Darling You'll Be Okay // PHAN

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Dan's POV

All I could hear was Phil muttering about how he hates buttons between our passionate little pecks.

"Just pull it over my head." He exclaimed.

"Don't shout at me Mr. Snappy Pants.." and we kissed again. "It's my shirt, I'll do as I please."

Phil made a 'pfft' sound and I decided to fuck it. Not Phil. The shirt. Not fuck the shirt. To rip it off. Though fucking Phil seems a nice idea.

The buttons flew across the room, and all I could look at was Phil's expression, he look dazed and confused but he also seemed to like it.

"I never knew you were that strong! Usually you can't open a jar!" He exclaimed.

"Yes I can!" I exclaimed back.

"You got me to open the beetroot the other night!"

"I was playing, playing weak." I replied.

Phil's POV

He couldn't help but run his hands over my chest, he was so warm against me. Dan wrapped his hands around my waist and slammed me against the headboard, in doing so knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasped for breath before linking mouths with his once again. Our tongues fought for dominance, a triumphant war. Dan trailed his tongue down my chest and to my jeans where he looked up longingly. I smirked back and laughed.

Dan's POV

I fiddled with Phil's jeans until the button came undone and slowly, painstakingly unzipped his jeans.

"Come on Dan!" Phil squealed in anticipation.

I pulled down his jeans as quick as I could revealing a large bulge which made me grin further. Phil bit his lip and stared at me through his lashes which turned me on more.

"You're kinda hot when you do that." I whispered in his ear.

"What? Am I turning you on?" He questioned me.

"Maybe but I guess we'll see." I said teasing him.