Could you do some Phil deepthroating Dan for the first time and Dan starts crying because he's afraid he's choking with Phil coming down his throat because of how much Dan's hiccuping? Honestly, I'd give my life for this shit.
“Pleaseee?” Dan whined, pouting and rocking where he sat cross legged on Phil’s bed.
“Dan, I don’t think that’s-”
Dan interrupted him by pouncing on him, pinning him and pushing him backwards on the bed. “Do you not want me or something…?”
Phil could feel his face flush, but he rolled his eyes at his hyper boyfriend.
“I do, Dan, of course I do but I-”
“Then what’s the problem!” Dan trailed his fingers down Phil’s stomach, placing a messy kiss on his jaw. “Don’t you want my mouth on your cock?” He asked, softly.
Phil sucked in a sharp breath. “Baby-” he choked. “I do, I really really do, but I… I tend to get a bit… excited.”
Dan smirked, playing with Phil’s button teasingly, straddling his hips.
“Well good, that’s the point.”
Phil took a shaky breath, allowing Dan to unbutton his jeans and begin to push them down his hips, revealing the clear tent in his boxers from all this. Dan grinned wickedly.
Dan had been trying to get this from Phil for ages, and now that they were finally alone together, in Phil’s room, he was gonna pin him down. No escaping this time.
Dan was a giant cockslut, and Phil’s dick was… fuck.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Phil whined breathily, playing with Dan’s hair as he slid down Phil’s stomach.
“You won’t.” Dan frowned. “How would you hurt me?”
Phil swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and bit his lip. “I told you, I get a bit excited…”
Dan crawled back up the bed, pressing his nose to Phil’s. “Choke me,” he whispered. “Fuck my throat, don’t care. Wanna get you off.”
Phil let a shuddery gasp fall from his lips, and he nodded, no words coming to mind.
“Tap my hip twice if you want to stop,” he finally muttered, and now Dan nodded.
He went back down, brushing his hands down Phil’s stomach and making him shiver. Dan’s lip quivered with anticipation.
He slowly rubbed at the head of the bulge in Phil’s boxers, looking up to watch his reaction. He didn’t regret it when Phil groaned, a soft, strangled noise, gripping Dan’s hair tightly.
Dan grinned, dipping down to kiss his tip; mouthing him slowly and teasingly.
Light huffs of frustration and arousal were leaving Phil’s mouth in bursts, and he squirmed under Dan’s touch. It felt nice to have him be the one like this; it was usually Dan whimpering at the slightest touch from the older.
“Dan,” Phil whined, tugging at his hair, and Dan nodded.
He tugged at the waistband of the older boy’s boxers, pulling them off over his erection. As soon as they were past his knees, Dan went to work. He took Phil’s head into his mouth, swirling his tongue and flicking over the tip like he had practiced so many times for this exact moment.
Phil moaned loudly, throwing his head back, shifting his legs.
Dan couldn’t help himself anymore; he sunk down on his cock, his mouth enveloping Phil’s shaft and taking it to the hilt. He only lasted a few seconds before he was pulling back, sputtering and gasping for breath.
Phil gasped sharply, tugging on Dan’s hair and pulling him back down, desperate for more. Dan obliged, swallowing around his cock and licking everywhere he could reach.
“Fuck, Dan,” Phil cursed, his voice strained and broken, and Dan’s dick twitched in his jeans. He moaned around Phil, and Phil instinctively bucked his hips.
Dan choked, a muffled gagging noise humming against Phil’s cock as it hit the back of his throat. He could feel his face going red, but fuck this was hot, and Phil was clearly enjoying it.
Dan blinked up at him, rutting slightly against the bed, watching Phil grip the sheets beneath him.
Dan pulled off with a pop, his eyes glinting.
“Fuck my mouth.”
Before Phil could respond Dan flipped them, so Phil was hovering over his face, and Dan sucked on his tip.
Phil groaned, his thighs shaking, but he hesitated. “Dan, I’ll hurt you.”
“I don’t care,” Dan breathed, trying to pull Phil’s hips down. “I’ll be fine. I’ll stop you if I need it. Two taps, remember?”
Phil pressed his lips together, and slowly nodded, shifting his hips so his cock was perfectly over Dan’s mouth.
Phil thrust slowly at first, not reaching the back of Dan’s throat, and Dan responded eagerly; licking and sucking at every part of him he could reach. Phil trembled with need, and finally gave in, snapping his hips.
Dan gagged, a wet, whiny noise that made Phil groan and do it again.
Dan gripped Phil’s hips, digging his nails into the flesh as Phil thrust again and again. He could feel his face going very red, and his breathing was ragged and short, getting hardly any time to get the oxygen he needed.
But still, he was insanely aroused by the fact that Phil was using him like this, using his mouth as a toy. Just something to get him off.
Dan whimpered around Phil’s shaft, his lips stretched to the maximum. He felt tears being squeezed out of his eyes, and he couldn’t breathe, but he would never make Phil stop. He was making such delicious noises from above him, fucking into Dan’s mouth greedily, gripping the pillow at his head.
Dan gagged wetly, barely aware of the tears now streaming down his face. His mind was fuzzy, all of his senses focused on Phil. He clawed at Phil’s hips desperately, rutting his hips against nothing. He squeezed his eyes shut, choking, and he hiccuped.
Phil groaned, snapping his hips hard, and Dan whimpered, hiccuping again.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” Phil cursed breathlessly. “Holy shit, Dan, baby, so good.”
Dan hummed, hiccuping a third time and making a noise that sounded like a suction cup. Now he couldn’t stop hiccuping, squirming under Phil, choked sobs emerging, conflicted between escaping the thing blocking his air and leaning into it.
Without warning Phil came down his throat, pulling back to finish on his lips. Dan gratefully licked it up, gasping for breath, his face regaining color.
“Shit,” Phil cursed again, sitting up and reaching forward to touch Dan’s face, drawing his thumb over his bottom lip. “Are you okay? Shit, you’re gonna have bruises on your lips, god I’m so sorry-”
“Phil,” Dan interrupted, his voice raspy and quiet. Phil’s eyes widened. “It’s fine. I asked for it. I’m…” he smiled sleepily. “I’m glad that now everyone can see I’m yours.” He was stifled by a yawn, blinking at his boyfriend.
“Alright baby,” Phil whispered, still somewhat concerned. “I’m guessing you’re staying the night…?”
Dan didn’t answer, falling backwards on his bed, falling asleep immediately.