write your fav a phic for her 16th bday on the 24th? -w- (dont hate me for the phic suggestion bc its full of memories and i wanna see how you recreate it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) dan and phil are out and dan keeps using cheesy pickup lines to tease phil and phil ends up taking dan into the nearest public restroom and smut ensues. oh, i KNOW you remember this ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
HI I’M SKYler AND THIS TOOK ME LEGIT FIVE DAYS TO FINISH BUT SUCK MY ASS I DID IT
also u made it sound like we fucked in a public restroom just sayin’
anyways happy birthday pall ily also i’m sorry if i completely butchered our rp i tried ( & i changed stuff a lil clearly ) here we go
Phil laughed, glancing over at his husband and raising his eyebrows.
Dan whined, swinging their intertwined hands between them, his feet making light noises on the pavement. “Yes, again. I need a kiss.” He stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. Phil rolled his eyes.
“Fine, fine, I’ll kiss you. Don’t cry.”
He stopped walking, pulling Dan closer by his hand and letting their lips brush. Dan grinned against his mouth, touching his face with one hand to hold him steady and pull him as close as possible.
“Thank you,” he said finally, pulling back and squeezing Phil’s hand. Phil nodded, starting to walk again. He flashed Dan a crooked smile, poking his cheek. “You taste good.”
Phil’s eyes lit up, and he grinned widely. “Y’know, that’s actually a science thing, when two people taste good to each other-”
Phil laughed, searching Dan’s face.
Dan blushed harder, his hand shooting to his face, his eyes widening slightly. “Oh, am I?” He laughed, his eyes flashing happily. “I guess I still kinda can’t get used to kissing you.”
“Really?” Phil smirked. “How long have you been doing it, what, seven years?”
They were quiet for a bit, and Dan focused on the feeling of Phil’s hand on his and the slight breeze brushing against his face and through his hair. It still felt incredible that he was here, after ages of wishing for it.
They had gone out for a lunch date and to stop by the gardens, so Phil could ask for shit and Dan could whine about it. They hadn’t done anything like this in a bit, other than their honeymoon. It was mostly hours and hours of staying inside, sleeping and talking and having sex. Lots of sex. And planning for the rest of their lives together. It was kind of heaven.
Dan glanced over at Phil again; something he could seem to stop doing. His husband. His. It sent a warm jolt of happiness through him every time he thought about it. After all this time- finally his.
“Hey, Phil?” Dan’s face slowly melted into a grin as something came to mind, and Phil looked at him.
Dan squeezed his hand, shifting their fingers so they more easily slid together. He hummed, watching his feet as he walked.
“Roses are red, my face is too, that only happens when I’m with you,” he said lightly, giggling and licking his lips.
Phil paused for a moment, sucking in a sharp intake of breath, and laughed almost nervously.
“Are you kidding? Was that a pick up line?”
Dan shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Whenever I use those you call me an idiot.”
Dan shrugged again, a smile tugging at his lips. “I should call you google, because you have everything I’m looking for,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes flashing.
Phil puffed air into his cheeks, blowing it out with a huff. God. That cocky bastard, he knew how he was messing with Phil’s head. You could tell just by looking at him, the way he was searching his face, looking for a reaction.
“Would you like another? I could do this all day.” Dan’s smile widened, and you could see his dimples popping from his cheeks.
“Fine.” Phil ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back, and raised his eyebrows at his husband. “Hit me.”
Dan grinned, having gotten the answer he had wanted. “Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.”
Phil groaned, shaking his head. “That’s a good one. You probably stole it from me.”
Dan held a hand to his heart, pretending to be offended. “I did not!” He stepped out in front of Phil, taking both of his hands in his, swinging them gently and walking backwards in front of him. “More?”
Phil sighed. “I’m gonna be honest, Dan, you’re really turning me on right now.”
Dan’s eyes went wide, and his face immediately flushed red. “W-What?” Phil laughed.
“Seven years of sex, and you still get blushy when I even mention it.” He leaned forward, kissing Dan on the lips briefly. “You’re adorable.”
Dan glared at him, but it was clear he didn’t mean it. “Whatever.” He let go of Phil’s hands, only to clasp them together in front of him. “One more.”
Phil grumbled something under his breath, but nodded. “It better be one more.” He smirked. “Or we might have to find a bathroom.”
Dan’s eyes went even wider, and he swallowed. He ran his fingers through his hair, mussing up his curls.
“Your lips look so lonely…” He paused for effect, licking his lips and grinning. “Would they like to meet mine?’
Phil stared at him, his mouth opened slightly, and his eyes flickered over his face. Finally he grabbed Dan’s hand, walking ahead briskly.
“That’s it,” he said breathlessly. “We’re finding somewhere where I can kiss you senseless.”
Dan stumbled slightly, taken by surprise by Phil’s sudden firm manner. “W-Wait, you were serious…?”
“Of course.” Phil glanced around, at the nearby buildings, looking for a bathroom, preferably with stalls. “You know that drives me crazy.”
Dan hummed, walking quicker to keep up with Phil. “I mean, I hadn’t tried it. I guess now I do.”
Phil nodded, grunting softly and pulling Dan by the hand into a restroom connected to an art gallery. They didn’t even make it to the stall before their mouths were pressed together heatedly, with Dan against the wall, Phil’s hands exploring his body.
Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck, pulling him as close as possible and tugging his lower lip between his teeth.
Phil led him with hands on his waist, stumbling blindly until they made it to a stall, closing the door behind them and pinning him against the door.
“Jesus,” Dan breathed, breaking away to get control of himself, his eyes wide. “You were serious.”
Phil nodded, picking Dan up in a swift movement that they had done a thousand times before, and Dan wrapped his legs around his waist, clinging to him. And then Phil was kissing him again, and his mind was fuzzy.
They both got increasingly desperate, as they always did, and soon Phil was grinding on him, holding him up by the hips and kissing him deeply. Dan moaned, making the loudest of noises from the smallest of actions. But Phil didn’t even flinch, because he was always like this.
“You’re gorgeous,” Phil muttered against his husband’s lips, and Dan’s face went hot.
“Thank you,” he said quietly, scratching down Phil’s back slightly, tightening his legs around his waist.
Phil hummed against his lips, groaning quietly and resting their foreheads together.
Dan met his eyes, raising his eyebrows in question. “Yeah?”
“I know it’s gross, but… do you want to have a… quickie…?”
“It’s not gross,” Dan said quickly, and then blushed even darker. “I mean… yeah. I w-want you now.”
Phil licked his lips, nodding and moving his mouth to Dan’s neck, sucking at the spot he knew was Dan’s favorite. He reached up with one hand, circling his thumb over the hickeys from the night before, and other times as well.
“Let’s darken these up, shall we?”
Dan whimpered, nodding and letting his head fall back against the stall door, giving Phil room to work.
Phil immediately sucked at the darkest of them, right above Dan’s collarbone, pushing his sweater out of the way.
Dan let out a shuddery breath, trying as hard as he could not to moan so loud everyone outside could hear. Phil’s mouth had such an affect on him.
“You’re strong,” Dan said softly, trying to focus on something other than the immense pleasure shooting through his nerves and making him shiver.
“Mhm. It’s from holding you up all the time.” Phil pushed him up slightly on the door to get a better grip, as if proving his point.
Dan pushed his hands beneath Phil’s shirt, feeling his stomach and shoving the fabric up. Soon enough Phil had to set him down so Dan could get his shirt off, and then pick him back up.
Dan explored his chest slowly; although he had seen and felt the pale skin a thousand times, it still felt new.
Phil got his jeans down and then helped him shove them off, and Dan pushed Phil’s down his hips. It was messy and shaky and kind of disorganized, but neither of them cared.
Phil pushed his hands into Dan’s boxers, squeezing his ass and grinning widely.
“I love your ass.”
“You’ve told me.” Dan giggled despite himself- Phil was almost obsessed with his ass, it was kind of amazing. “Now fuck me.”
Phil tutted, but shoved Dan’s boxers down never the less. “Someone’s being bossy.”
Dan whined as he felt Phil line up, scratching down his back. “Shut up.”
“Tell me to shut up again and I’ll make sure you can’t walk away from this bathroom.”
That made Dan stay quiet, because as much as he wanted that, he would rather save it for after they got home.
Phil pushed in and Dan whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s neck and biting down on the soft skin. He pulled back right away, blushing. “Sorry.” He was always nervous he would bite too hard, or would be doing something that Phil didn’t like.
“Shush,” Phil muttered, his voice slightly tense as he tried to keep himself from pounding into Dan until he screamed. “You can bite me, baby.”
That was all it took to have Dan pressing his mouth against Phil’s shoulder, biting him to muffle his own noises. “You feel so good,” he said breathlessly, moving again so his nose was against Phil’s neck.
Phil made a soft noise of acknowledgement, thrusting up into him, still holding him up against the door. Dan tightened his grip, making sure he wouldn’t fall.
“Harder,” Dan moaned, his hair falling over Phil’s shoulder and his toes curling.
“You sure?” Phil asked, breathing heavily. “I don’t want you to be hurting-”
“Please,” Dan gasped, fucking himself down to meet Phil’s hips.
Phil licked his lips, nodding and speeding up, listening to Dan’s loud moans and focusing on finding the angles that made him scream.
“I love your - noises,” he growled, tugging at Dan’s hair gently. Dan just whined in response.
Dan clung tighter with one arm, using the other to reach between his legs, getting himself off while Phil fucked him. That made him even louder, his thighs shaking from the effort of holding himself up.
“C-Close,” he choked out, and Phil nodded.
“Good. C’mon baby…” he nudged his nose against Dan’s, moving Dan’s face so he could kiss him deeply. “Cum for me.”
Dan whimpered against his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut. He always got at least a little self conscious at this point, no matter how many times they did it.
“Fuck,” he gasped, moving his hand faster and bouncing a bit more to meet Phil’s thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so good, jesus fuck.”
Phil replaced Dan’s hand with his own, jerking him off and kissing around his mouth gently.
“C’mon Dan,” he whispered, moving his mouth to Dan’s neck instead. “Cum for me. Mmh, fuck- I’m close.”
Dan came with a loud whine, spilling over Phil’s hand and on both of their stomachs. Phil groaned, thrusting harder and faster than before, pushed to the edge by Dan’s noises and the clenching around him. It only took a matter of seconds for him to let go.
Dan hopped to his feet, immediately stumbling and practically falling over. Phil caught him, helping him stay on his feet.
Phil helped him to the bathroom counter, letting him sit there and cleaning them both up quickly with a paper towel. He helped Dan get dressed as well, pulling his boxers and jeans up carefully.
“Alright,” he said softly, smiling at him. “We should go.”
Dan bit his lip.
“I would,” he said slowly, his voice raspy and broken. “But…”
“Yes, Dan, I’ll carry you.”