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God, they can’t be doing this. His back burns where it’s being pressed against a hot wall, there’s sunlight shining in his eyes, he’s wet, and Phil is on his knees, sucking him so, so deliciously good.
Dan lets his head fall back against the wall, legs spreading just a bit more as Phil moves in, one hand between his legs constantly grabbing his ass to pull him closer, deeper, his other hand switching between wanking his cock and holding his balls. It’s dirty. He hasn’t even washed properly and he’s been sweating in this heat, but having sex with someone for as long as he has with Phil, it kinda gets that way. And it’s good. It’s so good and Dan can feel the way Phil’s tongue is moving on him, the absolute obscene way Phil takes cock makes slick noises bounce off this corner of their world into the endless desert before them. He sucks in a breath.
Phil pulls off and wraps his hand around him nice and tight, but slow. “Good?” He’s wearing a smirk on his too pretty lips. The ones that were just wrapped around him. His cheeks are burnt and his hair is pushed back, and the endless skin on display is what caused them to get here in the first place.
Dan bites his lip. He entangles a hand in Phil’s hair and nods slowly, his eyes not straying from how close the tip of his cock is to Phil’s soft and plush lips. A stronger man wouldn’t be able to help pushing him closer so that his lips would part easily to take him in again. Dan has never been able to resist, and he won’t start now.
Phil only takes him in greedily, working his mouth up and down Dan’s thick, pulsing cock. Dan can feel him let a few fingers stray to that sweet little spot just underneath his balls and rub. Dan lifts a leg and throws it over Phil’s shoulder and moans as his whole body jumps at that feeling. The position pushes Dan deeper into Phil’s mouth and he’s close. He’s warm and the shower is still going beside them, Martyn and Cornelia could pop up any second, and he’s about to come so hard down Phil’s throat he’s sure his legs will give out.
“M’close.” Dan says, and Phil kicks it up like five notches. He sucks and licks and even occasionally bites, and his fingers keep playing with that little spot he likes so much, and Dan is just dangling over the edge, his balls tighten up and he brings Phil closer, pushes himself deeper, and comes in Phil’s mouth as he works him through it, cock throbbing on his tongue.
Phil pulls off when he’s done but his hand wanks him some more, it’s what Dan likes. He wants to hold on to his orgasm as long as he can, and Phil never has any complaints.
“Fuck.” Dan says. His body feels good, his dick still twitching. He looks at Phil on his knees with Dan’s big thigh over his shoulder. “I think you’ve gone and done it, Phil, fuck. C’mere.” He puts his leg down, and Phil, with his crackly bones, stands up and grabs the back of Dan’s neck to pull him into a kiss. Dan can taste himself there and he’s a little jealous that Phil spent so long with a cock in his mouth. “Taste fucking good, Phil.”
“God, you’ve got me so hard.” Dan turns and pins Phil to the wall, and Phil grabs his hand to wrap around his cock. It’s red and leaking precome, just the way Dan likes. He drops to his own knees and watches as Phil’s part for him, white skin looking good and pretty and Dan doesn’t hesitate taking Phil into his mouth and returning the favor.
Phil lets his hands push through Dan’s hair and Dan feels him guide the speed faster. The horny bastard, Dan thinks. He works fast, sucking and wanking Phil’s cock with the speed that’ll give Phil the quickie he so desperately wants. Dan revels the taste of Phil on his tongue and moans around him.
“Fuck, Dan.” Phil wraps a hand around the back of his neck and Dan reaches to hold the other one in a tangle of fingers, his other hand going to hold Phil’s hip as he takes Phil all the way into his throat and sucks hard. “Gonna come.” Phil says through clenched teeth.
Dan can see Phil’s thighs tense and he can feel his hips start bucking into his mouth just the tiniest bit, feel the pulse of his cock on his tongue and then Phil’s moaning, hips unashamedly pushing into Dan’s mouth as he comes hard.
Dan pulls off, Phil whining at the sensitivity, and leans his head on Phil’s hipbone, deeply sated. Their hands are still clasped together and Phil’s running his fingers through Dan’s hair as he evens his breath. They feel the heat now more than ever, the shower beside them cascading cold water onto nothing for what seems like forever before Phil helps Dan up and they kiss.
Dan walks them over to the cold shower and they break apart and sigh at the feeling. Dan tries to count the freckles on Phil’s nose and shoulders, and Phil lusts after the small tan Dan is getting on his arms. They smile and wash up slowly, and then go back to find where Martyn and Cornelia have gone to.