phil had his eyes trained on dan's ass as he moved around the room, putting dirty laundry in the hamper and cleaning his room. of course phil is there, dan doesn't remember a time when they didn't come home from school together. dan originally put his television on so phil wouldn't be laying there bored, but he supposes he should've figured the pervert his boyfriend is would make an appearance.
"staying for dinner, baby loves?" an amused smile played on the brown haired boy's lips when he turned around to see phil hanging upside down off his bed.
"obviously. stupid question," phil rolled his eyes playfully. he raised (lowered) his pointer finger to tap his lips, a silent request for a kiss. dan faked a sigh of exasperation as lowered himself onto his knees so he could reach phil's face. "that was a weak ass kiss."
"oh really?" dan moved to straddle his boyfriend's hips as phil moved down the bed a little so his head wasn't hanging off. the younger one leaned down and planted a firm kiss right under phil's jaw, where he knew it would drive him crazy and leave him wanting more.
"you trying to start something, mr howell?" phil's voice seemed to deepen with lust. god, if it wasn't the hottest thing dan's ever heard. "you're making no nut november really difficult, you know."
"i absolutely hated that. go play fortnite with adrian or go charm my mum while i try to recover."
"you know as much as i would love that, my dick is hard."
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