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DAN

After last night, I felt so much more comfortable with Phil. I still wasn't comfortable in myself, though and that made me so annoyed.

//smut//

I sighed contentedly as Phil wrapped his arms around my body, wincing slightly as he rubbed and pushed on some cuts and bruises. But it was a nice contact. It felt safe.

I smiled softly as I felt him press his body closer against mine, us fitting together practically perfectly. He smelled so much like him in that moment and I absolutely adored it.

He gently presses kisses to my neck, causing me to squeal at the contact on my sensitive skin.

I could feel him smile against me before he reached his head up, gently pressing his lips to my own. I tensed slightly at the contact before almost immediately melting into the kiss. He grabbed my hips, turning me onto my side to face him. Everything he did was gentle, and I could tell he was doing anything to make me comfortable. My heart swelled with affection for him. He made me feel loved, a feat no one had been capable of before.

He moved his lips against mine, slow and caring and full of emotions. I decided to be bold and wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging his head closer to mine. But he pulled back, causing me to frown.

"I-I'm sorry, Phil. Did I-I make y-you uncomfortable? I'm sorry-" I began, terrified I had messed up.

"No, no of course not, Danny. I just-" he sighed, looking me in the eyes. "Are you sure about this? Like, are you doing this because you want to or because I do? I don't want you to feel like you need to do anything for me that you aren't happy with, okay?"

I nodded slowly. "I-" I looked at him, my face flushing at what I wanted to say. "N-never mind, it's stupid."

"No, Dan- please tell me. I want to do anything I can to make you happy. Please." He grabbed my hands, gently squeezing them. I shuddered out a breath, nodding.

"Can we- d-do more than j-just kissing?"

Phil blinked in surprise before nodding after a moment.

"If you want to, I just- are you sure? After what happened, and-"

"Y-yeah, I-I want to... With you," I managed to say, despite my overwhelming nerves. He smiled reassuringly at me, pushing my chest so that my back was on the bed, him crawling onto me and straddling my lap. I let out a shaky sigh, reaching up and holding his hips nervously. I wanted this, I really did. But at the same time I was terrified.

Phil leaned down, pressing wet kisses to my neck and jaw causing me to shudder. I felt him focus at one spot before nipping and sucking at it gently, for sure leaving a small bruise. I was usually against any and all contact to my neck, but this was different. It felt so- so good. I craned my neck, signalling for him to continue.

And he did.

And then his hips began to move against mine.

I gasped quietly at the unexpected movement, his hips rolling and grinding slowly against mine, causing me to let out a quiet curse. I could feel a slight panic seep in, but I felt safe. I knew Phil wouldn't hurt me, that he would stop the second I told him to. That he would take good care of me.

"This okay?" he murmured, looking in my eyes for approval. I nodded quickly, not able to bring myself to say anything. He smiled, pressing his lips back to mine.

I immediately leaned into it, moving my lips uncertainly against his. He could tell I didn't know what to do, so he took charge, expertly kissing me, hard but gentle at the same time. I loved it.

He pulled back, slipping out of his shirt. I couldn't help as my eyes travelled across the newly exposed skin, marvelling at the beauty of it.

"Can I-?" he held onto the bottom of my shirt, asking permission. I froze, hesitating. He'd seen my injuries, but in this moment, it felt different. What if he got disgusted? What if he stopped because he thought I was fragile or because he didn't like me?

I nodded despite my many fears, allowing him to pull the shirt up.

I shook my head, grabbing his arms. "P-please" I begged. "D-Don't stop, I know I'm gross, but please-"

He shushed me, pecking my lips. "You aren't gross, just hurt. Would you call a three-legged dog gross?"

"N-no-"

"Exactly." He trailed his lips down my neck and chest, gently kissing the variety of scars and bruises littered there.

And I started crying.

He looked up at me, obviously concerned. "Oh god, did I do something wrong? I'm so sorry-"

"N-no, you didn't. You're perfect, o-oh god I love you," I sobbed out, grabbing onto him. "T-Thank you."

He smiled softly, nodding. "Would you like to stop?"

"N-no!" I practically yelled at, staring at him. "N-no, keep going."

He nodded and travelled lower down my body, his touches and kisses gentle and loving. He slowly unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them down, kissing over the wounds littered on my thighs. I shuddered, pushing my fingers into his hair. I felt like I had control, and it was reassuring. It felt good.

He looked up at me, silently asking permission to remove my boxers.

"Y-you first," I said, not wanting to feel vulnerable while he was still almost fully clothed. He nodded and pushed back slightly, fumbling with his jean button and tugging them swiftly down along with his boxers. I couldn't help but stare, my breath hitching. His face flushed, staring down at where i was staring.

"Yeah, uhm-" he cleared his throat, smiling meekly. "That's a thing."

"I-it's huge," I muttered. He nodded.

"Is that okay?"

"O-of course."

He leaned over, tugging my boxers from my bony hips. I sunk into the bed, absolutely terrified and extremely self conscious about what he was thinking.

"You're so pretty, Dan," he said, gently holding my hips. "I'm gonna stretch you now, okay?"

I nodded, spreading my legs for him. He bent over to his bedside table, opening the draw and pulling out a bottle of cherry lube.  He lubed up his fingers, rubbing one against my entrance. I whimpered at the pressure, gasping loudly when he penetrated me.

His finger slowly worked its way inside of me, curling and rubbing my walls. I whined, wincing at points when it became slightly painful. But I gritted my teeth for him, moaning softly as the pain became pleasurable.

He pressed slow kisses to my jaw, almost in a reassuring manner, as he wiggled a second digit inside of me. This burnt slightly more than the first and I grabbed his arm, holding his hand still so I could get used to the feeling. When I was ready, I nodded, slowly prying my fingers from his arm. He moved his fingers inside of me, scissoring them and stretching me.

"I'm gonna add a third, okay? It's gonna hurt a bit-"

I nodded, grabbing onto the sheets in preparation. He pushed a third finger into me, causing me to hiss and grit my teeth. He murmured encouraging words to me, moving his hand slowly, his fingers thrusting into me at a steady pace.

I gasped loudly as he hit the bundle of nerves inside of me. He smiled at my reaction, angling his fingers to repeatedly hit that spot. My breath hitched with every hit and it felt so fucking good.

He grinned, slowly pulling his fingers out of me. "Ready?" he mumbled, lubing up his length.

I nodded, spreading my legs further for him to settle in between me. I gripped his arms, panting. He pressed the blunt tip of his length at my entrance, causing me to whine and push myself against him. He gave in, pushing past the ring of muscles. I cried out, my back arching away from the bed, pushing myself further onto him.

He groaned, grabbing my hips and slowly making his way deeper into me. I clenched around him, the feeling absolutely heavenly as he settled deep inside of me. We both panted, him leaning down and sucking marks into my neck. I whined and pushed down on him, causing him to slowly roll his hips into me.

"Okay?" he mumbled to me, glancing up at me. I nodded quickly

"M-more," I begged quietly. He nodded and pulled out slightly before pushing back in, the both of us groaning. He picked up a steady yet slow pace, grunting at each thrust. I felt my breath hitch every time he pushed his way back into me, letting out a keening whine as he searched for and found my prostate successfully. I moaned his name, tightening my grip on his arms.

He suddenly jerked his hips into me, causing me to cry out and spasm against him. I buried my face in his neck, letting out a sob of pleasure as he repeatedly hit my prostate and sped up his thrusts.

"So g-good," I moaned out, writhing underneath him. He nodded in agreement, rolling and grinding and thrusting against and in me, seemingly going deeper and deeper with each pound of his hips

"C-close, Philly," I whimpered, body jerking at the stimulation to my prostate. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain, absolutely heavenly.

"Me too, Dan-" he reached down and wrapped his hand around my neglected length, causing me to gasp at the sudden contact. He ran his skilled fingers up and down me, squeezing and rubbing all the right spots to make me near my release. He suddenly jerked his hand, causing me to cry out and spill slightly onto his fingers, a dribble of precum sliding down my length. He used this to his advantage and smeared it across me, using the small bead of liquid as a form of lubricant. I clenched tightly around him, fucking myself onto his thick length as I edged towards my high.

"I-I- o-oh," I yelled, my back arching and my body shaking before tensing and freezing, my muscles spasming as I released my load onto Phil's stomach. My eyes screwed shut and my mouth hung wide open, letting out a silent scream as I slowly made my way back down, utterly spent.

Phil let out a moan, thrusting especially hard into me before holding my hips flush against his, coming deep inside of me. I whimpered at the warmth spread throughout my body, limping slightly in his grip.

He gently pulled out of me, causing me to whine at the loss. He just shushed me, grabbing the duvet and gently wiping at the cum on my stomach and dripping down my thighs from my swollen entrance. He wiped off his chest before pushing the dirty blanket away from us and snuggling into me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight against his chest.

"T-thank you," I muttered to him.

"No, thank you," he replied, smiling softly down at me.

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I brought him in for another kiss but he quickly pulled away, staring into my eyes, smiling.

"W-What?" I laughed, quietly.

"So... You love me?"

"I-I... I mean..." I stuttered, heat rising to my cheeks.

"Love you too, Dan," he smiled, kissing the top of my forehead, before turning over and shutting his eyes.