BoyxBoy smut

39 ~Costumes || Phan~

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Dan

"What about this?" Phil asked as he held up an inmate costume.

"You want me to be an inmate?"

Phil nodded. "Please you'll look cute."

"Are you're going to be the sexy officer that arrested me?" I asked pulling the cop uniform off the rack. "Look it even comes with it our cuffs."

Phil took the cuffs from me and threw it in the bed. "That's for me to use on you, babes. Not the other way round."

"Well obviously Phil we know I'm not the top," I said grabbing the inmate costume from him.

Phil laughed and removed his shirt, taking the officer outfits from me.

I removed my clothes and place the inmate costume on looking at myself in the mirror.

Phil scanned my body from head to toe. "Looking hot,"' he says as he walks over and squeezes my ass.

"I could say the same about you Officer Lester."

"Officer. I like that." He replies and pecks my neck. I didn't like my neck being touch but with Phil it's completely different.

I squirmed in his grasp as his tongue grazed my skin. "We won't even make it to the party if you keep doing that," I said as I pushed back against him.

"That's okay with me, I'd rather stay here with you."

"We promise we would go." I argue back.

"Fine, but we're going to continue this later."

"Yes, Officer Lester," I said.

Phil lifted my chin with his finger locking eyes with me. "Don't be naughty and give me a reason to punish you, okay?"

I nodded but I knew I wouldn't listen and phil knew to by the smirk he was given.

"Come on, we better get going." He says giving my ass a spank.

"Well let's go." I grabbed Phil's hand and walked out the house.

"Can I drive."

Phil looked at me and smirked. "Do you think you can handle it?"

"I can handle it you dildo."

"Hey, don't call me thing I use on you, you ass."

"Don't talk about things you use on my ass if you're not using them."

"Fine, you're just too irresistible," he sassed.

Phil pulls the keys from his pocket and toss them too me. "Just be careful and don't kill us."

I smiled and caught the keys, unlocking the car before hopping in. "Don't give me a reason to," I mimic.

The drive to PJ's was about 30 minutes and the whole time Phil was screaming at me. "You overreaction you turd."

"How am I?" I argue back.

"All the sharp turns you was taking. Was you trying to kill us?" Phil asked.

"If you continue like this I will."

"You wouldn't and you know it," Phil said.

I huffed in annoyance knowing that he was right and I know that I could never forgive myself of something happened to him. "You're right, I'm sorry."

"But come on we are here." I say climbing out the car. I walked over and opened the door for Phil.

"Thanks," He said as he took my hand and we walked to the door.