A/n: Y'all can personally thank my patrons for this because I'm not sure I would have ever pushed myself to write phan again if it weren't for them supporting me. If you wanna be able to vote in the monthly polls for both phan AND klance on what I should write next? consider pledging me a dollar or more per month. Linksies in my bio!! uwu

ALSO I come bearing bottom!Phil because I always wanted to write it when I was super into the phandom, but I felt like I would be SHUNNED. But I'm older now, wiser, gayer... it's time.

Genre: Smut

Wordcount: 8,518

Summary: After meeting on a questionable dating app, Dan and Phil make plans for a quick and easy hook-up. Dan wants to lose his virginity, and Phil is used to one night stands and short-term partners. What he isn't used to is running into those partners again after they walk out on him.

Warnings/Tags: dom!phil, bottom!phil, overstimulation, touch-starved, clothed sex, blowjobs, first time, nude modeling?

Dan met Phil on a dating app, one notorious for sleazy hook-ups and one night stands. It wasn't exactly the meet-cute story of his dreams, but it didn't have to be. Dan was well aware of the app's reputation when he downloaded it, in fact... that's why he'd sought it out in the first place. His intentions were no better than anyone else who had a profile, no matter how he tried to paint it.

It didn't matter that this was his first time doing something like this, or that he wasn't confident he'd actually be able to pull it off, he knew what he wanted. He was inexperienced, but oh so curious, and ready to stop being ridiculed for his lack of knowledge when it came to sex.

Growing up as the only gay boy in a small town had its perks... not. When everyone else his age was messing around and worrying about accidental pregnancies, Dan was sitting alone in his closet (literally) wondering what the hell he was meant to do with his attraction to boys. No one else his age even talked about being gay, like it was some kind of terrible taboo.

He was older now, wiser... gayer.

Dan had people in his life that supported him, that talked openly and proudly about the LGBT+ community as fellow members. He lived in a city now, a place where anyone could be anything and nothing was ever surprising. He went to art school, despite literally every authority figure in his life trying to stop him from doing so. Dan was happy, with himself and his situation.

Well, except for the obvious.

As confident as he was in his sexuality now, he had no personal experiences to show for it. Not that he felt the need to show off experiences to validate himself or anything... he just, wanted to have them. For his own selfish reasons, Dan wanted to get laid. There was no shame in that.

Or so Dan tried to tell himself, as he blushed furiously at the pictures someone on the app had just sent him. As much as he wanted it, he wasn't exactly sure how to get it. Even with people literally throwing themselves at him with explicit offers, Dan found himself floundering. He was too flustered, he couldn't even type out an answer over text. What was he supposed to do when he met up with one of these people in person?!

Cue Phil sliding into his dms.

One of the few that didn't make a dramatic entrance in the form of a dickpic, instead Phil talked to him like a normal human being. Of course, the flirty undertones made it clear that he was there for the same reasons everyone else was, but the surface level chitchat made it a lot easier for Dan to go along with what was happening. And whenever Phil would say something questionable that had Dan not replying for a few hours, he'd correct himself with a quick and easy subject change. Always leaving the ball in Dan's court on whether he wanted to address what'd been said or not.

And, okay, obviously they eventually got to that same point of exchanging downright raunchy texts and photos, but the slow and easy progression made it something fun. Dan didn't feel like he'd been thrown into the deep end and was in way over his head, he was just... swimming.

The natural progression of their relationship meant that eventually Dan found himself walking up the path to Phil's apartment building, heart hammering in his chest and palms sweaty with anxiety. They'd done just about everything they could without meeting each other in person, and Dan was damn ready to actually experience all the things Phil had been teasing him with, so here he was.

His hair was still wet from his shower, he was wearing a baggy hoodie and joggers for the inevitable walk of shame back home, and he had Phil's apartment number displayed on his phone screen. Dan texted Phil to let him know he was there and received an immediate text back, letting him know that Phil would meet him at the front doors. So this was really happening.

Dan felt caught somewhere between overjoyed and nauseous.

He stood outside the door, hands stuffed into his pockets and hair falling in his face. When it flew open a moment later, Dan's breath caught in his throat. The man he'd been seeing in photos and videos for the past week was finally there, standing right in front of him.

Piercing blue eyes, dark hair, lopsided confident little smirk just like Dan remembered it. It was all the same, only so much clearer and so much closer.

Realizing that he'd been staring for just a little bit too long to be considered casual, Dan quickly cleared his throat and offered a smile.

"Uh, hey? You're Phil?" Dan asked, rather stupidly considering he already knew the answer. Luck seemed to be on his side though, seeing as Phil looked more amused than anything else. He nodded his head, eyes sparkling with mirth as he held out his hand.

"Yeah." Phil hummed. Dan gingerly placed his hand into Phil's, allowing the other man to lead him into the building. They walked up a flight of stairs, down a long hallway with doors on either side, and then finally came to a stop at the end of it.

Phil pushed the door open, apparently he hadn't bothered to lock it behind himself. "Come on in!"

Dan's mind was ringing with a chorus of "stranger danger" songs, but he swallowed down that fear and stepped inside anyway. He'd already downloaded an app that would send texts to his friends if he didn't check back in in the next hour. He was probably safe. Probably.

Dan followed Phil into the apartment, glancing around the small space. It was cluttered with all sorts of personal belongings, little trinkets on every surface and pictures all over the walls. It was a bit of a hectic space, but it was very lived-in and personal. If Phil was out to murder someone, this seemed to be a pretty strange place to do it.

"Nice place." Dan offered up, noticing Phil's expectant gaze on him. Phil lit up at that, visibly taking pride in his home. He certainly seemed friendly enough.

"Thanks!" Phil beamed, walking off toward the adjacent kitchen. Dan followed after him like a lost puppy for a few steps, before thinking better of it and settling down onto the couch. He didn't want to seem too confused or desperate. Still, the anxiety was building in his chest and he sat on the couch with about as much comfort as he would on hot pavement, sitting rimrod straight and tense as all hell.

Phil joined him a moment later, collapsing down onto the couch with a bottle in hand. "Do you want a drink or anything? I can put a movie on in the background or-"

"No, I'm good." Dan answered sharply, deciding that his best bet would be to just get straight to the point. If he put it off any longer, then he'd just keep putting it off. They'd watch an entire movie and Dan wouldn't be any closer to getting what he came here for. He wasn't going to let his anxiety ruin this for him, he wanted this to happen and now more than ever he wanted it to be with Phil.

Phil glanced over at him, visibly perplexed by the answer. He didn't question it though, he took Dan's answer for what it was and moved to shrug off his jacket. Dan's brain short-circuited the moment Phil's biceps were on display. He wasn't even muscular, but there was just something about seeing so much bare skin and knowing he would be allowed to touch soon.

Dan felt longing thrumming through his veins, hands twitching in his lap as he fought back the desire to just pounce on the other man. God, this was so overdue.

"Straight to the point, okay." Phil muttered to himself, tossing his jacket aside. He turned to Dan then, his eyes slowly tracing over Dan's uptight posture. Using all of the strength and common sense left in his head, Dan forced himself to try and relax. He didn't want to scare Phil off now.

Phil smiled then, scooting a little bit closer, the space between them growing ever smaller. "So, what did you have in mind? I'm pretty versatile so just let me know."

Immediately, images and ideas flooded Dan's mind. Some were entirely new to him, others were things he'd thought of and gotten himself worked up over in the past. Given that he was currently in a position of zero experience and wanting to try everything at least once, it was near impossible to reach a decision on his own. He wanted it all so badly he'd started to shake, overwhelmed little shivers wracking his frame.

If Phil noticed, he didn't call Dan out on it.

He just sat there, eyes filled with patience and lips quirked up into a smile. Dan smiled dazedly back at him, eyes tracing over Phil's face and familiarizing himself with every feature. He ended up focused on that smile, on the slight pout of the other man's lips, the bitten-red color of them.

"Can we just make-out for a little while? Until I decide what I want?" Dan suggested, knowing it probably sounded tame compared to whatever Phil had been expecting. Dan was impressed he'd managed to get that much out, though. He'd never really had a first kiss per se, just quick pecks on the lips between friends during obnoxious party games. He'd never really been allowed to indulge, to kiss long and hard, rough and passionate.

"Sure." Phil nodded, moving closer and placing a hand on Dan's thigh. Immediately, Dan's hips canted upward, the growing bulge in his sweatpants beyond noticeable. Phil smirked to himself, but he didn't comment on it. He looked back up at Dan, their eyes locking just as his hand started to slide ever so slowly back and forth, up and down his thigh. "Is this okay?"

"Yep." Dan croaked, even though he felt like someone poured molten lava into his veins. He was so hot and embarrassed, worked up beyond belief over such a simple touch. Dan's almost too aware of every point of contact between them, each of Phil's fingertips sending electric shocks up his thigh and straight between his legs. And when Phil pressed his palm down, squeezing his upper thigh hard, Dan wondered briefly if he might be able to come from this alone.

He didn't want to find out right now, lest this come to a stop too soon. He wanted it to last forever, wanted to bask in the warmth and affection until he forgot his own name. He was already getting close to that point, embarrassingly so, all of his thoughts feeling fuzzy and distant.

Dan turned, eyes fluttering shut as Phil started to lean in.

Their lips met shallowly at first, just barely brushing against each other. Immediately, Dan decided he liked this better than any of his past experiences. It wasn't rushed and clumsy, it was slow and deliberate, actual emotion burning hot behind the embrace. Dan melted into the kiss, quickly becoming pliant and submissive.

Phil led the kiss, drifting closer until he was practically crowded into Dan's lap. His arm was braced against the back of the couch beside Dan's head, caging him in while the kiss grew more heated. When Phil applied pressure, Dan met him with just as much or more. When Phil slipped his tongue into Dan's mouth, Dan's hands came up to wind his fingers into Phil's hair and pull him even closer.

Dan got lost in the kiss, pressing their lips together urgently and messily, uncaring about anything else in that moment. He wanted to be as close as possible, wanted to slot his entire body against Phil's front and simply breathe it in. The feeling of skin on skin, warmth pressed to him, bringing him comfort in the most torturous form. As good as it felt, every second passing only drilled the fact home that it would never be enough. He needed more.

The kiss quickly digressed into something impulsive and primal, Dan's hands running clumsily all over Phil's front, Phil's panting into Dan's mouth as he claimed it as his own. It was dirty. Dan's nails were digging blunt scratches across Phil's stomach, having ended up underneath his shirt at some point. Phil's teeth had bitten across Dan's bottom lip so many times it ached.

Phil swung a leg over Dan's, settling fully into his lap. Almost immediately, Dan lost the battle he was fighting within himself, gripping Phil's hips and grinding upward against the other man's ass. Phil moaned into the kiss, low enough it almost sounded like a growl.

When Phil landed a hand in the center of Dan's chest and pushed him roughly back against the couch cushions, effectively ending the kiss, Dan immediately assumed the worst. He sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and watching as Phil inhaled shakily on top of him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, you're just a lot more eager than I was expecting." Phil chuckled, shaking his head dismissively ow that he'd caught his breath. He leaned back in, kissing over Dan's lips and drifting purposely to the side, mouthing along his jaw and then down, down, down. Dan made a pathetically high-pitched noise when Phil's teeth trailed across his neck, the bite just insistent enough for Dan to feel it, but nothing else before Phil was back to kissing the same spot light and sweet.

Phil spoke into his neck, enunciating each word into Dan's skin. "It's hot, don't worry about it."

"Do you do this a lot?" Dan asked, head tilting automatically to the side so Phil would have more room to work. Phil hummed in appreciation at that, his hips snapping forward. Dan's mouth fell open in a gasp at the pressure against the straining bulge in his pants.

"I guess you could say that." Phil mumbled, very obviously distracted. "Your profile was pretty new. Is this your first time using the app or?"

"Yeah, I'm new to this hook-up thing."

"That's okay. I can lead?" As he offered this, he pulled back enough to look Dan in the eye and watch for his reaction. Dan flushed, but he sheepishly nodded his consent. Talking it out was proving to be a lot more difficult than just going with his gut instincts and losing himself to the feeling. "Let me know if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable or if there's anything you wanna do more of."

"Sounds good." Dan nodded eagerly, and when Phil went back to kissing his neck, "I really like this."

"Good." Phil concluded, biting and sucking at Dan's neck twice as hard in encouragement. Dan wasn't sure if he regretted sharing or if he was endlessly thankful he had, whimpering quietly as Phil brutally marked up his neck. Without a pair of lips slotted against his, Dan was forced to realize just how incredibly vocal he was. He didn't shut-up the entire time Phil was kissing his neck, a series of whimpers and moans on repeat.

As he bit his own lips and dug his nails into the couch cushions in an effort to control himself, Phil seemed to pick up on it and take it upon himself to put a stop to it. Phil's hand dropped between them, pressing the heel of his hand into Dan's bulge. Immediately, any hope of holding himself back was forgotten in favor of groaning out Phil's name.

Phil grunted, hips stuttering against Dan's thighs. "God, you sound amazing. I can't wait to hear more of those pretty noises."

"Phil." Dan complained loudly, deciding that the feeling of Phil getting off against his leg wasn't nearly as satisfying as it was when Phil was settled fully in his lap. He gripped Phil's hips and yanked him forward, immediately bucking up and grinding their clothed cocks together. Phil's head dropped to his shoulder, breath coming out in heavy ragged pants.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Phil growled, the hand still pressed between them wrapping around the obvious outline in Dan's joggers and squeezing. Dan shook with the overwhelming pleasure it brought on, shooting up his spine. "Just wait until I get my mouth on you, I'll take such good care of you."

"Mm, please." Dan grit out between his teeth, thoughts wandering to exactly what Phil was suggesting right now. He thought of Phil kneeling on the ground between his legs, those dark eyes staring up at him, pooled with lust. He would no doubt take his time, tease Dan slow and cruel, lick and bite all over his thighs before going anywhere near where Dan wanted him. And then, he'd lean forward and wrap his soft lips around Dan's cock, take him down- "Phil, Phil, Ph-"

Dan tried to offer up a warning, but it was too late for that. He wasn't falling over the edge as much as he was swandiving, hit with the force of the strongest orgasm of his life like an oncoming train. All he could hope to do was bury his face into Phil's neck and moan his way through it, hands uselessly gripping the front of Phil's shirt tight enough to rip it.

He came in his pants like the pathetic virgin he was, still fully dressed and having barely been touched. It wasn't something he could be casual about either, the feelings stronger than they'd ever been now that he had a partner here giving him pleasure.

And when it was over, when he was slowly fading back into reality and coming down from the high of it, he had to begrudgingly admit it was still good. Even with shame and embarrassment tainting his mind, he couldn't deny how Phil had made him feel and he couldn't wish it'd never happened no matter how he wanted to.

"Did you just..." Phil asked, backing up so he could sit on Dan's knees and look him in the eye.

"No." Dan insisted stubbornly, though the notable voice crack did very little to help his case. He cursed quietly, hands coming up to hide his burning face now that he didn't have access to Phil's shoulder anymore. He huffed. "Well, maybe."

"Been a while since you've done this?" Phil snickered. He sounded amused by Dan's suffering, but he hadn't pulled away completely. He was still settled on Dan's thighs, close enough for Dan to feel their shared warmth. Maybe he hadn't messed this up entirely yet.

"Yeah, try forever." Dan whispered into his hands, just barely loud enough to be heard. As luck would have it, Phil was just close enough to hear it anyway.

"Is that an exaggeration?" Phil asked, and Dan could just imagine the shock on his face in that moment, he didn't even have to look. Still, he quietly lowered his hands, deciding they couldn't have this conversation if he hid the whole time. "Is this your first time doing anything like this?"

"Look, it's not a big deal." Dan muttered petulantly, refusing to look Phil in the eye. He could feel himself rapidly softening against the mess in his boxers and the urge to run was downright overwhelming. He wanted to dart out of there and never look back. "If you're going to make it a big deal, I can leave."

"No, no, it's fine. I'm not upset with you or anything, it doesn't change how I feel." Phil insisted gently, reaching over to pat Dan's shoulder awkwardly. "You don't want to save your first time-"

"For someone special? God, no." Dan huffed, staring down at the wet spot he could see seeping through the fabric of his pants. It was so embarrassing. All of it. Why did he ever think that any of this would be a good idea? Of course Phil was gonna treat him weird now. "This is kinda me getting it out of the way so I don't have to think about it anymore. I just wanna be able to say I've done it and then move on."

"Okay." Phil took a deep breath, processing the situation no doubt. Dan held his own breath, waiting for the word that he had to go, that this was over. Finally, Phil offered up a quiet laugh and a friendly shrug, apparently willing to just go along with it all. "I mean, that explains a lot. I'm glad you told me."

"Yeah, sure."

"How long will it take you to get it up again?" Dan flushed fervently at the question. He bit his lip, turning to look around the room.

"You're really not gonna make a big deal out of it?" Dan asked, peeking curiously back at Phil. Against all odds, he looked nothing but understanding. Deciding to trust that Phil was being genuine, Dan gave an awkward grunt. "I don't know, ten or fifteen minutes?"

Apparently very satisfied with that answer, Phil reached down between them and slipped his fingers into the waistband of Dan's pants. Dan gulped, doing his best to lift his hips up with Phil still sitting on his knees. With a bit of shuffling around, Phil managed to undress him entirely from the waist down.

Then, as if a man on a mission to personally cater to Dan's every fantasy, Phil didn't hesitate to kneel between his legs. Dan felt lightheaded with how quickly he was getting worked up all over again.

Phil must have been able to tell as much from the expression on Dan's face, as he started to smirk up at him. He leaned in, resting his head on Dan's thigh and innocently batting his eyelashes up at him. A damn tease.

"I hope this doesn't come across the wrong way, but the touch-starved virgin look is really doing it for me right now. I'm into it." Phil commented playfully, walking his fingertips up Dan's opposite thigh, his touch light and fleeting.

"Pervert." Dan scoffed, though he could hardly talk with how obviously affected he was. He watched on helplessly as Phil shifted closer, leaning in until his hot breath washed over Dan's spent cock. Dan shifted, attempting to rub his thighs together to ground himself and only really succeeding in pulling Phil in closer. He whined helplessly. "Phil."

"Tell me to stop and I will." Phil assured him, ever the gentleman. The gentleman who then promptly wrapped his lips around the head of Dan's cock and lathed his tongue right over the sensitive slit. Dan cried out in pleasure-pain, hands darting to Phil's hair and then just freezing there, uncertain whether to push him away or pull him closer. When he accomplished neither, Phil went back to sucking on him, licking up all the cum that Dan had made a mess of himself with.

"It's too much." Dan wailed, thrashing about beneath Phil's skilled mouth. He wasn't telling Phil to stop though, no matter how overwhelming it got. Before too long, he found himself getting hard again under the careful ministrations of Phil's tongue, working him up all over again. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, especially now that Phil was able to sink smoothly over the length of him.

Dan groaned, throwing his head back against the cushions. His hips were definitely jerking into Phil's mouth rather than away from it now, shoving himself as deep into the back of the other man's throat as he could get away with. The feeling of Phil choking around the head of his cock was unbelievable and he was already thinking of when he'd be able to do this again. "Fucking hell."

Eventually, Phil brought his hand up to wrap around the base of Dan's cock, applying constant and steadying pressure while he mouthed sloppily over the rest of it. And when Phil pulled his hand away later, fingers thoroughly slick with saliva that'd leaked down Dan's length, Dan wasn't expecting it to just slip lower.

Dan tensed as Phil's finger traced around his rim, threatening to push inside of him. Immediately, Dan went still as a stone, all the noises he'd been making cutting off even though Phil was still sucking him off.

Phil pulled away slowly, squinting up at him.

"Dan, you've gotta tell me when you don't like something." Phil chastised him gently, pulling his hand away first and then getting to his feet. Dan immediately missed the warmth of his mouth, but he couldn't deny that he'd been severely uncomfortable there for a minute.

As ready as he thought he was for anything under the sun, the idea of having something inside of him sounded a hell of a lot better in theory than it did in practice. "You're lucky you're as expressive as you are, I could tell right away that I crossed a line."

"Am I? Am I lucky?" Dan shook his head in disbelief. "I sound obnoxious."

"It's hot." Phil argued gently, clambering up onto the couch next to Dan. "You sound like a pornstar."

"Yeah, I'm sure." Dan grumbled, feeling insecure and uncertain all over again. Phil hadn't touched him since the rejection, did that mean he'd done something wrong? What was Phil thinking right now? Was that the only way they could do this?

Dan worried his bottom lip between his teeth, turning to look at where Phil sat next to him. He'd undressed himself at some point while Dan was lost in his thoughts. Dan's mind went peacefully blank then, staring at all the parts of Phil he hadn't seen yet. He swallowed harshly.

Phil leaned back against the armrest on the opposite end of the couch, wrapping a hand around his erection and giving it a few slow strokes. Dan's eyes followed his every movement, shamefully turned on just by watching. "Is it okay? You know, that I don't want to-"

"Of course." Phil reassured him quickly, the hand that'd just been wrapped around his own cock reaching toward the end table. He pulled out a bottle then, and the moment Dan recognized it he found himself blushing up to the tips of his ears. Phil squirted a liberal amount onto his fingers, warming it up before dipping his hand between his own legs. "I told you, I'm versatile."

"Oh." Dan sighed breathily, watching in fascination as Phil pushed a finger inside of himself. He gulped, shuffling curiously closer as Phil gently worked himself open. He looked so tight, the thought of sticking his dick in that... Dan blushed harder, ducking his head. "I don't know what I'm doing, I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't, I can handle a lot."

"I want it to be good for you, though." Dan muttered, hesitantly looking back to Phil. Phil was smiling at him now, a mixture of friendly and downright sinful.

"Dan, the pressure isn't all on you now that you're gonna be topping." Phil promised, easing a second finger in alongside the first. He winced slightly, biting his lip as he carefully drew them in and out. He scissored them, pressing inside of himself at all different angles to get himself ready. Dan stared on in anxious arousal.

Phil laughed, shaking his head. "I can still lead things whether there's a dick inside of me or not. Trust me, I'm not just gonna let you get on top of me and go wild. I'll tell you what I need."

Maybe it was hearing the casual way Phil talked about it, or the fact that he was talking about it in direct relation to Dan, but every single word had Dan shaking with poorly-concealed anticipation. Of course he'd known this was a possibility when he walked up to Phil's door, even when he sent that first reply back on the app, but there was a difference between that distant awareness and having Phil splayed naked in front of him... just openly discussing it.

Dan took a deep breath, trying to appear calm.

"You're really comfortable with all of this, huh?"

"Sure, why not? It's natural. I like it, you obviously like it, why be bashful about it?" Phil answered easily, having pressed a third finger into himself at some point. Dan decided that his answer made enough sense that there was no use arguing with him, and simply closed his mouth.

He couldn't really bring himself to tear his eyes away from where Phil was touching himself, but Phil didn't seem to mind the audience. If anything, he seemed to be into the idea of performing for Dan, amping up his every reaction to get him going.

And when he was ready, he pulled his fingers free with ease and reached back to the table from before, returning with a condom in hand. He sat up, clambering closer to Dan, noting where his cock was hard and leaking against his stomach. Phil winked up at him. "You ever put a condom on before or should I help with that too?"

"Um..." That must have been answer enough. Phil promptly tore the package open with his teeth, visibly impatient after spending so long getting himself ready. Dan's eyes squeezed shut when Phil rolled the condom onto his length, reminded again of how easily worked up he was. Phil noticed his tense expression and immediately misinterpreted it as something more wholesome than it was. "It does feel a little weird the first time you wear one, sorry about that."

"It's fine." Dan croaked, a fear beginning to grow in the pit of his stomach. He already felt so close again, just the simple glide of Phil's hand down his shaft had him gritting his teeth and fighting against the urge to just let go. How the hell was he meant to last once he was inside of Phil?!

"Here we go." Phil laughed, pushing Dan's back to the cushions and sliding effortlessly back into his lap, no doubt noticing the excited twitch of Dan's cock as he got on top. They exchanged a knowing look between them, something that was no doubt meant to confirm that they were both okay and on-board with what was about to happen. As worried as Dan was, he certainly wasn't about to turn down the opportunity. He definitely wanted it.

Phil reached behind himself, grabbing hold of Dan and lining him up.

"You're just gonna-" Dan started to ask, cut-off immediately by the feeling of Phil sinking down onto his cock. Dan yelped, grabbing onto Phil's hips and holding on for dear life. Already, the heat and the tightness was overwhelming. He couldn't imagine anyone being able to hold back when it felt this incredible.

While Dan bit down on his tongue and silently lectured himself on all the reasons why he couldn't come right away, Phil took it as Dan giving him time to get used to it. He ran his hands appreciatively over Dan's chest, suddenly noticing that Dan was still wearing his hoodie and pulling that over his head too, until he was in just his undershirt.

When Phil's fingers tweaked his hard nipples through the fabric, Dan's hips immediately jerked up and hit home. He buried himself into Phil's heat to the hilt, moaning brokenly as he did so. Phil gave a disgruntled sort of noise, furrowing his eyebrows together.

"Try not to move too much at first, give me a second to adjust." Phil stated aloud, as if Dan wasn't already aware of that fact. He knew at least a little bit about how gay sex worked, it was just incredibly difficult to stay still in the heat of the moment. Still, he felt terrible for his reaction, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Phil's shoulder.

Phil turned his head, kissing Dan's temple. "Don't worry, you're not hurting me, it just doesn't feel good yet. Give it a minute."

"Mhm, yep." Dan agreed hastily, nodding his head up and down. With his face buried into Phil's shoulder, he didn't need to hide the way his face was scrunching up in ecstasy, or how his jaw had fallen slack in total disbelief. It was all too much. Every part of him was pressed up against Phil just like he'd wanted in the beginning, he was as close as he could physically get, and now he was realizing just how unprepared for that he'd been.

His touch-starved ass couldn't handle this!

Still, he dug his nails into Phil's hips and tried desperately to hold back. "S-Sounds good!"

He lasted all of ten seconds, until Phil experimentally clenched around him, then all bets were off. He rutted upward helplessly, hands scrambling for purchase across Phil's hips and settling on his ass. Dan drew him back down in the same instant he thrusted upward, groaning under his breath at the feeling of giving in.

"Dan." Phil growled, low and dominant. Immediately, Dan froze, pathetically whining against Phil's skin in apology. He was panting already, breath low and labored as he tried to keep himself under control. He could feel the sweat building on his brow line, his hair sticking to his forehead in strands.

"Sorry, I can't help it!" Dan apologized again, unsurprised when Phil responded by pushing him back to look him in the eye. Dan's gaze flitted across Phil's face, relieved to see that he didn't look to be in any pain after all. Still, he felt guilty about not respecting Phil's wishes, even though Phil had been so very understanding of him. "It feels so much better than I expected. I'm not gonna last."

"I haven't even started moving yet!" Phil laughed, his steady gaze giving way to something amused and personal. Dan stared at him, wide-eyed and shocked, the steady thud in his chest telling him something absolutely terrible. Phil was sat on his cock, laughing and smiling they were friends, and Dan was catching fucking feelings for his hook-up.

Phil shook his head fondly, staring at Dan in disbelief. "Is it that good? You're gonna shoot off the second you're inside?"

"Shut-up." Dan groaned, rubbing a hand across his face. He had to get a grip.

"Whatever, do your worst. Fuck me." Phil said decidedly, spreading his legs wider and purposely grinding down against Dan's lap. Dan immediately fucked up into him, setting a clumsy and uncoordinated rhythm now that he knew it was allowed. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, only that it felt better the faster and harder he went and Phil seemed to be okay with that too.

Phil gripped his shoulders hard, leaning in close and just taking it. All hopes of hiding how obviously lost to the sensation he was went out the window, and Dan allowed himself to just chase after his high without any shame. Phil panted against his ear, biting at the lobe whenever Dan's pace started to taper off in frustrated exhaustion at the angle. "I'm willing to bet I can get you hard again if I need to. You're so sweet and responsive. Desperate."

"You feel so good." Dan sighed out, not even trying to disguise the utter bliss in his voice. He'd given in to the inevitable, that he was going to make a fool of himself with how stupidly into this he was. Nevermind that they'd only been at it for thirty seconds and already he was tightening his muscles to try and keep from spilling over into the condom.

"Tell me about it." Phil purred, low and sultry, his voice almost coming across as a command. Dan shook beneath him, torn between wanting to let go and wanting to make Phil feel good. The more he tried to hold back and not think about how good it would feel to come, the harder it became to hold on.

"You're so tight, f-fuck, so hot." Dan panted, listening to the soft noises Phil was making in the back of his throat each time Dan would thrust back inside. He was bouncing on Dan's lap, having started to help the process by lifting himself up on his knees and sinking back down to ride Dan properly.

It was too much. Dan knew it was a sinking feeling in his gut that mixed with the rest of the arousal pooling there. It was all gonna be over way too soon. "Can I get you off like this?"

"Not exactly." Phil gasped out, not understanding the urgency of the question. Dan watched as Phil tipped his head back, leaning forward to kiss over the column of his throat. He slowed down the pace, the endless grind of his hips upward, and Phil noticed the shift in tempo immediately.

He pulled back, gripping Dan's jaw and turning his head up to look him in the eye. "You're really trying to last for my sake, aren't you?"

"You have no idea how hard I'm trying." Dan admitted.

"I'll take pity on you then, love." Phil laughed, light and airy, like he was the most comfortable he'd ever been now that he had someone inside of him. He sat up, pulling off of Dan despite the cry of protest this earned him. He maneuvered Dan's body to lie across the length of the couch, finding the younger boy to be adorably malleable in his hazy turned-on state.

Phil settled on top of him, hands supporting himself on Dan's chest as he got comfortable. The moment Dan was inside of him again, Dan tried to thrust up into that heat he'd already missed so much, but Phil held him down with his weight. "Lie back, I'll take it from here."

Phil moved on top of him with each. He wasn't really riding Dan so much as just grinding on top of him, keeping Dan buried almost entirely inside as he rocked back and forth on his cock. The stimulation without any relief was too much for Dan, who quickly found himself slipping.

"I'm-"

"I know, go ahead. It won't take me long like this." Phil told him, pushing his shirt up around his shoulders and dragging his nails down Dan's chest. As Dan twitched and bucked helplessly beneath him, Phil leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You're hitting all the right places. Doing such a good job. Fucking me so well. I think you deserve to come, don't you?"

"Y-Yeah." Dan stuttered out, brought to the light that was his newly-discovered praise kink. He came in two seconds flat after that. His hips jerked upward in shallow, harsh thrusts right where Phil had lined him up. He spilled into the condom, coming an obscene amount given this was his second orgasm of the night.

"Good boy!" Phil cried out, as Dan hit his prostate dead-on over and over again. It wasn't even intentional, Dan was entirely lost to the sensation. Phil tried to move against him, but it was getting difficult to hold his weight up as he got closer, his thighs shaking. "Ah, fuck, that's it. You've got the angle down now."

"Are you close?" Dan asked breathlessly, starting to come down from his high. He didn't have long now before he'd start to go soft, but it didn't seem like Phil would need long. He gripped Phil's hips hard, bucking up with a little bit more purpose now. "Can I make you come like this?"

"You know you can, you brat." Phil growled through his teeth, reaching down to grab hold of his own cock and get himself off. Dan watched, licking his lips as Phil ran his hand over his length, twisting his wrist and thumbing the head as he went. It was filthy, even more-so when Phil came across his chest in streaks of white. "I-"

Phil slumped across Dan's chest, uncaring of the mess between them. Dan pulled his shirt over his head, clumsily scrubbing them clean and then tossing it aside. Phil pulled off then, reaching down to tie off the condom and set it aside too. Then, finally, he propped himself up on Dan's chest and stared down at the other man.

"Wow." Dan laughed, smiling at him. "Was that just good by my inexperienced standards or was it it good for you too?"

"It was good, Dan." Phil agreed immediately, nodding his head. Dan's smile faltered, the softness in Phil's eyes staggering at this proximity. He was such a nice guy, everything Dan had always wanted to find in a man. Phil wasn't looking for a relationship though, and certainly not with someone so inexperienced they had no idea how to take care of him.

"Sweet." Dan croaked, his voice strained. He carefully slipped out from underneath Phil, stumbling around to gather his clothes. "Okay, well, I'm gonna go."

"Already?" Phil asked, from where he was still stretched across the couch. Dan glanced back at him as he slipped his boxers on, feeling confused by the tone. Phil's expression gave nothing away though, and Dan wasn't about to make an idiot out of himself all over again.

"I mean, yeah, I don't really wanna prolong the inevitable." Dan explained, deciding to leave his ruined shirt here and just pulling his hoodie on instead. He stuffed his hands into his pockets immediately, looking back at Phil one last time. For the first time since they'd met, Phil wasn't looking him in the eye.

"You could stay if you wanted to."

"Nah, I think I'll go." Dan rejected the idea immediately, no matter how it made his heart sing. He couldn't let himself get more attached than he already was. It was setting himself up for disaster, for a heartbreak he wasn't equipped to handle. "It was nice meeting you!"

"Yeah, you too." Phil called after him.

Dan showed himself out, making it all the way to the parking lot outside before all of his thoughts and feelings overwhelmed him. The walk home was a painful one, recalling every time Phil had smiled at him, and all the late nights they'd stayed up talking over the phone. This whole hook-up thing wasn't nearly as quick and easy as it was advertised to be.

"I am not gonna be that guy, I'm just not." Dan sighed, trying to will himself not to send Phil another message already. They'd been clear from the start that it was only going to be a one and done, a hit it and quit it, nothing more. Phil didn't want him, no matter how Dan wanted him. "God, I'm pathetic."

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"Dan, you're falling asleep on the walk to class, are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"I just couldn't sleep last night." Dan explained for the tenth time, yawning as he rubbed at his tired eyes again. He was stumbling around like a zombie, but he couldn't help it. He hadn't slept a wink the night before, up until the early hours of the morning thinking about Phil.

He couldn't even brag about yesterday's conquest like he'd been meaning to all along. Hell, it almost felt like half the reason he'd wanted to get laid in the first place was just so his friends would stop bothering him about how he hadn't. Yet here he was, absolutely no desire to share what'd happened.

It still felt too real, too painful. "Before you ask, I'm not going home to take a nap. Today's class is an important one, the teacher hired an actual model and everything. I need to be there."

"Fine, fine." Pj sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Just, take care of yourself? Okay?"

"I will." Dan assured him, offering a thin smile before continuing on his way to class. He hadn't been lying, today really was an important class for him. He was already running late too, after stopping to get coffee and promptly realizing that would do absolutely nothing to help him in his current state. Nothing would. It wasn't the lack of sleep wearing on him so much as the heavy emotions settled in his mind, making his head feel like lead.

He snuck into the classroom ten minutes late, not even bothering to look at the other students and instead heading straight to his teacher. He stopped at her desk, offering an apologetic smile.

"Sorry I'm late, I got caught up-"

"It's fine, go take a seat and get started. Everyone else is already ahead of you." She answered simply, her tone unbothered. Dan decided that was the best reaction he could've possibly hoped to get, so he turned on his heel and hurriedly scurried off toward his usual easel. Except, well, he was only halfway there when he caught a glimpse of today's model.

The first thing he registered was the sheer amount of pale skin on display. Then, inevitably, he noticed the stark contrast of the model's black hair. And finally, he noticed the bright blue eyes, searing with mixed emotions as they flickered directly to meet his.

"Phil?" Dan croaked out, his voice feeling indescribably weak. Phil's composure cracked then and he turned to face Dan directly, emotions flickering across his face at a rapid rate. Eventually, he settled on a smile and disbelieving squint.

"Dan?!"

"Phil!" The teacher called out, her tone harsh. "You know the rules, you have to stay in the same position for the students."

"Sorry." Phil apologized hurriedly, turning back to the obnoxious dramatic pose he'd been in when Dan first caught sight of him. His eyes still lingered in Dan's direction though, even going so far as to throw in a tacky wink. "My bad."

Dan stomped grumpily over to his easel, setting to work sketching Phil's body out across the canvas. All things considered, that part wasn't all that uncomfortable for him. He hadn't really had much time to admire Phil's body the evening prior, they'd been a little bit too caught up in the moment. He was almost glad to have a chance to simply ogle, with a believable excuse in case he got called out.

Once or twice, he'd risk a glance up to meet Phil's unwavering gaze. He wasn't even facing in Dan's direction exactly, but still his eyes had wandered there and refused to go anywhere else. Dan glared at him, shaking his head back and forth in exasperation.

"What are you doing here?" He mouthed the words, but Phil simply fought back a smile, clearly not willing to break his pose again. Dan shot him an unimpressed look, mouthing one final message. "Idiot."

It wasn't until class was over and everyone was starting to gather their things that the awkwardness of the situation really sunk in. Dan was urgently trying to stuff his pencils away, aware that Phil would be free to move around as he pleased now and would most certainly try to talk to him. Dan had no idea what he'd say, if he'd even be able to look him in the eye and form a syllable.

He was in the process of turning to leave when a voice spoke up behind him, soft and casual.

"I'm pretty sure my dick is bigger than that." Phil observed, gesturing vaguely to Dan's sketch. As much as Dan wanted to say he groaned in annoyance at that, he found himself chuckling quietly. Much to his horror, he couldn't deny that Phil was just as charming now with his clothes back on.

"You're ridiculous." Dan sighed, turning to him and slinging a bag over his shoulder. Phil walked with him out of the room, easily keeping pace. "Did you know that was my class?"

"Absolutely not, I signed up for this a couple weeks ago. I didn't even know who you were then." Phil assured him, showing no sign of dishonesty. Dan bit the inside of his cheek, wondering what the chances of that happening really were. Phil's thoughts seemed to be on the same track, as he leaned in close and fitted an arm around Dan's shoulders. "I guess you could say it was fate, huh?"

"Or I could not say that." Dan huffed, but he didn't push him away. He let Phil stay right where he was, arm around his shoulders and all.

"Oh, come on, Dan. Don't be like that." Phil sighed, sounding genuinely disappointed. "We really had something last night. I felt it, you felt it, there's no reason to be ashamed of that."

"It wouldn't work." Dan told him plainly, staring straight ahead. This was a hard conversation to have, but it seemed he would have to vocalize it.

"And why not?" Phil asked. He sounded so earnest, so genuinely open to hearing what Dan had to say. It made it so much harder not to see the holes in all of his own arguments. He was just making up excuses because he was scared, and at this point that much was blatantly clear. He didn't wanna mess this up, but if he kept pushing Phil away then he was guaranteed to.

"I don't even know you!" Dan settled on, throwing his hands up.

"You know me more intimately than most people do."

"You just got naked for a room full of people, I'm not sure I believe that."

"I didn't let them fuck me, Dan." Phil whispered, just as they passed by a group of Dan's peers. He hissed out a sound of utter disgust, turning to Phil with a flaming blush on his face. Phil smirked back at him, eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "I mean, who knows, maybe tomorrow's session will get a little wild and I'll stand corrected-"

"Shut-up." Dan growled, trying desperately to sound more frustrated than he actually was in that moment. In reality, he was having a great time walking through the building with Phil plastered to his side, making easy banter and keeping things moving. "What is it that you want? Friends? Boyfriends? Fuck buddies?"

"I don't know." Phil answered, his voice dropping to something much quieter. He sounded vulnerable now, nothing like the confident and untouchable impression he'd given the day before as he easily soared through sex. For once, it looked like Dan wasn't the one drowning in the deep end. "I just want you. I don't care how I get it."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I concede to one date, but..."

"But?"

"You should be aware going into this that I'm just as inexperienced romantically as I am sexually, I'm going to make a terrible boyfriend."

"It's okay." Phil laughed, his usual brightness bouncing back so quickly Dan had to wonder if it'd ever gone anywhere in the first place. He was glad Phil was back to himself, he was starting to accept the fact that he really, really, really liked this idiot. "I can lead until you get the hang of it."