Phil minds.
Phil curses and grunts, and then there is hot cum seeping through his boxers and smearing against Dan's ass as Phil grinds himself through his orgasm.
They are panting and neither one of them has moved yet. The room his hot and the air feels moist and gross. The after shocks are gone and now Dan is just sore and limp. Mentally he feels floaty and calm in ways he hasn't in a very long time. Phil finally catches his breath as he puts his palm against Dan's cheek in that way he usually does after they have their occasional rough sex. It means to end the 'scene' in a way and ground Dan, but Phil also seems to need something grounding, a way to touch Dan in a soft and gentle way, a means to atone really. Dan doesn't think what just happened really calls for this move but maybe Phil needs it.
Phil is looking at him with a slight frown- he's concerned. "Good?" He asks.
Dan's mind is too light, it's floated off somewhere to the left, so he can't really form words. And his body is too heavy, it's melded into the dip of his mattress, so he can't really nod or lean to kiss Phil like he wants too, like he knows is the next step to properly ending this.
So instead he blinks slow, like a cat. He thinks that portrays exactly what he needs to. Phil does not seem to think so.
He brings another hand up to Dan's other cheek and looks more closely into his eyes "Dan seriously, are you okay? "
Dan wants to laugh at him, but he also feels such a strong surge of affection for this goofy ass man with the biggest heart, who will hurt Dan just because Dan asked him too, that he's able to pull him self closer to the surface to muster up enough strength to whisper "Kiss."
Phil looks reluctant to take that as an answer but he leans down and kisses him anyway. It's firm and he lingers there, savoring. When he pulls back Dan is smiling softly. That seems to ease Phil's mind.
" I'm gonna clean us up, alright? " Phil says this already halfway off the bed and Dan almost ask him to stay and nap with him but the closer he gets the surface the more icky he feels physically. There is all sorts of fluids going cold and drying on him and his sweat is now causing a slight chill across his skin. The duvet beneath him is damp.
Phil comes back from Dan's bathroom with multiple wet washcloths. When Phil runs them across Dan's body they are hot, and it feels so soothing that Dan moans. It makes Phil laugh.
Phil ends up washing parts of Dan that don't need washing; running the washcloths over his calves and feet, down his arms and over his forehead. Phil seem to enjoy this as mush as Dan does and so he relaxes again into that floaty feeling. When Phil finishes cleaning Dan up, he disappears again and returns with Dan's spare duvet. They work together to wriggle Dan off the soiled one and Phil balls it up and puts it near Dan’s laundry.
Phil spreads the new duvet over Dan and then slides himself right in next to Dan. Finally finding something worth moving his body for, Dan tuns on his side and clings to Phil, putting his cheek against his chest and holding on tight around his stomach. Dan is still naked and Phil had discarded his clothes at some point too so it feels incredibly intimate, somehow different from their morning cuddles. Phil is running his fingers up and down Dan's back and he's having a hard time keeping his eyes open.
" So...nap time, I'm assuming?" Phil seems amused now and Dan tries to make a mental note to ask what that's about later. He manages a "mhm" in response.
Every time Dan closes his eyes it takes longer for him to open them again. One of the last things he sees before he closes his eyes for the last time is Phil's phone screen; he's ordering a tomato soup and grilled cheese from Dan's favorite sandwich shop, that Dan doesn't eat at often because the menu is very limited in terms of what Phil likes.
This time Dan does laugh. Its a short burst, but he's just so in love with this man it's ridiculous.
"What?" Phil asks.
"I love you," is all Dan says.
Phil flattens his hand against Dan's back and kisses the top of his head. "Aw, I love you too, baby," He giggles. "Is that a thing we're doing now?"
"Ugh, I hate you."
Dan drifts off to sleep with the sound of Phil's laugh echoing in his head.