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The day before Dan left Phil for the American leg of We’re All Doomed, he gave him a gift.
Phil beamed at him, because he loved presents, but Dan looked nervous. He shifted from foot to foot, his eyes darting between the box and Phil’s face.
“I thought this might help,” he said awkwardly. “For when I’m away.”
Phil was unsure what had gotten him so hot and bothered, but he didn’t care. It was present time.
He ripped the paper off faster than lightning, because he was a terror and he liked it when Dan yelled at him for not saving the paper for next time, and found a box inside. It was white, nondescript, discreet- almost suspiciously so.
“Daniel,” he said gleefully. “Did you get me a sex toy?”
Dan just rolled his eyes, shoving him lightly in the shoulder. “Just open it,” he said fondly.
Phil did. Inside, he found a dildo- a dildo that looked surprisingly familiar.
“Oh my God,” he said, not quite daring to believe it. “Did you-“
“Yes,” Dan said, looking, if possible, even more nervous. “I got a mould done.”
Phil grinned at him. Dan had gone out of his way to create a perfect copy of his dick, just so Phil could be less lonely when he was on tour. He was so spoiled.
“If I’d known you were going to do this, I would have gotten a mould of my ass done,” he said cheekily, already imagining the possibilities.
Dan just laughed at him, shaking his head. “I don’t think they do those.”
“Pity,” said Phil. “It would have made the FaceTime sex a little more realistic.”
Dan went bright red at that, but at that moment the timer on the oven dinged. Phil had decided to cook, because it was Dan’s last night at home and he’d forgotten how terrible he was at it.
All in all, the food wasn’t bad. A little salty, a little dry, but Dan swallowed it all without complaint, looking at him as if he was trying to catalogue every last moment.
They had sex afterwards, obviously. It was their last night together, and both of them had pretty high sex drives. Dan managed to get two orgasms out of him, once while he was tongue fucking him and milking his cock and once when he was balls deep inside him.
“I’m going to miss this,” Phil said afterwards, while Dan was still inside him. Dan just grunted, because Phil had worn him out.
He went with Dan to the airport, for moral support more than anything else. It was strange to see him off at the baggage drop instead of following him inside, but the worst thing was that he couldn’t even kiss him goodbye.
He saw several other couples do it, but they were all straight. It would be a long, long time before Dan and Phil could kiss in public and not have it be a big deal to at least one person.
He went home afterwards, feeling kind of weird about the whole thing. The longest time he and Dan had been apart was two weeks- he wondered if the universe was going to implode from the sheer force of their atoms wanting to be together.
Still, it was kind of a novelty- there was no-one to yell at him for leaving the cupboard doors open, and he took great pleasure in finding and eating all of Dan’s hidden cereal, decoy boxes included.
By the end of the week, he was feeling quite pleased with himself. By the end of two weeks, he was feeling so lonely he wanted to cry.
He and Dan were FaceTiming every day, but it wasn’t enough- so he caved, fishing the dildo out of its box and rummaging around for the lube.
He paused, an idea popping into his head. Then he grinned wickedly, fetching his phone from the bedside table.
He sent Dan a sexy selfie with the dildo close to his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste it. His other hand was on his shirt, pulling it up to reveal his chest- not that he had any muscles to show off, but it was the thought that counted.
He received a text five minutes later.
It’s six in the bleeding morning, it said, and oops, he’d forgotten about the time difference. Are you trying to kill me?
Not particularly, Phil sent back. How is hamburger land?
Dan rambled on about some tourists he’d met who’d been pissing him off, something about littering or possibly disrespecting birds, Phil wasn’t paying attention. When he was finally able to get a word in edgewise, he sent a single word.
FaceTime?
Three dots appeared. Then they disappeared. Then they appeared again two seconds later.
His phone lit up with a FaceTime call. Grinning, he pressed the green phone icon, making sure his hair looked okay.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Dan groused, and oh, he looked so lovely. He was wearing a black shirt- big surprise there- but his curls were so fluffy and he still looked kind of sleepy and Phil wanted to suck him off for real.
“Thanks!” He said cheerily, completely ignoring the implication behind his words. “Anyway, I believe you promised me FaceTime sex- I thought, why not now? Since you don’t have anything better to do.”
Dan ran his hand over his face, muttering to himself. Phil loved pressing his buttons- it was one of his favourite activities, after looking up videos of man asses and cute dogs on the internet.
“I didn’t promise you shit,” Dan said tiredly. “But fine, I guess.”
Phil cheered. He reached for the lube, squirting some onto his fingers.
“Say something sexy to me,” he said, demanding. “I need to get into the mood.”
Dan laughed, shaking his head. He looked fond, his eyes sort of soft and happy and his dimples on full display.
“Your shirt is less ugly than it could be,” he said, and Phil pouted at him.
“Daaaaaan,” he said, going full-on spoiled princess. “Come on, I’m all lonely here, with nothing but this dildo to entertain me- the least you could do is humour me.”
Dan sighed, shaking his head. Then he reached into the well of frankly unhinged statements he reserved for when they were alone together, coming out with a real banger.
“I thought about you earlier today,” he said, and his voice went all low and sexy. Phil shivered. “I was in my dressing room, and I thought about that time we fucked backstage at TATINOF and almost got caught by a lighting technician.”
“Dan!” Phil shrieked, giggling. “We did not almost get caught. Everyone had already gone home by that point, you made that part up.”
Dan rolled his eyes, annoyed at him.
“You’re the one who never lets the truth get in the way of a good story,” he grumbled, but he was smiling.
Still, it hadn’t exactly been a bad thing to say- Phil could feel himself getting hard in his shorts, so it was doing something for him.
“Keep going,” he said, shucking off said shorts and reaching for his dick, giving it a few languid tugs. He propped his phone up against a pillow, making sure Dan could see everything.
“Bloody hell,” Dan said, and he sounded winded. “Warn a guy first.”
Phil just stuck his tongue out at him, rocking into his hand. He spread his legs a little more, performative in the extreme.
“I’m waiting,” he said snootily.
Dan swallowed heavily. This was getting to him too.
“Thought about you in the shower today,” he said, breathing heavily. “Thought about getting on my knees for you and sucking you off- even though shower sex always ends in disaster.”
Phil hummed, very interested. With his other hand, he massaged his hole, imagining it was Dan’s tongue.
“Go on,” he said expectantly.
“Oh, fuck you,” Dan said, rolling his eyes. “Why am I the one who has to come up with all these fantasies? What happened to phommunism?”
“That doesn’t apply to me,” Phil said cheerfully. “Princesses are exempt.”
Dan shook his head, but he was smiling.
“I want to be with you now,” he said, his voice slightly strained. “I’d throw that stupid dildo out, because I don’t want anything inside you that isn’t me.”
And there it was. That was something Phil could work with.
“Yeah?” He said, teasing at his hole with one long finger. “What about fingers, do they count?”
Dan seemed to debate this internally for a few moments. Then he shook his head, his hand sneaking into his pants.
“No,” he said hoarsely. “They don’t.”
Phil’s breath caught. Then he grinned wickedly, slipping the finger into himself and moaning with theatrical aplomb.
“Dan,” he said, sounding breathless. “I need you.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dan swore, his hand speeding up on his dick. “Your acting skills could use some work.”
It was a ridiculous statement, given that Dan was currently wanking himself raw because of him.
Phil pushed another finger inside, relishing the stretch. It wasn’t enough, but it was better.
“Can I have the dildo after all?” He said, making sure his voice was soft and whiny and his eyes were huge and pleading. “I feel so empty.”
That was basically kryptonite for Dan. He couldn’t resist giving Phil everything he wanted when he showed any hint of vulnerability.
“Oh, fine,” Dan said, breathing hard. “Honestly, the things I do for you-“
But Phil was already bringing the dildo to his mouth and giving it little kitten licks.
“Dan,” he said, slipping a third finger into himself and gasping at the stretch. “You taste so good.”
Dan froze, wide eyed. His hand on his dick stilled, before starting up again at a brutal pace.
“You little shit,” he said, and he sounded winded. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Tell me I’m pretty,” Phil said sulkily. “Don’t call me a little shit.”
Dan rolled his eyes, but he complied instantly.
“You’re very pretty,” he said indulgently. “My pretty boy.”
Now that was what Phil liked to hear. He pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets, and bent one leg to give Dan a better view.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed, rubbing the head of the dildo against his hole. “That’s the stuff.”
Dan snorted. His eyes were glued to the screen though, and in any other circumstances it would have been creepy.
“Think you can take all of me, princess?” Dan said, clearly deciding to give in and play along with Phil’s shenanigans. “I’m kind of big.”
He wasn’t wrong. Anyone would consider themselves lucky to own a dildo like this- it would be one of the bigger ones in the store, that’s for sure.
“I can take it,” Phil said, whiny and petulant. “Please, Daddy.”
Dan choked on air. Phil had just said it to fuck with him, but it had clearly affected him a little more than he’d anticipated.
Something to think about later, perhaps.
“Okay, babygirl,” Dan said, licking his lips. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Phil squirmed, pleased. He squirted more lube onto the dildo, pushing just the head of it into his hole.
“Ohhhh fuck,” he said, and it wasn’t totally fake. “More, please.”
Dan rolled his eyes, breaking character for a brief moment.
“You’re the one holding the dildo, you can give yourself more whenever you want to-“
“Hush,” Phil said imperiously. “Stay in character, or I’m going to go jerk off in the bathroom.”
He wouldn’t, really. They both knew that. Phil was too much of a hedonist to settle for a lonely handjob when he could have this, his boyfriend staring at him like he was a gift from God while he pretended to be taking his dick.
“Sure, fine, whatever,” Dan muttered to himself. He shifted restlessly, pulling off his pants and revealing his cock in all its glory.
Phil’s mouth watered. The dildo paled in comparison, because it couldn’t go all flushed and pretty or leak precome like a faucet.
“So?” Phil said, impatient. “Give me more, Dan.”
Dan took in a shuddering breath. Then he closed his eyes, beginning to jerk himself off painfully slowly.
He was edging himself, Phil realised suddenly. How perverted.
“Alright, babygirl,” Dan said, sounding winded. “I’m going to fuck you now. Do you think you can handle it?”
“Yeah, yeah, I can,” Phil whined, his hand trembling on the dildo. “Fuck me, please.”
Dan stared him down with dark eyes. Under his gaze, Phil pushed the dildo all the way in, moaning sluttily while he pinched one of his nipples.
“Christ on a bike,” Dan muttered, sounding strained. “You’re a vision, princess.”
Phil gloated, allowing it to go to his head. There was a reason he was so spoiled.
He pushed the dildo in and out of himself, ignoring the strain on his wrist. He hated to exert himself usually- he had a service top for that, why would he lift a finger when Dan was happy to do all the work? But he didn’t exactly have a choice right now.
“I’m close,” he said, feeling pressure building in his pelvis. “Are you close, Daddy?”
“Stop with the Daddy thing,” Dan said, but he’d gone bright red, and the hand on his dick was shaking.
Phil just grinned at him. “You like it,” he said smugly. “Admit it.”
Dan covered his face with one hand. Even his ears were going red.
“Yeah, fine, whatever,” he muttered to himself. “I like it.”
Phil smirked. He started jerking himself off, precome gathering at the tip of his dick. He couldn’t get as good an angle as he would like- it would probably be easier if he rode the dildo- but he was too lazy to switch positions.
“Are you going to come inside me?” He said, which made Dan wheeze. “Fill me up? I’m so empty Daddy. I need it.”
That was a low fucking blow, and he knew it. Dan had a thing about marking him up, because he was possessive to a fault, and Phil liked rage-baiting him until he dragged him home like a caveman and put his come in him.
“Yeah,” said Dan, and he gulped, loudly. “Yeah, I am.”
Phil sped up his hand on his dick, and he watched as Dan did too, his eyes almost all pupil. He was staring at him as if he didn’t want to miss anything- as if Phil was worth looking at.
“Coming, Daddy,” Phil gasped, and then he was spurting into his hand, some of it dripping down onto the sheets. Dan swore quietly under his breath, and then he was coming too. It looked like it hurt, almost.
They stayed there for a few moments longer, breathing in tandem. Then Phil made a face, wiping his hand on a tissue.
“Wish you were here to clean up,” he grumbled, pulling the dildo out with a wince. “I hate this part.”
Dan snorted at him. “You’re so spoiled,” he bitched. “Can’t even clean up after yourself.”
“Says the guy who can’t even do laundry,” Phil said, getting up to get a cloth. He ran it under the tap, using it to clean himself up.
He trundled back into the bedroom, fishing a clean shirt and a pair of shorts out of the closet. The shirt was Dan’s at one point, but he’d stolen it- besides, he knew Dan had a thing for him in his clothes, so he was really doing him a favour.
“Well, I’ll let you get going,” Phil said, giving Dan a little wave. “You probably need to sleep.”
But Dan was looking at him with his lip caught between his teeth, and he still looked like he wanted to eat him.
“Dan?” Phil said, tilting his head to the side.
“Check my bedside drawer,” Dan said eventually, and yeah- he definitely looked turned on.
Phil shrugged, opening it up. In it he found another box, this one equally as white and nondescript.
“Daniel,” he said, but he was practically giggling and kicking his feet. “What did you do?”
“Just open it,” Dan said, resting his head on his fist.
Phil opened it. Inside was a butt plug, pink and sparkly. Phil didn’t know what the big deal was, he had loads of butt plugs, but then he noticed the tiny button on the base of it.
“It vibrates?” He said, still not impressed, but then Dan held up a remote. It was also pink.
Phil grinned. It spread across his face slowly, then all at once.
“Oh Daniel,” he said, his voice low and throaty. “You spoil me.”
Dan just smiled at him. He looked soft and indulgent, and Phil loved him so, so much.
“I was thinking we could pick a day to do it,” Dan said, his breathing unsteady. “I’ll tell you when, but I won’t tell you the exact time- that way it’ll be a surprise.”
Phil hummed thoughtfully.
“Better do it on a day PJ and Sophie aren’t coming over,” he said, wincing slightly. “We have so few friends already, I wouldn’t want to lose another one.”
Dan just chortled. “Noted. Now I really should get going- I should probably get some more sleep before I have to prepare for the show tonight.”
Phil nodded, hanging up. He hefted the butt plug in his hand, feeling pleased and giddy.
He really did have the best boyfriend a bottom could ask for- no-one else would be so focused on his pleasure when there was no material benefit to them.
He put the butt plug back in the drawer, closing it with a snap. Then he took out his phone, ordering something from Deliveroo for lunch.
A few weeks passed. He and Dan kept up their regular FaceTime calls, although this time they had a spicy twist- they always seemed to devolve into some kink or other, and the dildo was certainly well-used.
On the 28th of October, Phil received a text.
Tomorrow, it said ominously.
Phil’s breath caught in his throat. He knew what it was about instantly. He reviewed his mental calendar, checking to see if he had anything on, then shrugged.
If it was important, he probably would have remembered it.
The next day, he made sure to give himself an enema. He needed to be squeaky clean, because he didn’t know when Dan would start tormenting him. He slipped the butt plug in afterwards, the weight of it settling comfortably inside him.
He felt its presence as he did laundry and made thumbnails for YouTube, a constant reminder. It wasn’t enough to keep him hard, but there was a steady, low level arousal simmering away in his gut.
At around 2 pm, he felt the first of the vibrations kick into gear. They startled him, because he’d become so used to the weight of the butt plug inside him that he’d forgotten it was there.
“Oh God,” he said, leaning against the wall for support. He guessed it was only on level one or two, because the vibrations weren’t that strong, but it was still a shock.
Eventually, the vibrations shut off. He straightened up, feeling slightly lightheaded.
His dick had certainly taken an interest in the proceedings, plumping up in his pants. Phil palmed himself through them, biting his lip.
He tried to concentrate on completing the rest of his tasks, but he kept getting distracted. The vibrations had stopped, but he knew it wasn’t over- far from it.
He was just finishing up editing one of his videos when he felt the vibrations return, stronger this time. He whined quietly, squirming in his chair. The plug was just long enough to press maddeningly against his prostate, and he wanted to jerk himself off until he came- but he knew it didn’t work like that.
He tried to concentrate on his work, but the vibrations kept coming and going- on, off, on, off, until he was panting and writhing in his chair.
He slipped his hand into his pants, desperate, the relief good but not enough. He knew if he came, Dan would have words with him, so he could only edge himself miserably and wait for it to be over.
The vibrations shut off again. He sat there, panting and disheveled, as he waited to see if they’d come back.
They didn’t. He finished editing his YouTube video, the heel of his hand pressed against his dick, and wondered if he should text Dan and ask him to call it off.
He didn’t. Of course he didn’t- he liked it too much. So he did his best to concentrate, and afterwards he went and got a snack, because he deserved it.
At around 3 pm, the doorbell rang. He froze, because he hadn’t been expecting anybody- then he remembered that the plumber was supposed to come over today to fix the leaky tap and cursed under his breath.
He could say he was busy, but they’d already rescheduled it three times. He thought about taking the butt plug out temporarily, but then he’d have to explain to Dan what had happened, and that felt too mortifying to contemplate.
It was probably a testament to how far gone he was that it didn’t occur to him that he could just lie, but he was currently in la la land. So he plastered a smile on his face, and pulled on an oversized jumper so it wasn’t as obvious that he was half-hard in his jeans, and opened the door.
The builder was a short, balding middle-aged man. He said “alright, mate,” and prattled on about the football, but Phil didn’t hear a word he said.
He got him a glass of water, because he was a good host, and then tried to tactfully make his escape. The problem was, the plumber didn’t get the hint- he kept talking to him as he fixed the sink, while Phil struggled not to lose his shit.
Then the worst possible thing that could have happened, well… happened.
The vibrations started up, and this time they were much stronger than before. He doubled over, making a high wheezing sound, and the plumber turned around, looking concerned.
“You alright there, lad?” He said, frowning.
“Fine!” Phil yelped. “Just… er… probably had some bad tacos. If you’ll excuse me, I just have to go to the bathroom.”
Then he ran, his tail between his legs, hoping the sound of the vibrations wasn’t loud enough to be detected.
He slammed the door closed behind him, leaning against it. The vibrations were still going, and he sank to the floor with a whimper, pulling out his phone.
He FaceTimed Dan, reaching into his pants and taking out his dick. He was so wet, and this was so embarrassing, fuck- he couldn’t believe he got hard in front of the plumber-
Dan picked up on the third ring. He looked annoyingly composed, lounging in his hotel room. He probably had a day off today, which was why he could spend most of it tormenting Phil.
“I hate you,” Phil said, pouting at him.
Dan just raised an eyebrow at him. “Thought this was what you wanted,” he said, amused.
Phil just whimpered, his hand speeding up on his dick. Then he paused reluctantly, because he wasn’t supposed to come.
“There’s a plumber in the house,” he hissed. “I ran and hid in the bathroom, because the vibrations started up as he was talking to me about Manchester United.”
Dan started cackling, wiping at his eyes.
“Oh, Phil,” he said, sounding horribly endeared. “This could only happen to you.”
Phil pouted at him, not very impressed.
“Make it up to me,” he said sulkily. “I almost came in front of a stranger because of you.”
Dan was still chuckling, but he eventually composed his features into an expression of mock-seriousness.
“I’m so sorry, princess,” he cooed, turning on the charm. “Can I give you an orgasm to make up for it?”
“Hmmm,” Phil said, pretending to think about it. “I suppose that would be okay.”
Dan smiled. He looked fond, and Phil suddenly wanted him here, desperately. They’d been talking so much that he hadn’t been that lonely, but it still felt like one of his limbs was missing.
“Alright,” Dan said, shifting in bed. He clicked on the butt plug, making Phil’s toes curl. “That feel okay?”
“Mm-hm,” Phil said, closing his eyes. “I’ve been so hard today, but I was good. I didn’t come.”
“That’s my good boy,” Dan said warmly. “I knew you could do it.”
Phil’s head felt fuzzy. He sighed, suddenly not needing to rush towards an orgasm anymore.
“Are you going to come too?” He said, squinting an eye open.
He could see the shape of Dan’s dick, tenting his joggers. He wanted his mouth on it, but more than that, he wanted it in his ass- the butt plug was all well and good, but it couldn’t fuck him.
“No,” Dan said, and where he got all that self-restraint from, Phil would never know. “This is just for you.”
Well, Phil wasn’t going to complain. Orgasm denial was a hard limit for him personally, because he was, after all, a spoiled princess- but if Dan wanted to deny himself the finer things in life, it wasn’t any of his business.
“Can you click it up a level?” He said, spreading his legs further. “I need more.”
Dan pressed a button on the remote, and suddenly the vibrations were stronger. Phil let go of his dick, pressing the heel of his hand against the base of the plug. He hissed, the direct stimulation against his prostate making his eyes sting.
“Jesus, kitten,” Dan said, devouring him with his eyes. “You look like sex on legs.”
Phil glanced at his own face in the corner of the screen. His flush had spread all the way down his neck, because his skin was so pale it was practically translucent.
“Can you come like that?” Dan asked him curiously. “Hands free?”
“Fuck, I don’t know,” Phil said, winded. “Maybe.”
He’d done it before, but usually it was when Dan was fucking him. He wasn’t sure he could do it now.
“Try for me,” Dan said, and his eyes were dark. He looked kind of dangerous, like a sexy vampire.
Phil shucked off his pants, because he was getting kind of hot. He also wanted Dan to see all of him and admire him, because his appreciation for his body was obvious and gratifying.
“Fuck me,” Dan said hoarsely, at the sight of Phil’s pink hole stretched around the butt plug. “You look good enough to eat.”
“Thought you weren’t a bottom,” Phil said, because he was a rage-baiter through and through.
“Hah hah,” Dan said, rolling his eyes. “Funny joke.”
Phil just stuck his tongue out at him, then gasped in surprise as the vibration pattern changed.
“Holy fuck,” he whimpered, humping the air. “I didn’t know it could do that.”
The constant, steady pulses he’d grown used to had given way to rhythmic thumping, right against his prostate.
“There’s a lot you don’t know,” Dan said smugly, and Phil would offer a scathing retort, but he was about two seconds away from orgasm.
“Dan, Dan,” he said, horribly desperate. “Tell me I’m pretty.”
“You know you’re pretty,” Dan said, with a dimpled smile. “Now come for me princess- let me see you make a mess of yourself.”
Phil did. Semen shot from his dick, splattering against the bathroom floor, across his own thighs and stomach. He whimpered, because it was intense, and the orgasm kind of hurt a little because of the lack of friction on his dick. He wanted to touch himself, but he knew Dan would chew him out for it.
He sat there in the aftermath, recovering the broken pieces of his brain. Then he heard a knock on the door, and his stomach dropped out of his ass.
“Er… just wanted to tell you that I finished fixing the sink,” the plumber said. “Also, I hope you feel better soon- sounds like you’re having a bit of a tough time in there.”
Phil went bright red. He met Dan’s eyes in his phone screen, seeing his own shocked expression reflected on his face.
“Yes, thank you,” he said, clearing his throat. “Just send me the invoice when you can.”
“Right-o,” the plumber said. Phil heard the sound of retreating footsteps, then silence.
Dan immediately started laughing. Phil stared at him as if he’d gone insane, wondering if it would be too extreme to move to another country.
“You’re laughing,” he said, white as a sheet. “He heard… all of that- and you’re laughing.”
Dan just cackled, wiping at his eyes.
“You have to admit it was pretty funny,” he chortled. “He probably thought you were having terrible gastro.”
Despite himself, Phil started laughing too. Then they were both howling with mirth, and if they were straight men in their twilight years, there would be a lot of knee slapping going on.
“Let’s never talk about this again,” Phil gasped, his chest still heaving with giggles.
“Deal,” Dan said, reaching out to shake his imaginary hand through the screen. “Although if we ever started a podcast one day, it might be an interesting topic to talk about.”
“Why would we start a podcast?” Phil said, blinking at him in confusion.
“No reason,” Dan said, shrugging. “Now bugger off, I have stuff to do.”
Phil grumbled about it, but he hung up the call- but not before kissing the screen, right where Dan’s face was. It paled in comparison to the real thing, but at least it was something.
More weeks passed. Being away from Dan didn’t get any easier, but at least he had the dildo for company. He took to snuggling the Pheal in bed, because more than missing sex, he missed the fluffy parts of their relationship.
One day, a week before Dan was scheduled to come back to England, Dan sent him a text.
Gaming room cupboard, it said. Bottom drawer.
Curious, Phil paused his game and went to go investigate. He found another box in there- and Dan must have had fun playing Easter bunny and hiding presents for him. Inside the box was a vibrator, which- fine. Not exactly that interesting, but fine.
He FaceTimed Dan, vibrator in hand. The second his dear face popped up on the screen, his heart clenched, because he missed him so much.
“A vibrator, Dan?” He said, deciding to rile him up. “Bit boring, isn’t it? Surely you could have thought of something more exciting.”
Dan just smirked at him, holding up something white and cylindrical and- oh God, was that a fleshlight?
“They connect to each other via Bluetooth,” he said smugly. “Theoretically, we’ll be able to feel each other’s movements.”
Phil just stared at him, gobsmacked. He couldn’t have come up with a better idea for a present if he tried.
“I love you,” he said, smitten. “I’m going to ride you so hard when you come back.”
“Why wait?” Dan said, with a dimpled grin.
And- fair. The vibrator had a suction cup on the end of it, which meant he theoretically could ride it- he just had to find a way to do it while FaceTiming Dan at the same time.
“Hang on a second,” he said, going to the kitchen and grabbing a chair. He set the phone up on it, his tongue caught between his teeth in concentration. Then he grabbed another chair, sticking the vibrator to it and making sure the suction was strong enough.
“There,” he said, pleased with his efforts.
“Good job,” Dan said, and it should be condescending, but it wasn’t. “Don’t hurt yourself though- I know how uncoordinated you are.”
And of course he had to immediately go and ruin it.
“Says Mr Butterfingers,” Phil grumbled. “Who was the one that dropped an £80 bottle of wine on our anniversary last year? Because I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me.”
“Alright,” Dan said, rolling his eyes. “Fair point.”
Phil got himself into position, reaching behind himself for the vibrator. This was something he rarely did- riding Dan, not using a vibrator- because he didn’t like straining his delicate wrists or thighs. Luckily he had a top who seemed to see it as his personal mission to pound him into the mattress every night, sometimes in very inventive ways.
He sank down onto the vibrator, the breath punched out of his lungs. At the same time, he watched Dan take out his dick, inserting it into the fleshlight.
“Ready?” Dan asked, his eyes dark.
“Ready,” Phil said, swallowing heavily.
Dan pressed something on his phone, and the vibrations started up.
It felt no different than a regular vibrator, and he was kind of disappointed. Then Dan pulled the fleshlight off his dick, thrusting back into it with a grunt, and Phil felt a vibration travel all the way from the base of the vibrator to the tip.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpered. It felt like Dan was really fucking him, and his head went all fuzzy.
“Well?” Dan said, looking at him expectantly. “You have to play your part, princess- I’m not doing all the work.”
With a wince, Phil lifted himself up, the head of the vibrator resting just inside his entrance- then he sat down, at the same time as Dan pushed his dick into the fleshlight.
They both groaned. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but it was pretty fucking close.
“Can you feel me?” Phil asked, curious.
“Uh-huh,” Dan said, panting slightly. There was sweat on his top lip, and his eyes were wild. “You feel perfect, princess.”
Phil smiled. Then he decided to take full advantage of the situation.
He lifted himself up again, timing the movement with Dan’s- then he sat down again, clenching his muscles as he did so.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dan wheezed, as the fleshlight squeezed around him. “Warn a guy first, won’t you?”
“Hmmm,” Phil said, as if he was considering it. “No.”
Then he really went to town. He rarely bothered to put this much effort in when they were having sex, because he was the princess and the one who liked being spoiled, but he had to admit it was kind of fun, taking Dan apart like this. His face was red and his lip looked raw, because he kept biting it.
“Phil,” Dan said, sounding awed. “You’re going to kill me.”
Phil felt a smile spread across his face, slow and wicked, like the Cheshire Cat’s.
“Good,” he said, clenching around him. “Now be a good boy and fuck me harder, puppy.”
Dan whimpered. His eyes had gone all dark and glossy, and Phil was pretty sure he was on the verge of tears. It gave him a thrill, because he liked reducing him to something small and easily controllable.
Dan snapped his hips up, and Phil felt it in his ass. He moaned, loud and unrestrained.
“Good boy, puppy,” he said, panting harshly. “Harder.”
Dan went harder. Phil groaned, his movements getting a little sloppy. He was going to come soon, so he put his hand on his dick- it was so red, he could see it in the corner of the screen.
“Phil,” Dan whimpered. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet,” Phil said, clicking his tongue. “Wait for me, puppy.”
Dan waited. He gritted his teeth, and a tear rolled down his cheek, but he waited. Phil felt so soft towards him, and he wanted to wrap him up in a big fuzzy blanket, but he focused on clenching his ass and riding the dildo and generally making a mess of him.
He felt a final, warning throb in his dick.
“Come, puppy,” he said, maintaining eye contact with Dan.
Dan came. He hunched over himself, and he whined, and Phil suddenly felt jealous of the fleshlight. Dan wasn’t the only one who was into come play.
He felt his dick throb once, twice, and then he was coming too. He tried to contain it, but it dripped down onto the floor. At least they had floorboards in here, so it would be easy to clean.
He sat there for a few more moments, his brain totally fried. Then he made a face, pulling the vibrator out.
He chanced a glance at his phone screen, wanting to check on Dan. He looked kind of spaced out, and Phil immediately went into caretaker mode.
“Have you got a water bottle there, Dan?” He asked carefully.
Dan hummed vaguely, blinking big doe eyes at him.
“Okay,” Phil said, grabbing a tissue and cleaning himself up. “I’m going to need you to take a big sip of it.”
Dan nodded clumsily, reaching for the bottle and taking a sip. Phil watched his throat bob, feeling warm and tender.
“All right,” he said, when Dan had set the water bottle aside. “Clean yourself up, and then wrap yourself in a blanket.”
Dan did. He was starting to look less out of it, but he was still at risk of dropping. Phil hadn’t meant for things to get so intense, but he’d gotten a little carried away.
Dan cleaned himself up, then wrapped himself in the hotel duvet. It was white and clinical looking, and Phil wished he was at home so he could give him their big blue fuzzy one.
“Good,” he said, when Dan looked at him, expectant. “Tell me if you start feeling bad, okay?”
Dan nodded. He sighed, his eyes falling to half mast.
Phil wanted to reach through the screen and run his hand through his hair, wanted to kiss him gently on the forehead. It was in these moments that Dan reminded him most of the boy he’d been, doe-eyed and tripping all over himself to please him.
Eventually, Dan started to come back to him. His eyes cleared and he smiled wryly, laughing ruefully.
“Whoops,” he said, sounding chagrined. “Didn’t mean to go into subspace- sorry about that.”
Phil shook his head. “I don’t mind. I like it.”
Because he did. Nothing was really fixed, between them- power moved fluidly, and Phil liked taking Dan apart and putting him back together just as much as Dan liked doing the same to him.
He knew Dan still struggled to accept it sometimes though- that he was worthy of being taken care of, in a way that wasn’t purely transactional.
Dan yawned, and Phil realised it was getting late. So he said his goodbyes, and switched off his phone.
That last week passed in a blur. Phil kept checking the date on his phone, as if it would change if only he wished hard enough. It was almost worse, knowing that Dan was coming back home soon, because the anticipation was killing him.
Finally, the day that Dan would be flying back to England arrived. Phil had slept badly the night before, like a child who was sick with anticipation about Santa arriving on Christmas Eve.
He went about his usual routine in a haze, making sure everything was perfect. He cleaned up all of his messes, doing a load of laundry so everything was fresh- although he couldn't help the fact that most of the towels were green now.
A few hours before Dan was scheduled to arrive, he made dinner- not because he was a good little housewife, or whatever the builders thought about him, but because he wanted to spoil Dan. The fact that he preferred to bottom had no bearing on how they decided to divide household chores, and besides, Dan did the brunt of the housework anyway.
He thought about putting the butt plug in, because he knew it would drive Dan wild with jealousy, but then he dismissed the idea. He knew Dan liked opening him up himself, and he wanted him to have the honour.
Finally, he received a text from Dan saying he’d touched down in England. His stomach fizzed with nerves, and he had to go and sit down, because otherwise he was going to fall over.
He tried to distract himself with a video game, but his hands were shaking, and really this was quite an overdramatic reaction- but this was his boyfriend of thirteen years at this point, and he missed him so badly he couldn’t see straight.
At ten past six, the doorbell rang. Dan didn’t need to ring his own doorbell, they both knew that, but he probably wanted to give Phil a chance to greet him at the door. Phil was grateful, because every second they weren’t together was agony.
He skidded down the stairs in his socks, almost breaking his neck. Then he flung the door open, throwing his arms around Dan’s neck.
“Oh. Hello,” Dan said, slightly winded. He smelled like plane, but Phil didn’t care- he was just glad to have him back.
“Never leave me again,” he said, muffled against Dan’s shoulder.
Dan laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“That might be slightly impractical,” he said, fond and amused. “What if I need to go to the bathroom?”
Phil butted his head against him, like a cat, and made an angry little growling noise.
“You know what I meant,” he said, biting him gently on the shoulder because he had nowhere to put his feelings.
Dan stiffened beneath him, shuddering slightly. He had a thing for pain, and Phil was probably setting it off.
He suddenly realised that they were definitely visible from the street and stepped back, feeling slightly sheepish.
“Come inside,” he said, with a smile.
Dan followed him upstairs. Phil helped him with his suitcase, because he wasn’t totally useless, okay- he could lift things, he just preferred to have Dan do it, usually. Now though, he decided to be charitable, because Dan was probably feeling tired and worn out from the journey.
“Do you want to have dinner first?” He asked, as they stood in the bedroom, Dan’s suitcase propped against the wall.
Dan looked at him with hungry eyes. Then he went and shut the blinds, switching the bedside lamp on.
“No,” he said, his voice rough. “I don’t want to have dinner first.”
Phil gulped. Then the next thing he knew, he was being kissed, and he felt like he was being eaten alive.
Dan’s tongue was warm, and his teeth were sharp points that nipped him and teased at his lips. He put his hands on Phil’s face, cradling his cheeks and jaw, tilting his head and generally manhandling him so he could get his tongue in deeper.
Phil melted, feeling like his legs had turned to jelly. He felt dizzy, and he was probably going to fall over if he didn’t sit down soon, but he couldn’t tear himself away.
“I missed you,” Dan said, kissing down his neck. His voice was reverent, and Phil sighed, arching up against him.
“Missed you too,” he said woozily, “but if you don’t fuck me in the next five seconds, I’m disowning you.”
Dan chuckled, drawing away from him slightly. He helped him pull the shirt over his head, licking and sucking at his nipples until he cried out.
“Dan,” he said, a tremble in his voice. “Please.”
Dan kissed him again, aching and deep. Then he picked him up in a princess carry, carrying him over the bed.
Phil wasn’t a light person. He was tall, and while he was pretty thin and gangly, he weighed almost as much as Dan. In these moments though, he felt small- and that got him going unlike almost anything else.
“I missed this so much,” Dan said, feverish, as he divested Phil of his pants.
“Me too,” Phil said, breathless. “The dildo was good, but-“
“But?” Dan said, raising an eyebrow.
“It wasn’t you,” Phil said, reaching up to cup his cheek. “It couldn’t hold me like you do, or kiss me, or tell me it loved me.”
Dan snorted, kissing his thumb. “Now that’s an interesting mental image.”
Phil giggled, swatting him lightly. “I’m trying to be romantic here.”
Dan’s eyes softened. He cupped his cheek, and kissed him so softly Phil wanted to cry.
“Sorry,” he said, his voice meltingly warm. “Now where were we?”
“You were going to fuck me in the ass, I believe,” Phil said primly.
Dan shuddered slightly, his eyes deep and dark and endless, like a forest in the depths of winter.
He peeled off his shirt, revealing his upper body. Phil’s mouth watered. Dan had been going to the gym more, and it definitely showed, his arms more defined and his chest more sculpted. Phil wanted to get his mouth on it, but he wanted to be fucked more.
“Please,” he said, breathless.
Dan kissed him again, and then he was shucking off his pants, reaching into the drawer for the lube. It was almost empty, because Phil had been busy, and he’d been going through lube like water.
“You’re insatiable,” Dan said, sounding strained.
Phil shrugged, because it was true. There was no point in denying it.
Dan slipped a finger into him, where he was soft and a little loose from where the dildo had been in him this morning. His lip lifted in a silent snarl, and Phil laughed, kissing him on the forehead.
“Daniel,” he said, horribly besotted. “You can’t possibly be jealous of a dildo.”
But Dan could. Dan could be jealous of anything, inanimate objects included.
“I regret giving it to you,” he whined, needy and ridiculous. Phil loved him more than anything in the world.
“Well how about you focus on replacing any memories I have of using it,” he said, stroking his hair.
Dan nodded, frowning in concentration. Then he started fingering him like it was an Olympic sport, opening him up nice and slow and then teasing his prostate until he was dripping.
“Oh God, Dan,” Phil said, panting and rocking his hips down into it. “I forgot how good you were at this.”
Dan smiled, smug as all hell. His dimples were showing, and Phil liked him like this- cocky and self-assured and all his.
“Gonna need you to hurry up though,” he said, on a whine. “I’m not going to last much longer, and I’d prefer to come with you inside me.”
Dan heeded his warning, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on a tissue. Then he lubed up his dick, and Phil’s head fell back against the pillow at the sight of it.
“Please,” he said, feeling like he was burning up from the inside out.
“It’s okay, babygirl,” Dan said, tender and sweet. “I’ve got you.”
Then he pushed inside him, and Phil closed his eyes with a cry.
“Dan,” he said, clawing at his back, because it was so good.
Dan shuddered, groaning at the feeling of it. Then he pulled out all the way, rocking back inside him slow and deep.
“Oh, fuck,” Phil said, mindless. “You’re in me so deep.”
The dildo was the exact size and shape as Dan, but he’d never been able to get the right angle- it had always been slightly wrong, and while it had been enough to get him off, it wasn’t this. Dan had the aim of a pro archer, and it made Phil’s brain leak out of his ears.
“Dan, Dan,” Phil said, cupping his neck, pulling him down so their faces were close. “Kiss me, please.”
Dan kissed him. Phil whimpered, and rocked his hips up to meet him, and it made his dick leak all over his stomach.
“Oh, babygirl,” Dan said, and his voice was low and throaty. “You feel incredible.”
Phil groaned, because he was weak to compliments. He reached between their bellies, grasping at his dick, wet and slippery and so, so red.
“I’m going to come,” he said, feeling tears start to collect on his lashes. “I’m sorry, I wanted it to last longer-“
But Dan just reached for his dick, closing his hand around Phil’s own and helping him wank himself off.
“It’s okay,” he said, looking at him like he’d hung the moon and stars. “Let go, princess. I want to see it.”
Phil came with a cry, clenching around him. It was one of the best orgasms of his life, top ten for sure, and they hadn’t even been doing anything particularly exciting. He’d just missed Dan so much, and he was so in love, and the intensity of all made his tears spill over, wetting his cheeks.
“Gorgeous,” Dan said, like he was something precious. “Do you want me to pull out, or-“
But Phil shook his head vigorously. He was still riding the high of his orgasm- not oversensitive yet- and he wanted to feel it.
“Please,” he said, clenching around him. “Come inside me.”
Dan’s hips stuttered. Then he was coming, just like that- because Phil had asked, and he could do nothing but obey.
Afterwards, they lay together in a sticky mess. Phil felt like he’d been run over by a train, but in a good way. Dan kept kissing him, everywhere he could reach, his cheeks and neck and eyelids, and he was looking at him like he had everything he’d ever wanted right here.
It was nice- for a little while. Then it quickly started becoming horrifically uncomfortable.
“Dan,” Phil said, pouting. “I’m all dirty.”
“Well what do you expect me to do about it?” Dan groused, not moving.
Phil kicked him, which had absolutely no effect. The angle was weird, and it was basically like flailing a feather at a large dog in the hopes it would get scared and go away.
“Clean me up,” he said bitchily, poking Dan in the side for good measure.
Dan snorted. Then he was laughing, muffled against his chest.
“Didn’t take long for you to start being a brat again,” he said, amused. “And here I thought you’d turned a corner.”
“I’ll turn you,” Phil said, which made no sense, but he felt good saying it.
Dan sighed, getting up. Phil ogled his ass as he went to get a cloth, completely shameless. He watched as Dan disappeared into the bathroom, expecting him to come out a few seconds later.
Except that’s not what happened- because Phil had forgotten about his little experiment with the dye.
“Phil,” Dan’s voice came from the bathroom, loud and annoyed. “Why are all the towels fucking green?!”