Better Than Me

Chapter 9

chapter notes: hey guys. first thing i want to say: THANK YOU FOR 5K READS THAT'S FUCKING INSANE!!

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Phil didn't seem to notice Dan's hesitation very much as he bit down on the wet skin, sucking it into his mouth to leave a hickey. Dan pushed his fingers through his jet black hair as he marked him.

"Oh-" Dan moaned, struggling to keep quiet. He rutted his hips up as Phil sucked on his smooth skin. He warm body pushed against Dan's caused his hips to brush against him.

Phil's hand that was holding him trailed down to his hips, soothingly rubbing his side. He moved his lips lower down Dan's collarbone and kissed around the skin, mapping out the area where he was going to suck up the blood vessels underneath. Dan was going to have significant love bites adorning his chest from him. Phil ended up giving him three hickeys near his collarbone. The deep, reddish purple marks contrasted his tanned skin beautifully.

"You sound so wonderful," Phil softly spoke, finalizing the hickeys. He gently released Dan's hand from his. "Don't hide those pretty noises from me, baby."

Fuuuck. Phil would have to stop that, or Dan wouldn't be able to control himself. He whimpered and rutted his hips up again.

"If you still want to be going slow, this isn't helping," Dan mewled to him. Phil nodded and backed away.

"Shit, 'm sorry," he mumbled, trying to sit up.

"It's okay," Dan giggled, running his fingers over the new bruises on his collarbones. He was a bit flustered, but chose to ignore it. "It was hot. I liked it."

"Okay, good," Phil sighed. "I couldn't help it. The way you were biting your lip, I just..."

Dan chuckled and ran his fingers against his jaw. "It's okay. I like the marks."

They watched movies into the night until it was dark, still lazily cuddling and lounging around on the couch. Once it got to what could be considered late, Phil turned to face Dan.

"Do you wanna sleep in my bed? I can sleep here on the couch," he offered.

"No, it's okay Phil, go sleep in your bed when you get tired," Dan murmured, half asleep anyway. He cuddled into a pillow sleepily.

When Dan woke up, he was most definitely not on the couch. He looked around through the dim light of the window and saw bright blue and green sheets around him. He was cuddling a pillow with the same colorful checkerboard pattern, as well. Phil must have carried him there after he fell asleep. He cracked a smile, softly smelling his sheets, they smelled good, like Phil. Someday, the pillow he was cuddling would be him, and they would wake up next to each other and give light good morning kisses, then disregard morning breath for real smooches on the lips. Dan smiled at the thought of the hopeful future.

Dan sleepily sat up to look for Phil, assuming he was on the floor somewhere. When he didn't see him, he tiptoed out of bed to look for him in the living room. It was weird being in his clothes from yesterday, as he usually slept in just his boxers.

"Phil?" he asked into the hallway, glimpsing around for him.

"'Morning," Phil mumbled, sitting up from the couch. His hair was messy and standing up on the sides, and his eyes were soft and tired. Dan bit his lip, thinking about how cute he looked.