THE CITY OF LOVE ❁ PHAN

onze

tw: smut

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I caught a taxi in the early morning rush with everyone rushing to their workplace. It took a lot of effort to hail one since nearly the entire sidewalk was filled with just people looking for a ride, and adults that were on their way to the underground. I've always loved the smell of the morning, with the sweet smell of dew on the grass and coffee drifting out of the café's planted on almost every corner. England wasn't nearly as good as France. France was lively, peaceful, and the pure beauty of the city did nothing less than take my breath away. Plus, Phil lived there. He was the main reason why I loved that city. He's why I want to stay and live there. I want to grow into a proper adult with him and let him guild me through the world.
The plane landed in Paris by the late evening; I was happy to be back home. With bag in hand, I toddled around the city aimlessly before I decided to get back to Phil's house. I slid into the elevator, rode up to the correct floor, ran down the hallway and knocked on the door.
It opened up to reveal the one and only, Phil Lester. His pajamas hung off of him loosely and his hair was upturned in a messy quiff. I nearly cried. The surprise on his face when he realized who the hell was knocking on his door at 7:00 at night was close to comical.
"Dan!" he shrieked, immediately pulling me into a sappy embrace causing my luggage to drop to the floor.
I only giggled quietly, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek before he let me in, carrying my bag to the bedroom for me.
"I was really worried y'know," he alleged, "je vous ai manqué."
"Moi aussi," I chuckled, lazily tugging off my hoodie, "can we go to bed? I'm really tired."
Phil quickly nodded, pulling me to his room by my wrist before he clumsily hopped into bed.
"Ça vous dérange si je dors seulement dans mes sous-vêtements?" I bit my lip. I didn't know if we were in the stage of sleeping with barely any clothes, but it was how I usually slept and I didn't know how he felt about it.
"Just get into bed, you dummy," Phil retorted, dramatically opening his arms for me to climb into. I lazily stripped down, leaving my boxers, then tumbled into bed beside the older boy.
I hadn't felt this comfortable with someone in ages. I had always been on edge and afraid of people, but Phil was different. He was consoling,
with his warm fingers running down my back and soft lips pressed to my neck. I knew I was tragically in love with him, but I wouldn't admit to that to him or myself just yet.
I woke up quite early actually, glancing over at the clock beside me to read 9:24 AM. I took a deep breath, looking up at the sleeping man laying next to me. He really was a piece of art, his pretty black hair fanning over his pale face and pink lips pursed.
I reached up, pressing soft kisses up and down his neck, successfully waking him up.
"What're you doing?" he questioned, the roughness of his voice making my knees weak.
"I wanna give you a proper good morning," I licked my lips, abruptly rolling us over so my thighs were on either sides of his, my hands positioned on his chest and already half-hard length pressing onto his stomach.
"Vilain garçon," he chuckled, leaning up to roughly press our lips together. Our previous kisses were short and bittersweet, but this one was so deliciously different. It was hot, passionate, and messy. His tongue danced with mine and his hands tangled themselves in my hair, tugging slightly. I scooted down, our clothed members rubbing together slightly causing a gasp to escape me.
"Phil.." I whispered needily, "prenez-moi."
Suddenly I was pressed into the mattress, his lips sucking on my neck and his hands wandering my nearly bare body.
"You're so gorgeous.." he panted, his eyes licking over every curve I had, "my gorgeous baby boy," he grinned teasingly.
"Hurry the fuck up," I stuck my tongue out at him cheekily.
He shimmied off his trousers, then reached over to the nightstand, digging in the drawer for a second before pulling a bright red bottle out.
"Cherry alright?"
I nodded, not really caring, then tugged off my underwear impatiently.
"Fuck Dan, you're beautiful," he groaned, coating his fingers with the slippery substance as I pulled my knees up, exposing what was down below.
Phil inched a finger in. I couldn't hold back the moan that was stuck in my throat. It wasn't long until three of his digits were pumping into me, curling in just the right way to drag me to the edge.
"If you don't stop I'll cum," I sputtered, and Phil got the point since shortly after feeling empty and desperate to be filled.
I watched him coat his cock generously with the lube before he positioned himself at my clenching entrance.
He slowly and timidly pushed into me, my jaw dropping in a silent scream. It wasn't long until our hips were pressed together, my body filled with Phil and my eyes practically rolling back. He was so big.
He pulled back only to slam back into me, it was honest bliss.
Sweat dripped off my forehead causing my hair to stick around my face, moans endlessly echoed around the room along with the headboard having no mercy on the wall behind us.
He pounded into me, hitting my prostate nearly every time and driving me insane.
"Touch yourself."
I wrapped my hand around my length with no question, quickly pumping and almost screaming at the simultaneous friction.
White washed over me, swallowing me whole and overwhelming my senses to the point where I couldn't even moan in pleasure.
We understandably fell sleep after Phil met his climax as well, with distant thoughts of each other taking strolls through our minds and our sweaty bodies pressed together, not moving until later that afternoon.
I had my Phil back, and I would make sure it would stay that way.

TRANSLATIONS:

>Je vous ai manqué. = I missed you.
>Moi aussi. = Me too.
>Ça vous dérange si je dors seulement dans mes sous-vêtements? = Is it okay if I just sleep in my underwear?
>Vilain garçon. = Bad boy.
>Prenez-moi. = Take me.

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