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Bad Day-Phan (Part 2)

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Prompt: Can you please write a second part to Bad Day?

  “But can we play Mario now?” Phil asked me with a small giggle, reverting back to his innocent self after giving me what was admittedly one of the best blowjobs I’d ever received - from either gender. I pulled my head back out of our hug a bit and gave him a look, then nudged his forehead with my own. I struggled to find any words to say to answer his question, so just shook my head. He pouted a little, and his perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed. 
  “Why not?” he asked, obviously confused. I ran my hand around from his back to in between our bodies, my fingertips sliding over the soft fabric of his button up checked shirt and eventually getting to the thick denim of his jeans. My hand gently passed over his crotch and I rubbed the area, causing some friction over the slight bulge he was sporting.
  “Don’t you want me to fix this?” I asked quietly, wondering if he actually did. It’s not he’d asked me in the first place, but I had to repay him somehow. He’d made my shitty day much less shitty. His eyes ran over my face as I essentially palmed him, not that it would be doing much good through the layers of his jeans, and he smacked his lips while he searched for an answer.

I bit the inside of my lip as I waited, almost wondering if I should stop. I was about to cease my movements, but then I saw him nod briefly. A small smile fell on my face, and I was relieved that I hadn’t just crossed a line or something. He smiled back at me and kissed my nose, making me giggle a little. I was still feeling giddy after the high he gave me, so everything he did was five times more cute or adorable than usual. 
  “I think we can do better than that,” I mused, and pressed my lips to his softly. He was such a good kisser, and I found myself wishing we did this more often. I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind and concentrated on his perfectly pink plump lips. We kissed gently, with no speed, haste or hurry. Just a mutual appreciation for each other. At least that’s what I felt. It was almost lazy in a sense, though nowhere near sloppy. I continued to palm him through his jeans for a while, then decided those motions were a bit useless, so moved both of my hands down and started fiddling with his belt. 
  “This is nice,” Phil muttered against my lips as we kissed each other, and I curled my lips into a smile in response.
  “It is,” I agreed as I pulled the leather through the metal, the process taking a little longer than it would if I were looking directly at it, but I wasn’t about to give up kissing Phil to speed it up. His hand was moving up and down my side comfortingly, making the fabric ride up slightly, but that didn’t matter. After all, I still only had one trouser leg on. I coaxed the fabric of his jeans down, and along with the help of him wiggling his hips, we got the fabric down to his ankles. I pushed him back into the couch and moved myself so that I was on top of him, then gently ground my crotch into his and continued our sweet kisses.

I eventually pulled back from his lips and smiled down at him, sitting on his thighs. I ran my hands over his arms and pulled him into a sitting position, then turned him around so he was sitting on the couch properly. I pecked his lips a couple more times before I slid off of his lap, and onto the floor in front of him. I gently spread his knees apart and tickled my fingers up the inside of his thigh, and eventually reached his bulge. My thumb and finger teased his length with one hand, and I used my other to claw at the fabric separating us. He thrust upwards, I assumed half out of helping me get his boxer briefs down, and half out of wanting more friction. We worked the fabric off of him so he was left naked from the waist down.  
  “You’re bigger than I remember,” I commented, and pressed my lips to the inside of his legs, and slowly started kissing and licking my way up.
  “I thought the same,” he giggled, and I smiled into my wee kisses. I got to the top of his thigh and quickly transferred my lips onto the base of his length, and began kissing and licking up that. He whimpered a little as I kissed his tip, and from what I could remember he was quite sensitive there.

I looked up at him and moved my hand to his dick, and began stroking him teasingly slowly. He met my eyes and smiled a little, looking pretty blissful. I gathered in that moment that I’d have to work him a little more than he had worked me, given I was horny the moment I walked in here, and he obviously wasn’t. I tightened my grip and ran my thumb over his tip as we locked eyes, then moved my head forward and darted my tongue over the head, never leaving his gaze. I wondered what it looked like to him, his best friend between his legs, eagerly about to suck his dick. 

We broke eye contact as I shifted my position, getting up on my knees so I had a better angle to work with. I wrapped my lips around his tip, running my tongue back and forth over his slit. That alone immediately earned me a moan from him which made me smile a bit, so I plunged deeper. My hands braced his hips, not that he was bucking or anything yet, but I didn’t want to be caught off guard as I bobbed my head on him. I hollowed my cheeks and moved slowly, making sure to use my tongue when required and use my lips to add to the experience.

He was moaning, but not as much or as loudly as I would have liked, so I ran one of my hands up the inside of his thigh again, teasingly petting the skin in hopes to draw him closer. I grabbed his hand in my own and directed it towards my head, making his lean fingers interlace with my hair. Both of my hands were on the insides of his thighs now, provoking the skin, and I pulled off of him briefly to deliver a message.
  “Fuck my mouth,”

I closed my eyes and relaxed the back of my throat in preparation as I reattached my lips, and felt his other hand - filled with svelte long fingers - entwine in my brown locks. He pulled my head down experimentally, then moved it back up, then down again on himself as he built up a rhythm. Soon he started to use his own hips more, and his hands were in my hair basically to just hold me still. This technique was better for both of us, because before I knew it he was moaning with every exhaled. Every time I felt him in my throat I swallowed, constricting the area around his cock significantly. His moans grew higher and more whiny as he drew closer, and he started pulling my head into him more rather than opting for moving his hips. 

  “C-close…” he stuttered, and stopped forcing my mouth onto him. He was writhing, and obviously not lying about being close, and I quickly thought on my feet as to what I could do to make it special for him. I braced his hips again with one hand and returned the other to his member, pulling my mouth off of him and holding it open, at his tip but not touching it, ready for him to cum into my mouth. I glanced up and locked eyes with him, and licked over his tip again.

That was all it took for him to climax, and I felt his cum shoot into my mouth, coating my tongue and the back of my throat. I swallowed it quickly, before I felt the need to spit it out, then licked up the excess as Phil melted into the couch. I kissed his dick, like he had done to mine, and got to my feet. I finally pulled the other leg of my jeans on properly, and looked down at him, all spent and tired on the couch. I grinned at him and ruffled his slightly damp fringe, leaning over and delivering a cheeky peck on his mouth as I leant my palms on his knees.
  “Now we can play Mario,"