Drunk - A Phanfiction

Getting Back to Normal

Smut.

Dan's P.O.V

"Thank you, Mr Lester." The voice of the receptionist is getting further and further away, allowing me to feel joy that I haven't felt for weeks.

"I'm sorry." I say, looking down at our feet as we walk along the narrow pavement.
"For?" Phil asks. I know that he understood what I meant the first time, I just think he didn't want to go back down that road; I was absolutely horrible to him. I never should have believed Richie - he only wanted to cause harm...

"Doubting you..." I reply, glancing up at his face. I can see it change a bit - almost like a twitch or nerves. This is a touchy subject for him, but he deserves this apology.
"I know you didn't mean it. I wouldn't have believed me either." He gave a small chuckle, trying to make the situation lighter and happier; but, honestly - it just made me want to crawl into a hole and die.

I stop walking as we reach our flat, looking right at him at this point. He won't look at me, but I don't care.
"Phil, you don't understand how sorry I am about that." Saying those words feel like a huge boulder has been lifted from my chest, yet I still feel like this entire thing is unfinished.

Phil opens the door and we make our way up to our apartment. Once inside, he throws the keys on the table and shuts the door. It's his next move that I didn't expect in the slightest.

He grabs the back of my head, fingers falling softly into my hair. What's he doing?! What's happening?

He connects our lips, letting the soft yet exhilarating feeling run through my entire body - sending tingles down my spine.

I'm up against the door, feeling his hips begin to grind against mine and his lips brush more passionately against my own by each second. He eventually bites down softly on my lips, requesting entrance - but by this point, we're too passionate and thrilling for it to make much difference.

Phil grabs me by the wrist, pulling me straight into the living room. Our lips disconnect for a second, but we become closer than ever before straight after.

I need this.

I feel myself falling down onto the sofa, Phil on top of me. I can feel his arms resting either side of me, trapping me in and endless, yet beautiful cage of love, sex and romance.

I begin to take his shirt off, not letting our lips separate for more than a second. Each button that I undo makes me more and more eager to get to the lower area.

Peeking at Phil every so often started to make my member feel like it has began to throb - which it probably had. Each and every bit of Phil is beautiful, so don't think I'm not going to love this moment more than anything I've ever done.

I'm losing my virginity. Well, for what I count as losing my virginity. Richie doesn't count. That wasn't consented...

All of those thoughts quickly slip away as I realise that Phil and I are already completely naked. I begin running my fingers up and down his chest, still kissing him passionately, never wanting this moment to end.

I can tell he wants me to turn over, so I do - showing my eagerness a bit too much. I kneel down, spreading my ass cheeks just enough for Phil to be able to fit in. Oh my god.

I need him inside of me now!

I hear him apply lube to his penis (he must have bought it from the store before he picked me up.) This makes me more and more needy by the second. I can't wait any longer. Please -

Thrust. I feel something enter me at speed. No prep - just lube and a fast blow inside of me. I feel like flesh slide out of me and then thrust back inside again, beginning to gain a rapid speed.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

I feel a soft moan work its way up my throat and escape from my lips. Well - it began as a soft moan. However, my breathing becomes heavier and heavier and my moans become louder and louder. Each thrust sends bolts of pleasure running through me.
"P-Phil!" I begin to say - not a shout, but loud enough to know I'm feeling pleasured. I throw back my head, moaning even louder at this point. I feel like Phil is smirking. He's so adorable.

"PHIL!" That one was a scream - a very loud one at that. The thrusts were so fast at this point, I knew what was coming.

He came.

The warm liquid comes rushing inside of me and Phil slowly leaves my body. The warmth of the liquid makes me feel refreshed and happy and - I can barely describe the amount of pleasure...

I immediately lie down face first on my stomach, Phil lying softly next to me and giving me a soft massage on my shoulders - leaving a few kisses on my neck as he does so.

"I love you." I tell him.

Phil just laughs, leaning close into my face - his breath against my skin...

"I love you too."