Pretty Boy

9

I can't believe this is happening. I'm about to have sex with Phil Lester. I must be dreaming; somebody pinch me.

"Dan," Phil said, tearing me away from my thoughts. "If you want to stop at any point, don't be afraid to tell me,"
"Why would I want to stop?" I asked.
"Well, if you feel too much pain or you randomly decide you're still not ready, or something like that,"
"I wanna do this Phil..."
"Okay...just triple checking," he chuckled as he straddled me on the bed. He cracked a smile and placed a kiss on my lips before he started playing with the hem of my shirt. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," I smiled. "C-Can I take this off?" I mumbled as I tugged on his shirt.
"Of course," he smiled.

He sat up and slid his shirt off with ease; he quickly did the same for me. He tossed our shirts onto the floor before he started kissing me again and palming me through my jeans.

"These need to come off," he mumbled against my lips.
"O-Okay..."

He started placing little kisses and love bites down my body before he got to my jeans. He flashed me a smile as he started removing my extremely tight jeans.

"P-Phil," I stuttered.
"Yeah?" he whispered. "Is everything okay?"
"C-Can you take yourpantsofftoo?" I mumbled.
"I'm getting there, pretty boy," he teased. "Be patient," he smirked.

He kissed my lips very lightly before slowly moving to my neck. At first I finched and nearly swatted him away, then he started sucking. God, his lips were fucking amazing; every part of him was, if I do say so myself. As he worked on the little love bite on my neck, I felt his hand creep under the hem of my pants. My breathing immediately hitched as he started stroking my length at a painfully slow pace.

"Phil," I moaned. "Holy shit,"
"Shhh," he murmered against my skin. "You're so pretty," he smiled as he started playing with my slit.
"Fuck!" I yelled as I started bucking into his hand; he cracked a smile as he tried to hold my hips down.
"Calm down darling,"
"P-Phil I-I..."
"You what?" he playfully pouted.
"Fuck, I need you,"
"Patience," he chuckled.
"Come on Phil!"
"Why are you in such a rush?" he said, pulling his hand out of my pants and detatching his lips from my skin. "I'm trying to make this nice for you and I feel like all your looking for is a quick fuck!"
"No, Phil, it's just..."
"It's just what?"
"I'm excited...that's all...I'm sorry," I frowned. "I've ruined the mood, haven't I?"
"A little," he smiled as he kissed my cheek. "But that's okay." His voice got surprisingly low and his dipped his hand back into my pants. "I can easily fix that."

His smile grew as he crashed his lips into mine; without warning, he slipped his tongue into my mouth; before I knew it, the kiss had turned into nothing but teeth and tongue. After a few minutes, he sped up his strokes and I felt a familiar tightening feeling in my abdomen.

"Fuck, Phil, stop," I moaned.
"What's wrong?"
"Fuck me before I cum," I spat out.
"That's no way to talk to me, Daniel," he smirked.
"Come on!"
"Hold on, pretty boy,"
"Stop," I chuckled.

He gave me another kiss before he got off the bed and kicked off his restricting jeans. I smiled proudly as I observed the growing buldge in his pants but, fortunately, I didn't have much time to fanaticize, seeing how he quickly removed his pants seconds later.

Oh fuck me...I'm going to die...

"See what you did to me?" he teased.
"Fuck," I said with a stifled moan.