Phan Oneshots

As You Please

Summary: In which Dan ruins the mood during sex. Except he doesn't. 
Word Count: 2,485
Warnings: smut, spanking, praise kink, slight degradation, barebacking, rimming
A/N: honestly i dont know what this is. blame ​astronomerhxwell for this one, he told me to do it. I wrote this mostly at 4am and then couldn't sleep because i just HAD to finish this. apparently i cant write serious smut so youre welcome

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They were kissing, which is nothing new by now. After being together for eight years, they both grew used to each other's kissing styles, knew how to bite each other's lip in just the right way, just a slight flick of the tongue that made their knees weak.

Phil was growing harder by the second, a consequence of the way Dan was threading his fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as though he was trying to breathe him in. Phil grabbed Dan's belt loops, pushing his thigh between Dan's legs to brush his knee against Dan's growing bulge. He could feel Dan's thighs quivering against him, and it was possibly the hottest thing Phil's ever had to encounter.

Suddenly, Dan broke away, leaning his head against Phil's shoulder and panting. His breath was hot against Phil's skin, making the hairs on the back of Phil's neck raise with each exhale. "Phil," Dan sighed out, causing Phil to let out an animalistic moan and pull him closer by the belt loops.

Phil kissed the side of Dan's head and hummed, wondering why Dan could have possibly stopped.

Dan was chewing his lip, an uncertain look crossing his face. Phil backed off immediately, knowing that if there was anything uncertain about Dan's actions, then Phil didn't have full consent and he would respect that, no matter how horny he was. Dan opened and closed his mouth, frowned, and then buried his head back into Phil's shoulder, nipping at his skin. It made it very hard for Phil to get his mind clear, but he held himself back in order to stop the uncertainty from crossing over Dan's face. Then, Dan spoke, smirking against Phil's neck. "I like you how I like my emotions."

The words were puzzling to Phil's clouded mind. Where did this come from? What did that even mean? Why would Dan possibly stop them just to say that he liked Phil like he liked his emotions? Phil was completely and utterly confused and he didn't know what to do about it. "Erm?" Phil questioned, letting out a small chuckle. Maybe he was just too stupid to figure it out right now. "Explain?"

At that, Dan picked up his head, looked Phil right in the eye, and his smirk grew. There was something heated about that gaze, the uncertainty gone, and then he was leaning in until his lips were touching Phil's ear. Phil could feel the vibrations from his voice as he spoke, deep and husky and full of lust. "Buried deep inside me."

Phil choked on his spit, not knowing whether the situation was humourous, horrifying, or just turned him on more. His eyes widened as he let out a chuckle and Dan sucked a mark into his neck, making Phil melt under his touch. "God Dan," Phil groaned. "Way to ruin the mood."

"Ruin the mood?" Dan asked, his voice amused. He surged forward and caught Phil's lips in his own, licking into his mouth just the way Phil liked it. "I think I enhanced it." With that, he put his hands in Phil's back pockets and yanked him forward so their crotches were pressed tightly together and Phil could feel the heat of Dan's body against him.

A moan was knocked out of Phil, and yeah, maybe the mood definitely wasn't ruined as Dan grabbed the back of Phil's shirt to lift it over his head. His fingertips ran over the skin of Phil's back as he discarded his shirt, and Phil arched into the touch. He loved whenever Dan touched him, felt it burning him up. He could never truly get enough of it, wanted to get drunk on the feeling of Dan surrounding him.

Dan's shirt disappeared in an instant and then their bare chests were pressed together and Phil just wanted more. He wanted his hands all over Dan's body, feeling his body underneath his own, the warmth of every caress. Dan's body was silk in Phil's hands, pliant and soft. His lips were receptive and he arched into Phil's every touch, like he was just as enraptured in the spell as Phil was. The noises coming from his mouth were sinful, and Phil made sure to swallow them down with his own lips just because he could.