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Dressed in a see through lace blouse with a tight harness strapped to his chest, Dan stood outside the warehouse club venue. It was cold and rainy, street lamps and moonlight brightening the area slightly. He could hear the sensual, alluring bass of industrial music pounding inside the club. Dan took a final drag of his cigarette with shivering hands, and tossed it on the ground to stomp it out with his chunky boot.
He checked his phone. 11pm. Right around when Dan saw him last time.
The club was a second home for Dan. Filled with freaks, goths, queers- people who understood and respected him. He loved being drunkenly swallowed by red lights on the dancefloor and pounding dark music. It washed away every thought of feeling different, feeling unwanted. Here, people loved him. He came here every weekend to drink and dance and play. He knew what to expect, knew who he would see. That’s why when, the week prior, he spotted someone new- he had to pry. The stranger was around his age, maybe a few years older. He had blonde hair and wore a tight grey tank top, showing off smooth pale arms. Dan had never seen him before- he’d remember- and knew immediately this was a newcomer. The blonde had an anxious gait when moving around the club. He was visibly nervous to approach the bar, to look like he didn't know where something was. And he was alone.
Dan didn't introduce himself that night. Part of him loved just watching the stranger attempt to navigate what was clearly a new and intimidating space, like a fawn learning to walk. Another part of him was anxious himself- this guy was fucking hot. Dan knew he could have anyone he wanted- especially in this space- but with the new stranger, he wanted to take his time. To really savor it. It had been a while since Dan wanted to play with someone so bad. Most of his sexual endeavors were dull, and he fucked purely to scratch the itch. Routine maintenance, lacking desire. He was not wowed by just anyone.
Tonight though, he would really fuck. Well, he hoped.
****
Phil- 39. Blonde, hot, recently divorced. Not looking for anything serious.
Phil Lester sighed as he looked over his newly established dating profile for the tenth time that day. He hated the monotonous swiping yes or no on what would likely be mediocre dick. So much effort to find a decent fuck. No one quite his type. Boring repetitions of horny men, no one seeming worth the time and effort. The one and only time he’d gone through with an app hookup since his divorce was… underwhelming. Some poor guy who definitely used expired pictures, probably twice the age he appeared to be online. Phil was just as desperate- so he managed to get off by focusing on how fucking used he felt. It was over quickly, and Phil rushed his goodbyes to the man and ran out the door faster than he’d just been (poorly) plowed.
After finding nothing exciting yet again Phil exited the app, held it down on the screen, and deleted it. He needed to try something different.
Phil had heard of Bunkr before. The industrial goth club in the city- known to be very kink-friendly. Encouraged, really. It was popular amongst his alternative friends, and he’d even been invited over the years, but was restricted by his ex-husband. He didn’t like going out, so Phil didn’t either. The times Phil tried to have his own fun with friends, it caused arguments and rifts in their constantly turbulent relationship. So he decided it’d just be easier to turn down every invitation. All the time.
He was free from that now. Free, curious, and hungry. All Phil has wanted was to feel so deeply desired, like prey, like his partner would die if they didn’t consume him whole. He wanted to be taken, used, trapped, loved. He knew he could find someone capable of that at Bunkr. Well, he hoped.
*****
One shopping trip and several pre-game shots later, Phil found himself at the dingy, poorly-lit entrance of Bunkr. The music was blasting, but it was a deep and hard bass. He found it arousing and inviting, as opposed to the shrill sounds of other clubbing scenes. He wore tight black trousers with an even tighter grey tank bedazzled with “A gift from God” across his chest. With his new outfit and freshly dyed hair, he felt confident to step into a new world.
He passed into the club, the music increasing in volume as he made his way inside. The lighting was almost entirely red, aside from dim lanterns across the bartop. The song playing was intense and heavy German techno. Bodies were dressed in next to nothing. Harnesses, chains, fishnets, and platform boots on every other person. He saw flashes of mesh tops exposing breasts, sweaty bare-chested men, asses exposed from being clad in nothing but a thong. It seemed everyone in there had a vampiric level of sex appeal. Phil immediately felt overwhelmed. He squinted trying to find his way to the bartop, and stumbled into the line of the nicest looking bartender. As excited as he was initially, the unfamiliarity of the club wiped the confidence he left the house with. He felt like he didn't have the right outfit, like no one would bat an eye at him within this crowd of interesting people. His racing thoughts were interrupted by the line moving and space in front of the bar clearing.
The bartender simply gave him a cool nod to ask for his drink.
“Um. Gin and tonic!” Phil yelled, barely able to hear himself over the music. The bartender nodded and poured his drink. He fumbled with his wallet and passed her more than enough cash to cover his drink. He left the bar quickly to avoid being in the way, found a corner booth to sit in, and took a big swig of his drink.
Phil let himself relax into the leather cushions and released the tight grip he had on his gin and tonic. A few more sips in, he let his attention wander to the main dance floor. People were grinding into one another to the music. Some couples kissed. Others had mouths attached to their partners' throats and chests. There wasn't an ounce of shame in here. Coupled people of all genders and sexualities expressed themselves and their arousal. Sex was a tangible force here. Seen in the air, felt in the bass shaking the floor, tasted in the drinks. The freedom Phil needed so desperately to feel was blooming in his chest just from sitting in a corner and watching. He was new, but he did not feel judged.
Feeling a spike of courage, Phil got up from his corner and made his way back up to the bar. With a bit more grace than the first round, he ordered another gin and tonic and a shot. He paid and made his way toward the dance floor. He exhaled before downing his shot on one go, letting some of the liquor drip down his chin and throat. He washed it down with a few sips of his gin and tonic, and felt the alcohol kick in a bit more. The music felt louder and his eyes felt fully adjusted to the dim lights. He found a cleared area on the floor and let the song take control of his movements. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and moved his hips along with the beat.
Moments later Phil felt a large sturdy hand snake from behind him and grab his waist. The arm felt strong and muscular as it pulled him in closer. He let his ass fall into the crotch of whoever had chosen him, applying pressure along with the music. Stubble grazed his exposed neck as kisses were planted on his pale skin from behind. He let his head fall back onto the larger man’s shoulder, and accepted the hands that roamed more along his front. For the first time in years, Phil felt fucking alive.
*****
Phil had not seen Dan on his first night at Bunkr. If he had, he would’ve likely ended up in his bed rather than the large, muscular man who had claimed Phil on the dance floor. Phil enjoyed his time with him- James? Jim? He couldn’t remember. Phil woke up the morning after being uncomfortably smothered by his arm and obnoxious snoring. Gross. He slithered out of the bigger man’s grip, gathered his clothes, and made his way back home. The sex was fine- good, even. But Phil needed more. He loved the sensuality embedded within Bunkr. It made him feel confident. He knew he had to go back.
******
Saturday night, a week later, Phil had upgraded his Bunkr wardrobe and was eagerly waiting in the small line to get inside the club. This time he wore a black shredded sweater with nothing underneath, tight black pants, a metal barbed wire choker, and black boots. He felt much more like he fit in this time. As he walked inside, with much more confidence than last week, the steady dark techno bass enveloped him. He felt warm and drunk already just from the sensory overload of flashing red lights and blasting music. He scanned the crowd and smiled. A feeling of belonging amongst the people adorned in dark clothes dancing without fear of embarrassment. Folks wearing next to nothing doing all but straight-up fucking. Having a better sense of direction, he made his way to the bar with ease. He found the same girl working the bar and went straight to her line.
“Tequila soda, please.” He yelled over the music. She gave him a nod and made his drink. He put cash on the bartop and left, and headed to the outdoor smoking area that he missed out on last time.
Phil wasn’t a smoker, but he wanted to actually talk to people tonight. Maybe he could try something new. Why not. He stepped outside and the cool air hit him hard, making him shiver. He could see his breath escaping his mouth. He looked around the patio trying to find someone interesting (hot) to chat up. Pretty much everyone here looked incredible, so he let himself be picky. Phil spotted someone who stood alone, leaning up against the wall smoking, who appeared to be people watching much like himself. He was tall with brown curls flowing into a slight mullet, wearing a see through shirt with a harness. His hands were long and slender as they pulled the cigarette to his lips. The man’s dark brown eyes bore into his suddenly- and Phil was caught staring at him. Their eye contact lingered as the man took a deep drag of his cigarette and blew out the smoke prettily. He gave Phil a little smirk as to say hey, come here. So he did.
Phil took a big swig of his drink and made his way over.
“Hey, stranger. I was hoping I’d see you this time.” The brown haired man said, taking Phil aback.
“Do I know you?” Phil asked, confused. He didn’t drink that much last time and even then, he would definitely remember someone so beautiful.
“Nah. I saw you last week. You looked good. Was hoping I’d run into you properly- I’m Dan.” He extended his free hand to Phil’s and delicately took it, planting a kiss on his knuckles.
Phil blushed at the contact. “I’m Phil. You’re quite pretty yourself.” He said, embracing how forward Dan was being with him.
“Are you new around here? I’ve not seen you around.” Dan asked.
“Yeah. Trying to put myself out there and find people who like what I like. Who can give me what I need. Could I have one of those?” He asked, pointing to Dan’s pack of cigarettes.
Dan pulled one out and put a hand on Phil’s jaw to open his mouth for him. He placed it into Phil’s mouth and lit it for him. Phil inhaled and felt the burn in his chest but accepted it happily. It hurt good.
“And what do you need, princess?” Dan asked, looking him up and down.
“I think I need another drink, to be honest.” Phil muttered, feeling intimidated by the attention he was getting from Dan. He was excited, but nervous. He’d not been so charmed this quickly by someone in ages.
Dan flicked his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. “What are you drinking, baby?” He asked.
“Tequila tonight. It helps me feel free and dancey.” He giggled.
“Stay here then, I’ll be back in a sec.” Dan said, turning to walk inside before Phil could protest.
Phil stood there dumbly, feeling his heartbeat accelerate by the interaction. He sighed deeply trying to calm his nerves and remind himself that this treatment is what he deserved. He was hoping something like this would happen- to be approached and charmed by someone he was actually carnally attracted to. But it was still a bit unexpected, getting exactly what he wanted, after years of mediocrity.
“In your head, are you? Let's get you out of there.” Phil jumped at the sound of Dan’s voice upon his return. Dan passed him his second round and a shot, holding the same for himself as well.
“Cheers, baby.” Dan said, as he clinked their plastic shot glasses together and held eye contact while throwing back the liquor. Dan had no reaction, while Phil cutely scrunched up his face and chased his shot with a sip of his mixed drink.
“Ugh. Does that ever get easier? I swear, over 20 years of drinking and I still can’t enjoy a shot for anything other than it getting me fucked up faster. Literally, nothing tastes worse.” Phil complained, still with a grimace on his face. Dan chuckled at him.
“Is liquor really the worst thing you’ve swallowed? I find that hard to believe.” Dan said, eyeing him up and down.
“I honestly prefer cum, Dan, if that's what you’re implying.” Phil replied, earning a loud laugh from Dan. He found he really liked the sound of it.
“Well if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll get both tonight.” Dan smirked.
“Liquor and cum. Great. That's all I need, really.”
“Low maintenance. I like you, Phil.” They smiled at each other, and Dan pulled out one more cigarette for himself while they finished their drinks.
“So, Phil. What do you actually want from this place?” Dan asked, crossing his arms and leaning back up against the brick wall.
Phil sighed, and fiddled with the frayed ends of his sweater. “I think I’m just tired of feeling nothing. I’ve been bored.”
“Yeah? Tell me more. What exactly is going to satiate you, Phil?”
“You know, I’ve spent years asking myself the same question. My life has been filled with predictability. I know exactly what everyday is going to look like. I know when I get off work, I’ll be coming home to a man who never cares to ask me what I like. I know exactly how he’s going to lay me down, exactly the speed in which he’ll fuck me, and exactly how long it’ll take him until he’s finished. I know he’ll get up and shower without finishing me off and we’ll go to bed just to repeat the same fucking thing. It’s been months since I’ve been free from that finally. I’m ready for someone to claim me and leave their fucking mark. I want to be excited, scared, desperate. Dan, I just want to feel.”
Dan looked at him silently, smiling with his head cocked to the side. His eyes drifted up and down Phil’s body.
“Shit. I totally just fucked any sort of mysterious allure I might’ve had, huh?” Phil asked, giggling into his hand.
“I’m still just as intrigued by you, maybe even more so now. Come inside with me.” Dan said. It came off as more of a command than a question. “I’d love to make you feel something.”
Dan extended his hand toward him. Phil accepted, and Dan dragged them through the crowded patio and back inside. Phil focused on the music again. It pumped him up. He wanted to feel the confidence again, and forget about how he might’ve just overshared.
Dan led them back to the bar and swiftly ordered them another round. The music was encasing them again, and Phil relaxed into it. It was so loud that he had to lean right into Dan’s ear to talk to him. Phil did just that, and reacting to the closeness, Dan wrapped an arm around Phil’s waist pulling him in closer.
“Dan, are you trying to get me wasted? Think I’ll be easier to take home that way?” Phil joked, throwing shyness out the window.
Dan leaned into Phil. “Baby, I don’t need to get you wasted to get you to come home with me. I think you’d do that with nothing in your system at all.”
Phil was grateful for the darkness of the club hiding the blush crawl all over his skin. He didn't respond, just rolled his eyes and let Dan lead them away from the bar onto the dance floor.
The lights were red and white strobing flashes. Closer by Nine Inch Nails was blasting out of the speakers, so loud it made the floor vibrate from the bass. Phil felt like time was going in slow motion. The alcohol had definitely hit his system by now. He felt his senses were heightened- like he could feel the music deep inside his bones. He closed his eyes and let the song move his body for him, having absolutely no shame. His hands wandered up his own body, feeling his hips, waist, and chest as he swayed. He was getting into it, properly, and looked damn good doing so.
When he opened his eyes, he caught Dan’s stare. He looked at Phil in a way that made him feel objectified, and Phil loved it. He beckoned Dan closer with his finger, as if to say ‘its okay, please touch me’. Dan stepped forward closing the gap between them. He snaked his long arms around Phil’s waist and swayed to the music with him. Phil rested his arms on Dan’s shoulders, and let his hands play with the curls on the back of his neck. Dan leaned his head back into the touch. The attraction they had for one another in this moment was palpable. Dan let his hands explore Phil’s body. He reached around with one hand to grab his ass while the other was holding his hip, letting his thumb slip up beneath the hem of Phil’s shirt. Phil pulled him impossibly closer by the belt loop of his pants, finally feeling friction from Dan’s bulge now on his.
Dan looked down at him and pressed their foreheads together. He ghosted Phil’s lips with his own, before fully attaching his mouth to the space just under his ear. He pressed kisses and light nibbles to his neck- feeling Phil lose composure in his grasp. Dan cupped his face and forced eye contact between them, to then make a head gesture towards the exit of the club. Phil understood and nodded enthusiastically, following Dan’s lead once again as he marched them out of the club and into the brisk London night.
*****
As soon as they had crossed the threshold into Dan’s apartment, their lips attached and Phil was pressed against the wall. Dan pinned his wrists as he kissed him, allowing Phil to only mewl and grind his hips helplessly into him. Phil felt like he was being eaten alive and it was turning him on to a painful degree.
“How… mhm.. How do you want this?” Dan asked between kisses.
“Is it not obvious that I want you to fuck me?” Phil replied sarcastically, but with a pathetic sense of urgency, too.
Dan paused their sloppy kissing and stepped back.
“Phil, I’m going to fuck you, clearly. I need to know how. You need to tell me your boundaries and limits.”
Phil paused, considering. He was new to the scene and struggled putting his thoughts into proper words and terminology for Dan.
“I want you to lead. I want to be pushed, that's something I’m ready for. If you think you’re going to hurt me, go even further. We can check in with the color system… like, the green yellow red thing? But I know I want this to be rough and hard.” Phil said, feeling awkward for not being fully prepared with the vocabulary and specifics.
Dan nodded, and his eyes darkened. “I can do that.” He said.
“I know you probably wanted a better outline than that from me, for safety or whatever, but I don’t know all that much yet. I just really need you to unleash yourself onto me right now.” Phil said.
“Do you, Phil? You need me that bad right now?” Dan said, getting right into it. The energy shifted back to the hot and heaviness it had before. “Willing to put yourself in harm's way for me? How cute.” Phil whimpered and nodded, already feeling himself succumb to Dan’s dominance. It felt fucking good.
“Yes, God yes.” Phil moaned back. “I need you, Dan. I need this.”
Dan chuckled at him. “On your knees then, darling. Show me how bad you need me.”
Phil easily dropped onto his knees feeling absolutely pliable by Dan’s condescending tone. Dan ruffled his hair, petting him like a dog. “So sweet for me.” Dan said.
Phil crawled closer to Dan and pawed at his thighs. Dan cooed at him again, stroking his cheek while he looked down at him. Phil, feeling needy and impatient, nuzzled Dan’s crotch. He planted kisses to the outline of Dan’s cock over his pants. Dan hummed in approval from above.
“Someone’s eager. What a slut.” Dan said. The words themselves were harsh, but Dan delivered them like he would a sweet pet name to a lover.
Phil felt himself slip completely under at this point. He felt right. On his knees, being called a slut while he wordlessly begged to suck cock. Nothing else mattered now.
“Go on. Since you need it so bad.” Dan said, giving Phil a little kick to the side of his leg to encourage him to get on with it.
Without hesitation, Phil grabbed Dan’s trousers and quickly undid the belt and zipper to slide them down. He hovered at Dan’s growing length through his underwear and kissed it again. He mouthed and palmed at him until Dan was fully hard.
“Fuck yeah, thats it.” Dan slid his boxers off completely and freed himself.
Phil gasped at the reveal, taking in the sight of Dan’s beautiful cock. He licked a long stripe from the base to tip, then coyly wrapped his lips around the tip. He swirled his tongue inside his mouth as he slowly took in more of Dan’s length, bracing himself by holding tight onto Dan’s thighs. Dan moaned from above him, throwing his head back and sighing deeply. He took hold of Phil’s blonde hair and slowly took over his rhythm, face-fucking him gently instead of letting Phil do the work. He pushed Phil deeper until he heard him gag and choke, and let go of his hair to let him catch his breath.
“Can you take more of that, darling?” Dan asked.
“Yes. Please, make me.” Phil responded, voice raspy.
Dan gripped his hair again and looked him in the eyes before mercilessly shoving his head down. Phil’s nose was touching Dan’s stomach, and he was gagging with tears forming in his eyes. Dan held him there for a moment before releasing.
Phil retched after the release, not used to something so big crowding his throat and triggering his gag reflex.
Dan stood over him still, stroking his now slicked cock while he watched him gag and retch beneath him.
Phil regained his composure barely, and looked back up at Dan. His eyes were shiny, tears brimming around the edges, and there was spit all over his chin. He looked pitiful.
“Color?” Dan checked.
“Green.”
“Good.”
Dan held his hair again. They got into a rhythm of face-fucking until Phil couldn’t take it, pausing, then repeating. The noises coming from Phil at every release sounded so beautifully pained. More spit adorned Phil’s chin every time Dan pushed him off his cock. He looked completely fucked out and ruined.
Dan put his foot between Phil’s thighs and felt his rock-hard cock. Phil rutted against Dan’s foot, eager to pleasure himself whilst he sucked Dan off.
The sight was almost too much for Dan. For the final time, he pulled Phil off his dick by his hair.
“Come on, darling. Up.” He ordered, pulling his boxers and trousers up but leaving them unbuttoned.
Phil stood obediently and followed as Dan led them to his bedroom.
“Clothes off. Get yourself ready, please.” Dan said. He rummaged through his bedside drawer and chucked a small bottle of lube onto the bed. Without a word, he left his bedroom, leaving Phil alone.
Phil stripped immediately, still feeling under the surface of reality. Just an entity made to follow orders and get fucked. He made himself comfortable in Dan’s bed, grabbed the lube, and slicked up his fingers. He gave himself a few strokes on his cock, before reaching around and teasing his own hole. He moaned loudly as the first finger slipped inside. He’d prepped before the club tonight, so it went in without much struggle. He opened himself up with a second finger, scissoring them as he stretched himself.
Dan returned, condom in hand, and felt an animalistic hunger surge over him at the sight of Phil contorted in his bed, fingering himself for him. Phil looked him in the eyes as he fucked himself and moaned. Phil’s mouth hung open and his eyes were still glassy from the tears before. He looked incredible.
Dan wasted no time in fully undressing himself. He stroked his own cock while watching Phil. Unable to wait anymore, he crawled onto the bed and Phil removed his fingers. Dan grabbed the lube and slicked his own fingers up, and positioned himself over Phil. He grabbed one of Phil’s thighs and pushed it up to deepen the angle, and shoved his fingers inside Phil.
“Oh my god” Phil choked out.
Dan moaned as he finger fucked Phil, the tightness around his fingers drove him fucking crazy. He wanted to make sure Phil was properly prepped for how hard he planned on fucking him though, so he took his time in adding a third finger and getting his body safely ready.
“Color?” he checked in again, even though Phil was a mess of moans and goans beneath him.
“Fuck, green, oh fuck please. Please, Dan, I’m ready, please” Phil managed to say in return.
Dan stopped, pulling his fingers out. He grabbed hold of the condom, tore it open, and slid it onto his length. He covered his cock in more lube and lined himself up with Phil.
Dan let the tip of his cock tease Phil’s hole before slowly pushing in. Dan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he bottomed out, letting out a low groan. Phil was tight and fucking perfect.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
Phil only moaned in response to the praise. Dan was so big and this was all so hot. He couldn't think, and it was perfect.
Dan grabbed Phil’s arms and pinned them above his head.
“You’re going to keep those up there, okay?” Dan said, as he slowly started moving his hips in and out. Phil nodded at the command and let his arms rest above his head.
Dan kept his movements intentionally slow, savoring Phil’s whimpers. He became impatient, moving his hips down to meet Dan’s.
“Please Dan, I need more. Please please please” Phil’s words came out as a senseless string of moans.
“Yeah? Can you even take it, slut? Can you take it if I really fuck you, hmm?”
“Yes, I can take it, I need it, Oh- God”
Before Phil could finish his attempt at a sentence, Dan suddenly let his hips snap into Phil and he fucked him so hard that it literally took Phil’s breath away. The room filled with sounds of skin slapping and Dan grunting. Phil couldn’t make a sound, just his mouth hung open at the sudden change of pace. Dan took advantage of that and shoved two fingers in his mouth. Phil closed around them and sucked, earning a moan from Dan. He fucked into him impossibly harder, and once Phil caught his breath, he was humming high-pitched moans around Dan’s fingers. He wrapped his ankles around Dan’s waist, deepening the angle.
Dan removed his fingers and rubbed the spit off on Phil’s face. Phil groaned at that, loving how gross he felt.
“God you fucking love this, don’t you? Getting fucked by some stranger. Filthy fucking slut.” Dan growled at him.
Phil only moaned in response. He had nothing to say. Just like Dan said though, he fucking loved this.
Dan paused his movements, quickly flipping Phil over and grabbing a too-tight hold of his hips with one hand, and shoving his face into the pillow with the other. Phil was now face down, ass up, and Dan entered him again and fucked him mercilessly. His moans were muffled by the pillow, and he could hardly breathe. Dan was hitting his prostate head on in this position, hard and fast. His noises intensified to loud yelps of pleasure. Dan gripped his hair and pulled his head up, giving him some air.
“Want to really fucking hear you.” Dan grunted into Phil’s ear from behind. The feeling of his hair being pulled, the relentless fucking, and the bruising on his hip from Dan’s grip- it was too much.
“Dan, please, I’m close-” Phil choked out.
Dan fucked into him as deep as he could, and released the grip on Phil’s hair, letting him fall forward. He reached around and stroked Phil’s neglected cock. Only a few pumps and Phil was yelling Dan’s name- his hand now covered in Phil’s cum. It took no time for Dan to lose composure as well, and he finished into Phil with a few deep thrusts. He fucked him through both their orgasms, slowly pulled out, and collapsed onto the bed next to Phil.
They lay wordlessly, the only sound being them panting and catching their breath.
Dan scooted closer to Phil’s still, fucked out body. He ran his fingers through Phil’s hair gently, and traced them up and down his back as a way to bring him back above the surface. They were like that for a while, Dan rubbing Phil’s back, neck, and arms.
“Holy shit.” Phil said eventually.
“You alright?” Dan asked sweetly, the dominant persona completely faded now.
“Yeah, I think. That was amazing. Just a bit foggy right now.”
“That’s normal. You alright if I get up for a second? I’ll be right back.”
Phil hummed in agreement, and Dan slipped out of bed. He rummaged around in his kitchen to fetch Phil a little snack and some water. He took aftercare seriously, especially for someone new to the scene. He brought them back to Phil and sat with him quietly while he regained his composure. Once Phil was in a better state to get up and around, Dan led him to his bathroom with pajamas and a clean towel.
“Have yourself a nice bath and stay here tonight, please.” Dan said. “It's too late for you to get yourself back home. Don’t want you hobbling down the streets right now.”
Phil smiled sweetly at him, taking the towel and clothes from him. They took turns cleaning up in the shower, and fell back into bed together.
For the first time in a very long time, Phil was happy after sex. He didn't feel neglected, and he wasn't eager to leave Dan’s apartment. He was listened to and taken care of afterwards. He looked at Dan’s sleeping body and felt something tug at his heart. He snuggled up closer, and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
*****