concept; Phil is 25 and Dan is 17
*phil doesn't know, everything is consensual, and phil's not his teacher or anything*
kinda punk Phil
smut warning ⚠️
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"I need to get fucked."
Dan turned around and widened his eyes. "Daisy!"
"What?" she said, taking a drag of her cigarette and then smirking. "I'm gonna go get fucked tonight. How about you?"
"No, no, no, no, no." Dan said, "I'm NOT going with you again."
"Come on, Danny." She coaxed with a pout. "They'll be plenty of boys wanting you, and you know it. You're a Top's dream twink."
Dan scoffed, "I hate you, you know that? And...everyone's so grabby."
"That's because they think you're hot!"
"I-I'm not." Dan said with a blush. "They're just desperate. That place smells like whisky dick and men ready to fuck a drain pipe."
"You need fun, and I need to get fucked. We'll go somewhere else then! Come on, this is the best time to go!"
"You set a bad image for women everywhere. You are the embodiment of sexist stereotypes and are a living degrading image of the power of a woman. You're basically just-"
"A slut?"
Dan sighed. "You know I don't like that word."
Daisy only rolled her eyes. "It's just a word, it doesn't bother me."
"Really? Not even when men use it as a reason to treat you like an object, and touch you without consent?"
"I don't see you touching me anywhere."
"I'm gay!"
Daisy laughed. "Look, I see what you're saying. You know I think the female body is a gift, and a temple. And sex is nature, baby. I'm not to be used, but to love. I make the choices for my body, and how I use it. If anything, I'm not a bad woman, I'm an ideal one. I can be confident, and strong, and independent. I just make the choices of a horny teenager."
"That's because it's what you are." Dan said, smirking himself as he plopped down on the couch.
"Nope, that's what you are. I'm twenty-one, remember?"
"You're nineteen."
Daisy shrugged. "Close enough. As far as everyone in the club tonight is going to know, I'm twenty-one. It sounds more mature."
"Well, okay. I'm only seventeen, so..."
"You know I can get you in, Danny. And you're coming. End of discussion."
"You are just...so sexual."
"Dan, honestly, if anyone's a whore, it's you."
"You got me there." Dan said with a defeated sigh.
Dan was a lover of boys. He was a lover of deep voices and back muscles, and a little bit of scruff, and light eyes and dark hair to run his fingers through. He was a lover of dominance and cheekbones and boys who had tattoos. He was a lover of long legs, and nice butts. He was a lover of boys with just those features, and just the right movements to drive him wild. And he definitely enjoyed the company of a new boy, probably once a month. But only that many.
