use me // phan

whatever you want.

Dan Howell has lived with Phil Lester for almost seven years. They share everything, clothes, food, movies... sometimes beds. They've tried all this time to keep their lives as private and separate as possible, but to no avail. They're so close and can't help it, either. Now, no, they aren't together. Although one of the two may wish this was the case.

"And that's it for this gaming video, so if you liked it please make sure to subscribe!..." Phil went on, his words pouring from his mouth like honey. He did this so easily after so many years. Dan tried to keep his eyes on the camera, but couldn't stop himself from noticing how Phil's just glowed, those gorgeous pools of blue he'd come to know and love so well. He could get lost in them all day. Maybe even for the rest of his life.

They finished the outro as usual and Phil shut the camera off. "I think I'll edit it later-", a huge yawn escapes his mouth, "I'm so tired," Phil struggles, his eyes half-lidded. Dan bites his lip and blinks at him. "D'you wanna, like.. I dunno, watch a movie or something?" he inquires as innocently as possible. He loved Phil, deep down, but they had an agreement and he was going to get out of it what he could. Just like he had this whole time.

"Sure," Phil said simply, getting up and moving to the lounge. Dan followed quickly, hoping Phil didn't catch on to how eager he was. They settled into the couch and flipped the TV on, not really caring what was on in the background. They both knew what was really happening.

Phil gently grabbed Dan's thigh, slowly massaging and letting it slide up towards his crotch. "Have you been good for me, baby?" he purred in Dan's ear, earning a shudder from the younger man. "I-I-" Dan whimpered. Phil already had him coming undone, his breaths shaky and his heart racing. "Answer me, kitten. You were good for daddy, weren't you? Or do you need punishing?" Phil mewled in a sing-song voice, gently biting at Dan's sensitive neck, driving him mad instantly. "I-I didn't l-listen, daddy, I.. I touched myself last night.." Dan breathed out, tilting his head back slightly. "Hmmm.. is that all, baby?" Phil cooed. Dan swallowed thickly. "N-no, sir, I.. i fingered myself th-this morning.. in the shower, thinking about you.. your long, thick cock, daddy, I came so hard.." Dan confessed. Dan slowly started rubbing Phil through the rough fabric of his jeans, causing Phil's breath to hitch. This was the game they played. Dan did these things purposely, Phil 'punished' him for it. They got each other off. They have been for the past 7 years.

"Ah ah ah, Danny..." Phil tutted playfully. "Such an eager little slut, wanting to get daddy off so quickly. Did you forget? I still have to punish you," he half growled. Dan shivered and chewed his lip, looking up at Phil with hazy eyes. He was drowning in lust, suffocating under Phil's words. "Y-yes, daddy, I know.." Dan managed to breathe out, his palms getting uncomfortably clammy. Phil shoved Dan down onto his back, nearly hitting his head on the edge of the sofa. Phil crawled on top of the younger boy, teasingly grinding their clothed crotches together, agonizing Dan with every reckless move. Phil leaned down and bit and sucked at Dan's neck, leaving small, purple bites all over. Dan was moaning and whimpering, completely melting underneath his roommate. "P-please, Phiiil, n-no more teasing, please, just g-give it to me... I'll be good.." he whined. Phil lifted his head to look at Dan, anger and lust burning in his eyes. "What'd you call me?" he snarled, grinding down hard into Dan's crotch and grabbing his throat simultaneously. Dan lived for this. These moments. "D-daddy, 'm sorry, won't happen again," Dan smirked as he struggled to breathe, all his blood pulsing to his cock as sweat appeared on his forehead. Phil smirked back devilishly. "I was gonna go easy on you, baby, but you've really earned it now." He hurriedly tugged Dan's jeans off, to his relief, and generously rubbed over his boxers. "Maybe next time you'll listen when I tell you," he said in a sickeningly sweet tone before he gripped Dan's length hard enough to make Dan yelp, "only I get to touch this. Touch you. Understand?" Dan nodded and bit his lip. He was intimidated, sure, but fuck, he loved this. Loved him. He knew he shouldn't. But, he did.

Phil pulled down Dan's boxers and revealed his achingly hard and leaking member. Phil leaned down and gave Dan one, long stripe with his tongue on the underside, just enough to make his back arch in pleasure. "What a dirty whore you are, Daniel. So worked up for me, already so fucked out and I'm not even inside you yet," Phil murmured. Dan let out a whine as Phil lifted his legs up over his shoulders. "I'm assuming since you can't control yourself you won't need any stretching, yeah?" Phil mused. Dan whimpered and protested; what he had done this morning wasn't nearly enough. "Aww, what is it Dan?" Phil teased as he rubbed his head against Dan's tight hole. "Don't think you can handle me? You've done this before, taken my cock like such a good little whore." Dan pushed his ass down, desperate for contact and moaned when Phil just barely pushed inside him. It burned and it stung, but fuck, it's just what he wanted. What he needed. Phil leaned down again and sucked on Dan's jaw, causing an eruption of senseless moans from Dan. "Tell daddy what you want, baby, since you're clearly desperate for it," Phil purred. "P-please, daddy, n-need you to fuck me.. need that thick cock inside me, want you t-to use me, just use me, make me your slut, wanna be your l-little fucktoy, daddy please," Dan moaned out. Phil couldn't resist that offer. He was going to use Dan. It's what he did best. He immediately thrust into Dan, bottoming out quickly and closing his eyes. "Ooh, shit, Dan, so tight, baby.. you feel s-so good.." He continued pushing in and out, every move making Dan moan and scream higher and louder. Dan gripped Phil's shoulders with what little strength he had as Phil fucked into him relentlessly. Dan buried his face in Phil's chest, trying to muffle his yells and screams, from both pain and pleasure. "T-touch me, daddy, please!" Dan whined, biting Phil's neck as tears streamed down his cheeks. His dick was so painfully hard he wasn't sure how much more he could handle. "Aww, no baby, you know why I can't do that.." Phil teased as he slammed back into Dan, right into that spot that drove them both over the edge. He hit in again and again, earning plenty of harder!'s and daddy!'s from Dan. "D-daddy, please, n-need to cum, I'm gonna.. ahhh-!" Dan moaned, nearly screaming. "Ahh, yeah, come on, Dan, cum for Daddy? Come on, baby, cum for me.." Phil groaned, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Dan continued sobbing and moaning uncontrollably, and soon came hard and untouched, spilling white all over his abdomen. Phil didn't stop, leaving Dan completely overstimulated and a fucking wreck underneath him. Dan dragged his nails down Phil's back, mouthing the words 'I love you, I love you.." into Phil's chest, but never saying them out loud. Phil finished soon after, and collapsed on top of Dan, both of them utterly exhausted. Both of their chests heaved up and down, nothing left but little kisses and fingers trailing across sweaty skin.

Dan was still crying quietly, face buried in Phil's neck as he cradled him. "Dan... you know how this goes, yet you still get so upset every time.." Phil said quietly. Dan ached at the sweetness in his lover's voice, knowing there most likely wasn't anything genuine behind it anymore. "You know the deal, Dan, same as always," the older man said simply. Phil quickly kissed Dan's forehead and got up to go shower, leaving Dan alone on the couch. The harsh light from the TV still pierced through the comforting darkness of the rest of the room. He knew this was meaningless. They'd agreed from the day they moved in together that their relationship would be completely platonic.

But, jealously found its way through, as it always does. So, this was the only way to keep things grounded. After what seemed like only a handful of people had found out the way they'd felt about each other years ago when they'd first met, everything seemed to collapse. Dan figured it must have been out of fear that Phil had come to this strange conclusion; that this would somehow make things work. They had loved each other, more than anything else they'd ever known or imagined. But, Dan felt that the love on Phil's side of things had died a long time ago. 'Is this what's left of us?' he'd often question himself. The thought was enough to shatter his heart right then and there.

Dan heard the quiet stream of water switch on from down the hall and slowly closed his eyes, only dreaming of what could be.