Warnings: smut
Words count: 460
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"Dan, c'mon, we have to get up."
"Noooo," the younger whined.
The two-well, Phil anyway-had just woken up at three in the afternoon on a Sunday. Dan snuggled deeper into Phil's bare chest and held him tighter.
"Yes. We smell like sex and have to take a shower."
Dan peeked up at him. "Together?" He said in a small voice.
"If you get up, then yes."
He was out of the bed in seconds.
The shorter rolled his eyes as he made his way to the bathroom. Dan had already turned the water on and was waiting impatiently. When he saw the older, he grasped his hand and practically yanked him under the warm spray.
The two began to wash themselves, separately... at first.
Phil had his body turned away from the bottom when he felt hands that were not his start to travel. They started at his shoulders and slowly, lingering in some places, made their way down towards his hips. He turned his body to comply with the pulling there and was met with a warm, wet pressure on his dick.
He gasped and looked down to see his boyfriend begin to blow him, licking his now semi-hard dick from base to tip.
He moaned and tugged at Dan's short, curly hair. The brunet moved at a decent pace, making sure to lick all the way up to the slit.
Not wanting to waste any of the hot water, Phil grabbed the bottle of Suave shampoo-manly-and squirted some onto his palm. Rubbing his hands together for a moment, he began to lather it on Dan's head.
The taller visibly jumped and looked up as he pulled away. Since the older's back was to the showerhead, he was protected from the water- so was the trail of spit and pre between his lips and the throbbing member before him.
"Philly? What are you doing?" he asked.
The use of his nickname almost made him explode right then. "I'm not about to waste hot water while you suck me off. Just thought I'd be productive," he smiled, and his tongue popped out from between his teeth.
Dan shrugged a shoulder. "Okay." Without warning, he took him whole into his mouth again. Phil shuddered and continued his task with shaky hands.
Perfectly timed, he came as he finished scrubbing Dan's hair. He held onto the wall as he rode it out to keep from collapsing on his boyfriend.
Dan swallowed as much as he could and stood back up to look the other in the eyes. He pushed their lips together and only pulled away when Phil turned them and rinsed his brown hair. When he was done, he slowly kneeled down.
"My turn." He grinned.
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