𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤!

Please be gentle...

Phil took Dan to his room and turned on the heater there and got in bed with the boy, he wanted to relax and warm up. Dan pulled the covers around him as he looked at phil. "who do you live with?"

"I live by myself."

"oh, this place is nice."

"Thanks."

Dan bite his lips nervously as he looked back at Phil who had moved a bit closer.

"You seem nervous..." He spoks softly

"n-no..!" Dan stuttered making Phil roll his eyes.
"I'm not nervous!" He added. Phil shook his head and grabbed Dan's hand which made him blush slightly.

"Dan..?"

"Y-yeah..?" He turned his head to Phil and looked into his ocean blue eyes and started to slowly drift away and weirdly felt safe as he looked into them. He was pulled back into reality with Phil's lips crashing into his, he tasted of coffee and cigarettes. Dan let Phil take over as he relaxed his bottom lip and let him push him down onto the duvet.
Phil then stopped kissing him and whispered, "don't worry... I'll take care of you..." Dan whimpered softly and nodded as he wrapp his arms around Phil's neck and wanted him to kiss him again.
Phil wasted no time when he saw Dan's actions and kissed him again, tasting the sweetness of the inside of his mouth. Just as Phil expected, he tasted like what he smelt of, vanilla. He tasted Dan's saliva as he heard Dan moan quietly and felt his arms go weak almost. Phil smirked as he felt Dan pull him closer; he could tell as Dan desperately wanted some sort of friction on his lower half. He was already turned on by just kissing Phil. Phil stopped missing him and laughed a bit at how needy he was already,

"Excited, are we?" He smirked.

"S-shut up!" Dan blushed as he covered his face with his hands, flustered.

"Shhh, I can help make you feel better..." Phil whispered which made Dan whine a little.

Phil then lowered himself towards Dan's skirt and started to pull it down as he heard Dan whimpering. He finally took off the skirt and was about to grab his panties when Dan freaked out and kicked him in the face, 

"n-no!" He stuttered and grabbed the covers and covered himself up.

Phil was a bit out of it for a minute or two for having been kicked in the face; he shook it off and got back up and looked at Dan. His expression on his face was concerning and Phil sat down on the bed and looked at him.

"Are you okay?" Phil asked as Dan held his hands up to his face; Phil grabbed Dan's hand and pulled it away and saw Dan's face was bright red and his eyes almost on the verge of crying. 

"You haven't done anything... Have you?" He said softly, Dan nodded slowly making Phil grabbed his other hand and pulled him closer.

"Gee, I wished you told me that sooner before you kicked me." Phil laughed making Dan giggle slightly.

"You can't blame me." Dan retorted. 

Phil laughed at his response, "I guess you're right, I can't..." 

Dan nodded and then looked Phil back in the eyes, "y-you can continue... just be gentle."

"Of course." Phil smiled and kissed Dan softly making Dan whimper a bit as he grabbed the end of his shirt. 

"o-off..." He told Phil as they kept kissing.

Phil nodded and took off his shirt, showing his tattoos on his chest and arms; Dan bite his lips as he looked at his chest and turned himself even more on than before.