(warning: smut??)
❝you wrote a hundred letters just for me❞
—phil lester smiled, taking dan's hands in his own and resting his head on top of dan's chocolate curls.
his stomach is twisting in knots and his nerves are battling his emotions. this feeling, it's new. it's like love but with more want and—pain, almost, in his chest.
lust?
dan squeaks under phil's pressure, phil pushes closer to dan, causing them both to moan.
lust.
only days after being together seriously, they're already all over each other. hands, lips, teeth—everything. only, it feels strange. being so intimate with someone so close to you, it feels right in the wrong ways. it's unexplainable but unnecessary to have to explain. it's all the feelings phil's been missing in his empty life.
both boys keep their mouths closed to words, only letting the occasional curse escape their intertwined lips.
if this is what it's like to be really loved, it honestly scared phil.
dan felt so fragile against his chest, as if he'd break if touched in the wrong way.
eventually, phil gets too tired to continue, dan nearly passes out after giving phil a small kiss and whispering an "i love you," and "goodnight."
(steamy at the start makes good spaghetti ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))
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'100 letters' - phan
Fanfictionhe said "please don't go away" i said "it's too late" - [in which phil leaves dan with thousands of unsaid words and 100 letters]
