>PHILS P.O.V<
Dan and I walked into our rather large apartment with brown paper bags filled with groceries. We always buy groceries but we done ever use everything we buy because we order pizza and fast food all the time. We always like to buy it though in hopes that we get motivated, but we never do.
"babe do you want to make something together for dinner?" Dan asks as he unpacks the groceries, placing them where they belong.
"I would love to but it's almost time for me to broadcast. I promised our fans that I would move the time so they can watch it later in the day because they're at school." I reply. Dan looks somewhat disappointed but replies with a smile. I kiss him on the cheek and when I start to walk away he slaps my ass. I turn around and he slams me into the wall.
"you're gonna regret broadcasting." he growls into my ear, making me bite my lip. Then he walks off like nothing happened. I'm pretty vanilla and like sticking to normal sex, but the occasional rougher things really are special.
"Hey guys!" I turn on the broadcasting program I use. People start watching and I begin with some Q and A's. Some of them were pretty funny, others more serious and constructive for my channel. About half way through the broadcast Dan walks in with a cup of tea for me.
"Hey guys! How are you?" the chat starts spamming all sorts of answers. "I made you a tea, best friend." he hands me the tea and I give him a friendly smile. The viewers don't know about Dan and I. Well, they have an idea but they don't know officially. Dan sticks around for a little bit and helps me answer some questions I get asked.
"well everyone, I have some VERY important things to deal with. I'll see you later." and walks away. As soon as he's off of the screen, he goes under the table and starts undoing my belt buckle. I look down and pretend to look at my phone.
"Dan what do you think you're doing?" I whisper shout. "Doing what?" He bats his eyelashes. I look back up at the screen, the chats normal. "Sorry guys, my twitter crashed. Trying to get it to work because I saw this funny tweet earlier." I mutter. I look back down and Dan already has my pants off, very lightly palming me through my boxers, making me whimper slightly. "look here you little slut. I'm going to give you a blowjob. If you stop the broadcast or people find out, you don't get fucked for three months. I'm not kidding around here. Got it?" Dan snarls from under the table. I nod slightly and look back up, trying to focus on the comments of the broadcast. I sort of get focused on the broadcast untill I feel Dan lick my tip. I smack the table and I almost moaned. The comments get flooded with puns and jokes because I slapped the table. Dan continues to lick my tip and I get used to the feeling and as good as it feels, I'm still able to kind of focus. That is untill he takes my full length into his mouth and starts sucking really hard. "f-fuck..." my head rolls back and then I remember that a really large amount of people are watching me. Dan however, doesn't slow down. Now the chat knows that something is up. I can't say anything about it though, because Dan won't fuck me. I'm a slut, how am I supposed to go three months without sex?
Dan starts making silent gagging noises under the table and that's one of my biggest turn ons. Gagging sounds make me melt. I'm really close to release. I start reading out tweets on my phone while sweating and panting heavily, trying my hardest not to moan. The chat is still incredibly confused, but begin to forget. Dan keeps sucking and he hits a sensitive area on my dick that he loves to tease me with. I tap his head, signalling him to stop. Of course he doesn't. He just keeps going faster and faster untill I release into his mouth without warning. I don't even care about the broadcast anymore.
"Dan fuck!" I shout. The chat starts asking questions and questions, but surprisingly enough only about 15 people noticed that it was what was actually happened. Dan pretends to rush into the door.
"Phil what's wrong??" He asks.
"Uhm... I deleted one of my favourite tweets that I did..." I lie. He leans over to look at my phone and he whispers in my ear "you did good babe. But you're a terrible liar. I'm amazed no one caught on." I laugh.
I love this dork.
