Phil feels himself hit the bed as if in a fever dream, head thumping on the pillows as he looks at Dan with wide, guilty eyes. Although Dan's face is partially obscured by shadow, Phil feels more than sees Dan's half lidded gaze trace over him with unapologetic lust. Phil squirms at the feeling, propping himself up on his elbows. He sees Dan's eyes snap to his and stares back unsteadily, even though it feels as if he's breaking some sort of unspoken rule.
"...Dan," Phil offers weakly, averting his gaze from Dan's burning line of sight, "Dan, I didn't mean to-"
Dan's hand on Phil's chest shocks him out of his tentative apology and back into the reality of the situation. Phil's eyes snap right back up to Dan's, face flushed, mouth open in a surprised o, before he turns his head to the side with a surprising spike of guilt. Dan pushes him roughly back down on the bed with a single hand, and Phil clenches his eyes shut - he knows that if he opens them, all he'll see is Dan's anger and lust, burning hot. He feels, in the self inflicted darkness, Dan kneel on top of him, feels him place his knees on either side of Phil's thighs, feels him prop himself up with both hands on either side of Phil's broad shoulders. As Dan leans down, as his lips brushes Phil's ear, Phil shudders in a mixture of apprehension and desperation.
"You knew exactly what you were doing," Dan breathes out, and Phil responds with a frantic shaking of his head and a whimper. His eyes clench shut with mingling satisfaction and guilt - he had gotten what he wanted, after all, but was a bit more than he bargained for.
"You don't regret it one fucking bit, do you," Dan hisses into Phil's ear, and even as Phil shakes his head no he can tell Dan's eyes are narrowing in disbelief. "Wearing it under your clothes without telling me- dropping things on purpose just to bend over on national fucking radio, hoping the cameras weren't shooting from that angle, waiting for me to see that fucking lace hem peeking over your jeans - do you know what you did? What you were doing to me?" Dan grinds out. Phil nods with a groan, finally giving in, letting out a shameful "Yes." It feels like a release, and Dan's smug smile that Phil can feel against his cheek floods him with a sense of shame and anticipation.
As Dan sits back up with a satisfied expression, hips slotting against Phil's, Phil gives a noise of confused protest, leaning towards him - but Dan reassures him with a half lidded gaze. Phil lays back down as Dan lazily takes off his shirt and Phil's eyes rake over his bare chest with ill disguised want. Dan leans back down to Phil's ear, anger burned away. He's just playing it up now, just talking to get Phil hot and bothered.
"I bet you were half hard before you even walked in," Dan whispers throatily, and Phil throws his head back with a strangled moan. He clenches his teeth together to prevent himself from begging Dan to do something, to do anything, as Dan's stream of filthy words runs into his ear and curls around his brain, shooting straight to his cock.
"Bet you did it just to see me fall apart in front of all those people - just to see what I would do, whether or not I would push you down on the floor right then and there and ride you while everyone watched."
Phil moans as the words filter through his brain and arrange themselves into a coherent sentence, tries to breathe steady as Dan continues.
"Yeah, that's what you wanted, wasn't it? You wanted me to push you down, to show them all that you're not the innocent boy they all think you are, not the little ray of sunshine they see every time they watch a video. Bet you wanted me to blow you, wanted me to ride you, wanted me to pull those panties down from over your pretty cock and take control while everyone watched."
Phil groans, reaching his hands up and threading his fingers through Dan's hair. It's starting to curl from the humidity, and Phil takes some measure of pride that Dan's so engaged in turning Phil on that he doesn't even notice his own hair curling. At this point, Dan would usually be smoothing his hair down fretfully as Phil kisses him - but this is something different, something other, and the state of his hair doesn't even cross Dan's mind, not once. He's too busy whispering filthy things to Phil, who shudders at every word and every promise.
