Phan Oneshots Smut and Fluff

Sister Daniel

"That was crazy, Dan," Phil was the first to speak once it had ended, hiding his face in his hands, unable to think of what else to say. "Insane. Do you know how Twitter will be after this?"

"Oh, I know," Dan only giggled as he stood to switch off the camera.

The moment he was out of his chair, Phil couldn't help but stare at the exposed skin peeking out beneath Dan's revealing nun costume. Finally able to look at him how he wanted to now he that could. Now that their livestream for charity was over. His eyes had been straining for the last 2 hours, mind and brain reminding them again and again that Dan was his friend on screen. Keeping them focused even though Dan and the cutouts were always right there, even though he was downright flirting with Phil on top of it, quite literally holding him in the palm of his hand. Phil forced them to stay on the camera, the comments, maybe Dan's face. Things that were usually easy got more and more difficult as minutes ticked by. How had things gotten to the point where Phil was flustered live to the Phans? That stupid nun outfit did something wild to Dan. And it covered nothing.

"Father, you're acting very naughty with those wandering eyes," Dan smirked, observant of everything.

Phil only rolled his eyes. "Do not," he laughed as he whipped off the flimsy gold cross that came with the priest costume he was forced into. When he moved to take off the rest of it, Dan gently grabbed his hand, stopping him.

"Do not what?" Dan pouted, with the lip and everything, feigning innocence. Brown eyes big, like a little lap dog, as he sat on Phil.

"Call me Father," Phil explained, "it's weird." Despite this, his hand found one of Dan's thighs the moment he sat, automatically, grabbing at supple skin, sliding beneath the colourful knee high stocking he wore.

"Really?" Dan purred, letting one of his own hands find Phil's jaw as he tilted his head up. Similar to how he did during the stream, only Phil didn't pull away now that it was just them. No more audience. "You don't seem to mind." Phil's eyes narrowed, challenging him, but he should have known not to. Not when Dan was like this. "You're telling me that if I were to suck you off right now, you would be turned off just because of a silly little word?"

"Oh my God, Dan," Phil's blush was instant. "I don't know what this outfit brings out in you but it's time to put it away. I don't even think the watchers can handle it," Phil joked.

"But you can," Dan fucking winked and cheekily smiled. "Handle me."

Phil only shook his head, stunned by Dan's bluntness, but couldn't stop his grin because something about it was fun, too. Whatever it brought out in him had Phil excited, maybe more so than any other feeling that arose. Eager. They weren't about to fucking role play, though, Phil told himself. They weren't like that. "Is that what you want right now? To be handled?" He asked, sarcastically, even let his eyebrows perk up and down, like a child making a dirty joke as he attempted to diffuse Dan.

"I'm not the one who was all flustered." Dan got him there. So many points during the stream had Phil blushing, hiding his face in his hands, forced to regain composure and hope the audience didn't notice how it faltered. "Seems like I'm not the only one Sister Daniel makes frisky."

"I'm not frisky," Phil's hands went up helplessly, defensively. Off and right back on Dan's thigh. Squeezing as they fell back down. "And the only reason I was flustered was because you kept flirting with me live in front of thousands of people!" Phil urged.

"So you're not about to bend me over the desk and fuck me in the Sister Daniel outfit?" Phil's mouth about went dry at the thought. At the question. Dan had a dirty mouth at times, but something about Sister Daniel really had changed the game entirely. He said whatever he wanted, he was crude, he was confident like never before. Phil hated how hot Dan really was to him, tried to convince himself it was how Dan acted in it and not the costume itself. Though, the thought of it coming off had Phil's red fingers rubbing one of the silk corners, relishing in the way the cutouts perfectly sculpted Dan.