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Sorry about that. But anyway, new oneshot! Yay!
This one is sort of half-fluff and half-smut and is written in a sort of progressive timeline so enjoy!
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Dan's POV
"I can't believe we're married, Dan."
I look up and grin at my amazing new husband. The way his gorgeous smile lights up his pale face is fucking perfect. The way his tuxedo compliments his thin yet incredible frame is fucking perfect.
He is so fucking perfect.
Dan Lester...has a nice ring, doesn't it? Believe it or not, we actually argued for hours about who would take who's last name. In the end though, I managed to convince him how much I love his last name, and by extension him.
His only defence to this was:
"But then you won't be heart-eyes Howell!"
However, my strategy of withholding kisses until he agreed prevailed, and now here we are. Dan and Phil Lester. Husbands and best friends.
God, I am so lucky.
***
We're on our way to the airport now. To our honeymoon. To two whole weeks of happiness and bonding with the man I love. I'm like a kid again; I can't seem to keep still. The plane is boarding in ten minutes. I'm so fucking excited.
***
We're aboard the plane now, thousands of metres high in the sky. We're above the clouds. It's great. And yet, I don't choose to look out of the window, no, I can't take my gaze off of him. His eyes are a shining kaleidoscope of colour and several strands of hair fall in the middle of his parting - it's adorable.
***
We've landed now, and we're reclaiming our luggage. They've lost mine, of course they fucking have, but it turns up about half an hour later on the wrong conveyor belt. The staff don't seem all that bothered about how panicked I was over my lost luggage, but they soon learn to care after Phil tells them off for 'losing his husband's property'. He's such a dork. God, I love him.
***
We're at the hotel now, checking in. We've got the luxury suite. The hotel receptionist looks confused at first and tells us that the suite has been booked for a newly married couple. This pisses me off a little, so I decide to prove my point to her by passionately making out with Phil in front of her. Yeah, it's safe to say she leads us to our room after that.
***
We're in our room now. It's 6:34pm and the sun is setting on the horizon, giving off a variety of different colours of shades. It may well be the second-most beautiful thing here.
***
We're sat on our bed now, both shirtless and trembling with anticipation. That's when I notice the look in Phil's tri-coloured eyes. I look at him, attempting to give off a compassionate aura.
"Phil, is something the matter?"
He denies that there is, of course. He always does. No, God forbid Phil Lester actually allows anyone to worry about him rather than vice versa. I persist until he finally spills the beans.
"I'm just nervous, okay? I-I've never done this before..." His tone is uneven.
I reach out and stroke his cheek. I can't help it - he looks so afraid and his skin is so soft.
"It's alright. I love you. I know it's traditional to consummate the marriage, but we don't have to do anything you don't want to." I try to sound sympathetic.
"No. I want to. Just...please, be gentle.."
"I will, I promise."
I lean forward and gently press my lips against his. At first he's tentative, but he then begins to kiss me back with a love so pure that it almost pains me as I am reminded again how much I do not deserve this brilliant, awe-inspiring man. I kiss his cheek, and I kiss his forehead. I kiss his jaw and I kiss his neck. I lightly roll my tongue over the more sensitive parts of his neck, causing him to flush pink. I unzip his tux trousers, and slide them off his hips. I do the same with my own, and kick both pairs of trousers to the foot of the bed. They're probably going to get crumpled like that. Oh well.
We're just in our underwear now, and I'm kissing all down his torso. He's blushing, and it is distractingly cute, but I manage to continue regardless. I discard my underwear, feeling the air against my hard-on. I direct Phil's hands to it, and he moves his long, slender fingers up and down me. You would never know he was a virgin, the way he expertly applied just the right amount of pressure and a good standard of speed. I was fully erect after just moments of his touch.
I remove his underwear now, leaving us both bare. He looks embarrassed, but I reassure him that he doesn't have to be. That's he's gorgeous, and that I love him with my heart and soul. And it's true. This man is my world, and I cannot imagine living without him. It's like a fairy tale, except instead of a prince and a princess, there's two princes this time. Then again, I don't think we'd be able to sell our story to Disney any time soon.
I tell him to suck on my fingers, and he obeys. He follows my every request, and it's just occurred to me the massive amount of trust that he must be placing in me. Well, Phil, rest assured that your trust isn't misplaced.
I edge a digit into his entrance, feeling him squirm a little at the sensation. I allow him a minute to adjust before I slowly start to move it up and down inside of him. I keep at this for a little while, unable to keep myself from smiling a little when I hear his tiny moans and pants. After a while I add another finger, and then a third. He looks a lot more relaxed now, and I assume that the pleasure has replaced the initial feeling of pain. I'm glad. I don't like to see him in pain.
When I feel I have sufficiently prepared him, I slide the condom over my hard dick and slaver it in copious amounts of lubricant. I want Phil to be as comfortable as possible. I kiss the back of his neck as I push into him, flinching a little when I hear him (unsuccessfully) attempt to keep from crying out. I pump in and out in a steady rhythm, again trying to get him to adjust to the sensation before speeding up. He looks to be enjoying himself a lot more now though, and have to admit that I am too. I am close to cumming, and I know Phil is too. After a long build up of speedy thrusts and a cacophony of our combined moaning, I cum into the condom and I bite my lip as I feel the endless bliss of release. Moments later, I feel Phil also release onto the bed and blush as he sees the patch of white staining the mattress.
I pull out, panting and smiling. We're both breathless, but I am able to hear Phil croak the words:
"I love you, Dan Lester."
