The first thing Dan felt when he woke up was his aching backside.
"Agh, Phil, you twat. I won't be able to sit properly for a month!" He groaned, voice rough from sleep.
Phil's cheerful laugh came from the other side of the bed. The bed shifted and Phil snuggled closer to Dan, pulling the younger brit against his chest.
"You're the one who wanted it rough," he reminded Dan.
Dan blushed as Phil spooned him, remembering how he had begged the older man to fuck him harder than usual.
At his lover's silence, Phil changed his tone. "I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" He asked, concerned.
Dan rolled over, to face the other man. He smiled slightly and reached up to ruffle Phil's messy hair.
"You hurt me good." He said, pecking Phil on the lips.
