Phan-One Shots

Phil's Liveshow

- Dan is loud. In every sense of the word. When he's happy, he shouts, when he's mad, he yells, when he's bored, hungry, impatient, tired, surprised, giddy or just fucking feels like it, he screams and calls out and hollers. Dan is also loud in bed. Phil, through meticulous effort, has managed to catalogue every single one of Dan's sounds; from the breathless whine of 'please' that he emits right when Phil's teasing begins to tip into unbearable to the choked-off cry he lets out when Phil finally thrusts into him.

- Phil is doing a live show. He's right in the middle of rambling about a new anime when he hears a soft sound from across the hall. His ears perk up, like a cat, and he realizes he's stopped talking. "Where was I? Oh right, so Yuri..."

- Another sound comes, this one louder. It's definitely recognizable as a moan, apparently even to Phil's viewers, because comments start flooding in about it. "I don't know what that was," Phil says with laugh. He hopes no one can tell how forced it is.

- A third sound, this one even louder than the last. Every single comment is some form of "who is that and why?"

- "Maybe Dan's eating a sandwich," Phil said, not terribly convincingly. "You know how he is with food." But that very definitely was not a sandwich moan coming from Dan's room. It was a I-just-twisted-my-hand-in-the-best-possible-way-while-jacking-off moan. Phil knew because he had been the reason behind that sound many times before.

- "You know what," Phil started, only to be interrupted by yet another moan. "Ihavetogobyetalktoyoualllater." He closed his laptop with a snap, turning rosy cheeks towards the ceiling in a "why me" gesture. Another moan, and Phil hauled himself off of the couch, his stride changing as he stepped into Dan's room and into his Master role. Dan didn't even look up, his eyes shut tight in bliss as he worked his hand over himself. Phil made sure his next steps were heavier than usual, so that Dan would hear him over the slap of skin oh skin. Dan did and he jolted, dropping his hand to his side as if it would change anything. Phil crossed his arms.

- "What were you doing, Daniel?" Phil asked, and Dan instinctively bowed his head. "I was getting off, Sir."

- "And?" Phil prompted. "And that's against the rules?" Dan tried. Phil snarled, grabbing him by his hair and yanking him up onto his knees on the black and white checkered sheets. "And you were moaning on my fucking live stream," Phil breathed, giving Dan's hair an extra tug for good measure. Dan shivered and keened, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

- "Get your gag," Phil said, pushing Dan away. Dan fell onto his side on the mattress, looking up at Phil with wide eyes. "Go," Phil said, the syllable sharp and heavy: a warning, and Dan's last one by the looks of it. Dan scrambled to do as he was told, his aching cock bobbing between his legs as he fetched the ball gag. Phil motioned him between his knees. Dan knelt, handing Phil the gag with his head turned up.

- Phil fastened the gag carefully - he was a dom, not a monster - and snapped. Dan stood. "Close your eyes," Phil instructed. Dan did.

- Dan shivered when he felt something sharp and cold drag across his flagging cock. Phil waited, patiently, for Dan to go soft, strapping the cock cage onto him. "Good boy," Phil hummed, and Dan keened in pain as his cock tried to harden from the praise, but was met with steel spikes. Phil smirked, massaging Dan's hip with one hand as Dan looked down, taking in what was going on.

- "Since my little slut needs to learn patience," Phil hummed, pulling Dan forward until he straddled Phil's lap. "You're going to be in chastity for the next week. I'll trade the cage out once I'm done with my fun." Dan's head spun. Fun? Phil was going to play with him while he was caged?

- Something on Dan's face must have given his thought process away, because Phil laughed. "Well, since you wanted it so bad. Now. On the bed. Hands and knees." Dan hung his head and did as he was told, arching his back and presenting his ass in the way he knew Phil loved. He shuddered as his cock tried to harden, only to be met with pricks of pain from the spikes that lined the metal cage.

- Dan felt tears pricking behind his eyes when Phil's fingers slid into him, cold and slippery with lube. Dan blinked furiously. spit dripping down his chin from behind the gag. It was going to be a long, long week, and they hadn't even started yet.