Please, leave your shoes and virgin eyes at the door. The smut, the filth and the sexy, all in a book titled as the first fic in it and powered by a facebook group. Scream if you must, but justify it to no one!
((I'd like to thank Phil for fueling and leading the world of phanfiction for the past while. He really does do all the work for us, God bless him😂 Let's also take a moment to appreciate his onesie butt, it'll become relevant in a bit-
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Theeere she is. On we go~))
"Wider.." Phil instructed, leaving Dan to the torment of practicing a convincing smile so he rocks his Santa costume. The loose red sweatpants coated his skinny legs in a warmth that reminded him of his comfortable blanket. "I could be in bed right now." He said through gritted teeth so as to not break his 'smile'. Yeah, but you're not!" Phil threw the last piece of Dan's outfit at him- a fluffy hat with its white and glittery pom-pom at the end.
With a sigh, Dan's Santa outfit came together. "Can you remind me why this was a good idea?" He asked, unenthusiastically shoving loose cotton into a santa gift sack to create the full illusion of the gift bearer. "Because PJ is a great friend and we promised to make up for the wall we broke. So, if he's missing a Santa and his rudolf, that's what we'll provide!" With an intense look and a firm grip on Dan's shoulders, Phil gave him a spin and continued to undress to a minimum and then get into his costume. "He's also renting a two-story mansion and I wanted to see more than the pictures." He confessed, still figuring his way around his outfit.
Dan had already left the room when Phil started painting his nose a bright red and smudging some on his cheeks for an intense blushing effect. Right as he was putting on the final piece of festive accessory on his head, Dan came in and took in the whole look before sighing lovingly "Adorable." He pinched Phil's cheek and brushed his hand on the costume's butt when he was walking back out. "I might enjoy this party after all." He closed the door with a wink and leaving Phil to a convincing mix of both the artificial and blood-excited blush.
Albeit, Dan was upset that PJ got to conduct everything with his simple Christmas jumper on. But the inviting structure of Phil's suit opened his heart to the party atmosphere, and it wasn't just his spirits that were raised. All throughout the photographing and awkward conversations, Dan had managed to sneak in a few gropes, smacks and winks. He watched Phil's face change from white to red over and over- like a candy cane in the making. And as the colors flashed in and out of their norm, his expression changed from a mild discomfort to a pouting need. He knew exactly how to lure Dan in.
He began his plan, looking over his shoulder first to see if Dan was still ogling his rear. Needless to say, he was all over it. Then, he fixed his posture and, instead of prancing around like his costume dictated, he swung his hips and seductively made huge steps towards the mansion's door. Dan followed, people getting less and pressure bending him in Phil's direction.
When Dan closed the door behind him, he saw Phil, still sashaying his way up the stairwell and admiring the beauty and tidiness of everything. Suddenly, a pair of red-coated arms grabbed onto his torso and shoulder, spinning him around in place so he could face the one and only gift-giver. And, man, did he have a gift in mind.
"Hi, Dan." He smiled, catching an oh-so-satisfying glimpse of confusion and lustful fury in his eyes. Dan wanted sweet revenge. The hand on Phil's torso travelled down to a valley well known and his breathing was now audible and steamy. Dan leaned in, satisfied to have gotten him going, and kissed him. The tension in Phil's body melted into passion and spilled out of his lips and into Dan's. He'd also realized that his previously clenched muscles were the only thing supporting his stance, and he slowly fell onto the stairs, Dan topping him with no sign of giving the act up.
Now, if you were an attendee at the party, and you happened to lean against the locked door, I'd argue that you could hear things. You could hear the costume's zipper slowly going down Phil's chest and exposing half of his body, you could her the band on the alleged Santa's pants snap a couple of times, and you could definitely hear the moans that try so hard to cover up the sinful sound of skin-on-skin pounding.
But I want you to see more. To see Phil's fringe covering his eyes as his mouth spills an unintelligible beg for mercy. Dan trying to quiet him down with rough kisses and intense groans. The slow over-sensual thrusting that was an aftermath of a tiring meat-slap. And finally the sweet release, a taste they both had on their tongues when they inhaled the first deep breath of air.
I wanted you to watch their faces as they come down from where they were and uncomfortably lay down the stairs, next to each other, their sweat freezing them in the returning cold. That's when I wanted you to think, after experiencing that entire image, will you ever think up Santa, innocently riding his reindeer?
