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Dan was laughing before he even hit the ground. The whole night had been physical; ever since he'd hit puberty he'd been struck by the need to move around and get his energy out. He often suppressed the urge - his limbs only got longer and longer and still hadn't quite stopped, so it was sometimes a dangerous proposition to move freely. But Phil's bedroom was fine - as long as he avoided the camera everything else was just a soft bed and couch and floor covered in Phil's clothes.
Dan laid in various positions on the bed and around the room as they filmed, but mostly he kept his hands off of Phil. Not that he wasn't tempted, but they needed to get enough footage that Phil could actually edit it into a video. A video that didn't show them doing things Dan definitely didn't want on YouTube.
But then Phil had tackled him, and all bets were off. They filmed a quick goodbye and then Phil rubbed at the ink on Dan's face, smushing his cheeks and the top of his nose around.
"Ow, stop it!"
"Come on, do you want to be wearing that all night?"
"You don't want to be a cat all night? Mrow," Dan attempted to meow seductively and sent Phil into a fit of giggles.
"Come on Dan, we can't do anything with whiskers on our faces."
"Like what? I think we can pretty much do anything as long as we don't leave the house. The clerk at Asda might think we're a bit odd."
"I meant like - things." Phil glanced down and away. Oddly it had been Dan who'd been slightly more willing to broach the topic first the previous night as they'd prepared to go to sleep. The night had ended in sleepy makeouts and sharing Phil's bed though, so Dan couldn't complain.
"Not into cat play?"
"That's not a thing," Phil scoffed.
"Anything can be a thing," Dan insisted. "You clearly haven't been spending enough time on the internet."
"And you've been spending too much."
"Not like I can argue with that."
"I don't want to be on the computer tonight. I'll edit tomorrow when you're gone."
"Okay. What will we do instead?" Dan had most of the ink off his face now, if the amount on the tissue he'd grabbed was any indication. At least it probably looked less like cat whiskers and more like a weird bruise.
"Whatever you want."
"Whatever I want? You should know better than that." Dan grinned and crawled up onto the bed, and Phil eagerly followed.
"Want your shirt off, first." Phil had it off before Dan finished the sentence. "Everything else too."
"What about you?"
"I'm good." Phil made an odd face like he was about to argue, to protest against Dan denying him the ability to see him equally vulnerable and exposed, but he didn't.
"What now?" Phil was naked, and barely hard, though clearly something about the situation was affecting him. His cheeks were turning a bit pink and his breathing had changed.
"Lie back." Phil arranged himself against the pillows pushed up along the wall. "Perfect."
The previous night's events had been hot, but entirely clothed. Dan had come and he was fairly certain Phil had too, but he'd just cleaned up in the bathroom after and not mentioned it. They'd both been asleep within minutes after Dan had returned to the bed anyway. Now he had all of Phil in front of him, smooth and waiting, clearly visible even in the relatively low lighting of the one lamp. The air between them seemed to thrum with energy.
He was beautiful, beyond even Dan's wildest fantasies (which had only been spurred on by every picture Phil had posted online before they'd even started talking). He didn't have super defined muscles or a perfect jaw or a massive cock, or any of the other things Dan gathered might be the usual things people might find attractive about a man. Normally he tried not to think about that subject too much at all.
But that was difficult because despite having none of those things, Phil blew everyone else out of the water. His chest was warm and comfortingly soft. His nipples were adorable, perking up in the slight chill now that he was naked. His hair was slightly mussed from when he'd tackled Dan and he hadn't quite finger combed it back down perfectly.
Dan reached out with one hand and fixed his fringe. As if he wasn't going to immediately mess it up again. He still couldn't believe he got to do that, got to mess up AmazingPhil's hair and then put it back, as many times as he wanted.
Dan leaned down and kissed Phil's stomach. It shifted below his lips as Phil squirmed.
"Tickles," Phil said, breathless. He didn't seem to actually be complaining.
Dan let his mouth fall open a little and his tongue dart out to lick little stripes up the creases where Phil's legs met his torso. Phil had some hair, of course, but relatively little which made it easy for Dan to slide his tongue along Phil's skin in loops and occasionally pull a little into his mouth to bite.
"You're a tease," Phil said. He still didn't sound like he was complaining. He sounded almost reverent. Dan would go to a church where he could worship Phil and be worshipped right back.
Dan nodded anyway though - no reason not to give Phil what he wanted. He held eye contact for a long moment as he lowered the ring of his lips around the head of Phil's cock.
It felt like it went by in flashes, like his memory of the whole experience came out a little choppy and edited down for time. One moment he was licking and gently massaging under the head with his tongue, watching Phil's eyes go round, and the next -
Well, the next Dan had him fully in his mouth, eyes closed, head bobbing and spit dripping out where his mouth didn't form a perfect seal. Dan choked a bit and lifted his head slightly to breathe. He could do this - he'd done it before, and that guy hadn't been any smaller than Phil. Dan bobbed back down and gagged a little again - well, maybe Phil was a little thicker. It wasn't like Dan had brought a measuring tape to compare.
He started to laugh at the thought and pulled off so he wouldn't accidentally graze the sensitive skin with his teeth.
"What's so funny?" Phil didn't look bothered at all by the interruption. He looked happy. Dan had never had sex where he'd laughed in the middle before.
"Nothing." He quickly took Phil's cock back into his mouth to distract him. It worked, and by the time Dan had his own clothes off and was rutting helplessly into Phil's perfect hand he'd forgotten all about it.
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"Your skin looks nice under the blue sun."
"What? The blue sun? Sun's yellow, like you." Phil wasn't really yellow, but with the light reflecting off the sand near sunset he was pretty close.
"No, it's blue."
"Your mum's blue."
Phil reached over and stuck his hand into Dan's neck right in the way always did when he was trying to be a little shit and get on Dan's nerves. Dan curled into the fetal position, uncontrollable giggles pouring out of him.
"Phil!" He could tell he was drawing out every word like he tended to do when drunk. "Phil stop, I'll puke."
Phil didn't respond, but he did stop tickling Dan, instead curling into Dan's side and replacing his hand with his mouth and his hot, tequila scented breath on Dan's skin.
"Phil."
"Mmm?"
"We should go back to our room."
"Why?" Phil asked, and Dan's heart broke a little at the honesty of it. If Phil didn't realize why they shouldn't be rolling around together on the beach in public, he must be a bit more drunk than Dan had realized.
"Come on," Dan pushed himself up and pulled Phil to his feet. He nearly stumbled and ended up on top of Phil because Phil couldn't stop laughing.
"Didn't realize you got this silly," Dan muttered.
"That's me, silly Philly," Phil singsonged as they walked. Dan shrugged his hand out of Phil's loose grip as soon as anyone else was in sight, even though they were just random tourists hundreds of meters away.
"You can be as silly as you want when we're back in bed."
"I think I might get lucky tonight," Phil said as if telling a secret.
"I think you might pass out within five seconds of lying down tonight. Your luck will have to wait."
"That's okay. I'm already lucky." Dan let himself look over for a brief moment to see the look of utter adoration in Phil's eyes. This was a holiday, after all. He could allow himself some indulgences.
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Dan knew from research he'd done years ago that this was normal. They'd been awake for well over fourteen hours straight and Dan had been floating on the unreality of it all from the moment they'd walked into the theatre. They'd met fans, they'd stepped out on stage to the sound of thousands of people losing their ever-loving minds - this was a normal reaction to all of that.
But knowing it was normal didn't make it any easier to stop laughing long enough to stick his dick into his loving, patient, extremely horny soulmate. Anal sex and giggling simply did not mix.
Phil finally stopped long enough to reach one arm back and grab Dan's dick. Dan stopped moving, probably some kind of survival instinct when something grabbed you like that, even if it was just Phil in the safety of their own room.
"Just put it in!" Phil whined, attempting to line himself up. His arm wasn't quite long enough to properly coordinate the angle. Dan gripped one hand on each of Phil's ass cheeks with a little more force and somehow, together, they managed it. Dan sank in and heard Phil's corresponding sigh of relief.
"Harder."
"It's been two seconds, Phil, would you let me have a moment?"
"Want it now."
Sometimes, Dan reflected, the people calling him whipped were maybe a little right.
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Dan walked into the tv room and stopped dead in his tracks.
It was nothing - only Phil, in his Minecraft pajamas and a faded soft tshirt, snuggled up into the sofa. He had the tv paused on the start of the episode after the ads, waiting for Dan to return from making popcorn and changing into his own comfy pajamas.
Dan didn't drop the popcorn, but it was a close thing. He set it down on the table as he walked over. Seeing Phil all loose and relaxed on their sofa, in the house they'd designed, had snapped something in Dan. Something been wound up without his knowledge and had finally come loose. He lunged at Phil, knocking his phone out of his hand and onto the sofa.
"What's gotten into you?" Phil asked.
"You, hopefully." Dan tucked his nose into Phil's neck and breathed deep. He could smell Phil's deodorant, barely, and a little sweat - it was the end of a long day for them, a chance to finally relax before doing it all over again. Dan licked Phil's neck, not being careful at all about it.
He knew Phil really liked it when he went a bit feral, and Dan liked giving Phil what he liked.
"No, really!" Phil shoved Dan back a little after a long, breathless kiss. "You have to tell me. So I can do it again." Phil smirked.
"The pajamas," Dan mumbled into Phil's skin. Why were they still talking? His hips were already starting to move, the thin layers of fabric not stopping either of them from sharing pleasure in the friction of a little grinding.
"Now, or after the show?" Phil whispered. They'd gotten better, over the years, at not just giving in and fucking whenever the mood struck. Sometimes anticipation could heighten the experience.
"One episode."
"Okay." Dan turned and plopped himself down next to Phil instead, with his arm around Phil's shoulders, and settled in to focus on the show and ignore the background hum of arousal. As soon as it ended he was on Phil again, and only Dan's insistence on keeping lube stains off the sofa kept them from going at it right there.
Instead they stumbled upstairs and he pushed Phil back against the pillows on their bed, imitating their previous positioning by straddling him again, and encouraged him to lie back while Dan got ready to ride him.
"Haven't seen you this eager in a while," Phil murmured. "Didn't even get me fully naked."
Dan's love of seeing as much of Phil's skin as possible was a defined fact now, and one that Phil took advantage of whenever he could. But he was right, right now his boxers and pajama bottoms were just pushed down as far as they needed to be for access. Dan could feel the soft material against his ass once he was fully seated.
"Maybe I like you like this. You won't whine because you're cold."
"Better be careful though. Don't want you getting a conditioned response to these pjs."
"Wouldn't mind it. You wear them a lot. They make your butt look nice."
"I thought you told me once it doesn't need any help." Even when his eyes were closed and his head tilted back in pleasure, cock buried deep inside Dan, Phil still couldn't resist fishing for compliments.
"It doesn't." And Dan was always there, biting on the lure.
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They'd worn so many ridiculous outfits for videos that Dan thought they were both desensitized. Surely if anything was going to do it, it would have been Sister Daniel. Not that they hadn't fooled around with that costume, but not directly following the baking video. They'd both been too locked in on producing something funny and worth watching, and then afterward they'd been exhausted.
But for some reason, the outfit Dan had dubbed "Pass Around Party Bottom in Miami" had done something for Phil, and after this long Dan had stopped questioning either of their odd proclivities. That had stopped somewhere around the second dog collar.
Phil shut off the camera - they had more than enough footage like this from accidents, they didn't need more - and crowded into Dan's space like he was shimmying by in a busy club.
"Hands against the wall," Phil said low right in Dan's ear, and he wasn't immune to that tone. He obeyed, keeping his hips out and away. Phil would decide if and when he got any sort of stimulation, and where.
Dan heard shuffling behind him and then felt Phil's hands undoing the button and zip of the tiny jean shorts. He kept his eyes on the blank wall. It was more titillating not to know what Phil was going to do next.
Phil dragged the shorts and Dan's pants slowly over Dan's ass, not removing them fully but just sliding them until they were caught, held in place by the slight spread of Dan's thighs. Phil thumbed along Dan's crease and Dan realized that the lube was definitely at least a few feet away, surely Phil would realize that-
He stopped thinking as Phil's tongue swiped up in a long, slow stroke. They didn't do this often in this arrangement - Dan found it overwhelming and Phil complained that it was a really intense tongue workout.
But they'd done it enough that Phil knew how to keep Dan from tapping out, alternating gentle licks with his tongue pressing in slowly, letting Dan set the pace as he relaxed and tilted his hips back in slow rolling thrusts, pushing his weight against the wall where his arms remained braced.
Dan was hard and before long, dripping, but he barely noticed. His eyes were squeezed shut and his breath was coming in short pants and whines. It had taken him a long time to give in and allow Phil to hear him in the situations where he felt most vulnerable, and this definitely counted.
Dan's legs were shaky and he was worried he'd have to call this off, as hot as it was, and move them to a horizontal surface. But instead Phil stood and gently pulled until Dan's hands came off the wall and he was leaning back a little against Phil's chest.
"Down, boy," Phil said softly, pushing on Dan's shoulder. Dan went, bending his knees and letting his legs rest as he moved to all fours. Phil followed him down and resumed where he'd left off, replacing his tongue with one nimble finger and really good aim. His other hand was wrapped around Dan's cock, preventing anything from dripping onto the carpet. He wasn't moving it, just lightly squeezing the head. Dan knew he wasn't allowed to move; that wasn't the game they were playing.
"Please," Dan hissed.
"It's okay. You've got it. You can come anytime." Phil was calm, reassuring, not trying to rile Dan up with his words but instead providing a strange sense of safety.
Dan grunted - probably not a sexy sound but he was desperate, he could feel how close he was with Phil just circling his finger, all of Dan's focus closed in on that feeling and nothing else.
He was about to protest that he couldn't, to give up and plead for help, when Phil squeezed his cock one more time and pressed with the pad of his finger and Dan's mind went white with pleasure. It lasted a longer time than a normal orgasm, like rolling waves instead of a harsh crash of sensation. He was pretty sure Phil's hand had not caught everything and they were making a mess of the carpet, but he was beyond caring.
Phil ducked into the bathroom and came back with tissues. He cleaned Dan up and then got him standing and into bed with the blanket over him. Dan tried to protest - they'd been in the middle of a video - but they had time. A little nap was okay. The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was the smug look on Phil's face as he laid down on the other side of the bed.
Well, he'd just have to get Phil back some other time.
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"Phil. You know we can't, bub. They said to wait a month just to be safe, and I'm not risking your health. Plus, it would be really embarrassing to have to go back and admit we broke their rules-"
"They said no penetrative sex for a month. I asked specifically and they said orgasms were fine." Phil was putting on his best stinky baby tone. He'd been in that mode pretty much since the initial shock of his sudden bleeding episode had worn off, but Dan hadn't said a word so far. Phil deserved everything he asked for and more. If there was any little thing Dan could do to bring him comfort or make him feel better, he would do it in a heartbeat.
"Alright. But I'm doing all the work."
"Great, just like normal then." Okay, now Phil was just being sassy on purpose.
"If you move a muscle I'll stop."
"Got it." Phil rolled his shoulders and settled his arms back against the pillows. He was well propped up for comfort, had been like that all day while Dan waited on him, bringing him food and coffee and his gamepad.
And apparently, now his orgasm.
Dan grabbed the lube bottle - the nice one that Phil had ordered, now that they were old and experienced enough to have preferences.
He wasn't actually that surprised that Phil was horny - between all of the medical events and their anticipation of their upcoming holiday they hadn't really put much effort into making time for sex lately, but that was normal now. Just part of the push and pull of adult life.
As Dan worked his hand along Phil's length, gentle and slow but firm enough that Phil wouldn't start whining again, he had the errant thought that some of the blood currently allowing Phil to have an erection might not be his, which was - odd. Not a bad thought - anything that allowed Phil to be alive and well and home instead of in a hospital bed was a-okay with Dan. But it was just the sort of existential wondering he probably shouldn't share right this second.
He was shaken out of his thoughts by Phil's hand wandering up his thigh toward his groin.
"Ah ah ah, you said you'd stay still!" Dan removed his hand and Phil shook his head.
"Sorry, sorry. Are you…?" Phil nodded to Dan's loose sweatpants that didn't give much of an indication as to his own state.
"A little. Don't worry about me."
Dan returned his hand to its task and then thought for a moment. He used his other hand to drag his sweatpants down to his knees, thankful he didn't have anything on under them, and leaned over to line up his own cock with Phil's, careful not to put any weight on Phil. It was all on his other arm - working out once in a while did have its perks.
Luckily he wouldn't have to stay like this for long. At this point Dan knew Phil's buttons maybe better than he knew his own.
After they were done and Dan had cleaned Phil off, he returned from the bathroom to Phil's lazy smile. God Dan was so glad they were home and he could see that smile again. Phil had made jokes in the hospital trying to lighten the mood and help them both not be so scared, but he hadn't smiled like that.
"You're the best," Phil said sleepily. "Best nurse ever."
"Think I'd get fired for that if I was your nurse."
"I wouldn't report you."
"I love you." It was a non sequitur, but Dan had stopped caring. He said it easily now, more easily than he ever had in the decade plus they'd been together, even when he had been drunk and eighteen. He'd say it every day if Phil wanted, or every hour. No point in holding back anymore.