A/n: me?? yuri on ice trash?? its more likely than u think

Genre: smut

Wordcount: 8,986

Summary: The birthday fluff fic everyone asked for gone wrong, turned into the birthday sin fic no one asked for

Warnings: rimming, deep-throating, edging

That morning, Dan woke up to the sound of snoring, much to his dismay. He didn't even have to look to know the source of the noise, by now he was as used to the low grumble that haunted the other side of the bed some nights. Usually it was only when Phil was fighting away a cold, or sleeping with his face pressed into the pillow like an idiot. A quick peer to his right side proved that the latter was the case tonight.

He rolled his eyes fondly, fumbling blindly for his phone when his eyes were so determinedly focused on the man next to him. A quick glance at the time, however, totally changed his priorities. It wasn't the middle of the night like he'd expected, but rather very early in the morning, just before the sun was likely to start rising.

Deciding to use his early start to his advantage, Dan rolled out of bed and yawned as he stumbled through the dark toward the bathroom.

When he came back, cheeks flushed and his hair hardly any tamer than it'd been when he left, the early morning sun had long since started to filter through the windows.

Dan paused at the foot of the bed, a lopsided smile splayed across his lips as he took in the way Phil had effortlessly overtaken his side of the bed in his absence. Limbs sprawled out in every direction and his jaw hanging slack, it was hardly the most graceful of states. But, oh, how Dan loved it. He could hardly tear his eyes away from the scene, and even then it was only to grab his phone and snap a picture.

Phil looked like an absolute idiot, but he was Dan's idiot.

He sat on the edge of the bed, deciding that now was as good as time a time as ever to type out his annual birthday tweet to the most important person in his life. One scroll through his twitter mentions made it clear that everyone was waiting on it, practically beside themselves with eagerness to see how he would try to upstage last year's tweet. He wasn't entirely sure when it'd turned into a competition with his past self to see how sentimental he could be without blatantly confessing his love to Phil publicly, but he was having more and more fun with it every year.

Dan smiled softly, lying back against the mattress and propping himself up on one elbow. He typed out the tweet hurriedly, though unlike usual he took the time to tediously scan for typos before sending it out. He knew what kind of attention this was going to get, he'd be damned if he took away from the overall meaning behind the message with a slip of his fingers.

"happy birthday to amazingphil you may be on the road to death but the light and warmth you bring to our lives is as everlasting as the sun"

It was cheesy, oh god, was it ever. It wasn't the type of thing he'd ever say to Phil in person, never in a million years, but that didn't take away from the fact that he felt it. He felt it so strongly, every time he so much as thought about the man he loved he could feel the way it brightened his mood. All jokes aside, Phil truly had been the only light in his life through many dark times, and even though things had gotten better since, he never wanted Phil to forget how much that meant to him.

He dropped his phone onto the bed indifferently, attention suddenly set on something far more interesting as Phil started to shift in his sleep. Dan watched avidly, as if it were his favorite show, as Phil twisted in the sheets and stretched out. Apparently, the very edge of the mattress that Dan had reclaimed as his own, was simply too constricting for his unconscious lover.

A loud yawn, a sleepy hand thrown across his eyes, and Phil was finally awake.

"Good morning." Dan whispered warmly, settling a hand on the pillow above Phil's head and carding his fingers through the stark contrast of black hair against white linens. He realized that the greeting was rather abrupt, that Phil probably hadn't even registered that he was aware of his surroundings fully yet, but Dan couldn't wait any longer. He was excited, he could feel the adrenaline thrumming in his veins.

He shifted closer before he could talk himself out of it, tangling his legs between Phil's and slotting their bodies closer together. He was only craving the comfort that the closeness brought, but finding Phil already half-hard against his hip made him blush and think of other connotations.

"Were you watching me sleep?" He groaned out, trying to sound reprimanding despite how obviously he was amused by the attention. Dan debated lying, but in the end he simply shrugged against Phil's chest, not even bothering to attempt warding away his grin as he cuddled up to the other man. "Creep alert."

"Shut-up." Dan ordered briskly, immediately regretting the playful tone when Phil lifted his arm and set his gaze on him. Familiar blue eyes raked over Dan's face, crinkling at the corners as he found whatever he was looking for in the features. Realizing a moment too late to avoid being visibly flustered, Dan noticed Phil's gaze was set on his lips and the prominent smile he wore without thinking.

"You're awfully giddy today, what's the occasion?" Phil mused, reaching out to poke at Dan's dimple, the movement sleep-riddled and clumsy but endearing all the same.

"Like you aren't already aware, you went bed at like 6pm last night to avoid seeing all the people wishing you happy birthday before the morning arrived." Dan countered, shaking his head. He paused afterward though, feeling suddenly unhappy with the bite in his tone. He didn't want this morning to be like that, bickering and banter, he wanted something more earnest for Phil.

He stared down at the space between them, the very limited stretch of fabric visible between their chests. He bit his lip. "How does it feel to be thirty?"

Phil tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling in a thoughtful manner, all the while rubbing his ankle along the planes of Dan's inner calves.

"Alright," Phil answered finally, though there was a twinkle in his eyes that said he hadn't finished just yet. Dan leaned forward, eyes wide with curiosity, already desperate to know what he could do to make the overall birthday experience even better. "-but I imagine it'd feel even better if you were wearing less clothes."

"Your parents are just down the hall, you fiend!" Dan squealed, landing a flimsy hit to Phil's pale chest. A deep rumbling laugh echoed around the room then, the genuine contentment behind the noise calming Dan down instantly. The shock of it aside, he'd meant what he said about doing anything he could to make Phil's day as amazing as possible. He deserved it.

"That never stopped you when we were younger." Phil teased, lowering his voice into that husky morning tone that he definitely used to his advantage over Dan whenever he could. Whether it was obediently fetching him breakfast in bed or allowing his head to be shoved under the blankets to take care of Phil in slightly less appropriate ways, all he had to do was ask him using that voice and Dan was a damn goner. Already, he could feel the pull of submissiveness in his chest. "If anything, you'd think you'd be better at staying quiet now that you're more experienced, but I fear it might be the opposite."

"Let's not forget that I'm not the only one with more experience, sometimes I think you go out of your way to learn what things make me scream." Dan countered, though the admiration in the words was evident, making it obvious that he was genuinely impressed with how well Phil treated him. There was a reason Phil was both the first and last person he could ever see himself being with, no one else could ever come close to comparing.

He blushed, bringing his hand down to rest on Phil's hip and toy with the waistband of the boxers he was wearing. "Phil?"

"Yeah?" Phil practically grunted, his state of arousal hardly subsiding when Dan's hands were so close to where he wanted them. Dan snickered, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to the older man's lips, lingering there for a moment longer to saturate in the all-encompassing feeling of warmth. He could stay like this forever, wrapped up in Phil.

"Happy birthday." He spoke softly, not meaning for so much emotion to leak into the words. In the end, you could hear the tremors in his voice as he continued, despite his best efforts to make it seem cool and casual. He used to be better at that, but over the course of the past year while reflecting on their past and planning their future, Dan had turned irreversibly and irrevocably soft. "I'm so lucky to have you in my life for another year."

Phil pulled back, putting space between them even though Dan weakly protested the action. It wasn't that he didn't want to look at Phil and see his reaction, quite the opposite actually, he just didn't want Phil to see his reaction. If his voice hadn't been a dead giveaway as it was, the growing wetness in his eyes would certainly expose him for the emotional wreck he was.

Rather than the teasing comment Dan had expected, Phil simply tutted at him and cupped his face. He hummed absentmindedly as he wiped away Dan's tears with his thumbs, his hands lingering splayed across his cheekbones even after he'd finished. His gaze was unwavering, fully indulging himself in the messy sight that must have been over-emotional morning Dan.

"I mean, it's not exactly a surprise, I did vow to spend the rest of my life with you." Phil concluded finally, flashing one of those toothy smiles that Dan adored so much, the ones that he'd prided himself in being able to cause since day one.

"I know." He beamed, bringing his own hand up to cup Phil's jaw, scratching through the slight stubble that'd grown since they'd first left for their trip up north. He leaned forward again, nosing along the curve of Phil's neck. He breathed in the familiar scent, his head reeling with the urge to stay just like this forever. "Like I said, I'm so lucky."

"You're such a sap, why do I put up with you?" Phil muttered, kissing Dan's temple.

"Because you love me."

"I do," Phil agreed, causing Dan's cheeks to heat up, saturating in all the one-on-one attention as if it may be his last chance to do so. Sometimes it felt a little surreal to think about how it wouldn't be, how he had this now and forever. He had every opportunity in the world to pull Phil in and appreciate him like this, and he would never take a second of it for granted.

Phil smirked against his forehead suddenly, shoving him away gently. "-against my better judgment."

"Hey!" Dan laughed, throwing his arms up over the pillows, tucking them behind his head and watching appreciatively as Phil rose to stretch beside the bed, toned back muscles flexing while fully on display to him. He rolled onto his stomach, trying to feign disinterest, though his eyes never once left Phil's frame as he grabbed his phone and started to look through it where he stood.

Realizing what this meant, Dan tensed and held his breath, waiting for the reaction to his tweet. When he received nothing, not even so much as an intrigued glance in his direction, Dan started to wonder if maybe he'd messed up. "What do you think? Was it too much?"

"Are we even trying to hide it anymore?" The response was practically instant, like Phil had been waiting for him to speak up first, and Dan wasn't sure what to make of that. He blanched, his eyes downcast as he wondered what Phil's expression looked like right about now. Was Phil angry with him for being too obvious?

"Are we supposed to be?" Dan asked slowly, cautiously, uncertainty evident in every syllable he spoke. A strike of realization seemed to overcome Phil upon hearing that confusion, as he clambered onto the bed before Dan even had time to work up the nerve to look at him again.

"No, Dan, that's not what I meant." Phil assured him, falling atop his chest in one clumsy movement, chin jutting out into Dan's collarbones in a way that was entirely unpleasant. He didn't complain though, simply wrapped his arms around Phil and held him closer. "I love it, it was sweet."

"Yeah?"

"It just feels a little redundant to keep pretending we're platonic and then say stuff like that, that's all."

"So... you didn't like it?" Dan laughed, wondering if Phil realized the irony behind saying something so negative immediately after reassuring him that he liked the message. Was he perhaps dancing around the topic? Refusing to tell Dan how much it actually bothered him? That was the worst possible scenario, he hated the idea of not knowing how Phil was really feeling.

"I told you, I loved it." Phil reiterated again, this time with more firmness, making sure it wasn't open to discussion. Dan nodded meekly, trying to look away and cursing himself for not being quicker when Phil caught his jaw between his fingers. Phil scooted up his body, sitting up on his stomach and staring curiously down at Dan. He splayed his fingers, running them through Dan's hair and dragging his nails lightly over his scalp. "I'm not saying the romantic has to go, I love that, you know I do. All I'm saying is that maybe we should just kill the platonic branding if we're going to be this obvious anyway."

"Oh." Dan flushed, from the tips of his toes all the way up to his eyes, and he could feel the way it rolled across his skin like the lapping waves of a steady tide. That was the last thing he'd expected Phil to say, in response to his question and, well, ever. The platonic branding had been their thing for so long, the thing they fell back on. Sure, they were testing the waters more lately, toying with the boundaries of what they could get away with on-camera and what went too far, but to outright suggest killing it was something else entirely.

It was scary and new, something they had never really talked much about, yet he couldn't help but lie there and wonder why it sounded like exactly what he wanted. "You'd be okay with that?"

"Love, I've been okay with that since the day we got together, and there hasn't been a day since that I didn't want to show you off to the world." Phil confirmed, eyes alight with sickeningly sweet love and something else... something closer to anticipation. Perhaps there was a chance that he was just as eager for this as Dan was? Dan shook his head, trying to will away that thought before he let himself hope.

"Stop that! I'm supposed to be the cheesy one today!" He laughed, shoving Phil off of him and rolling to mirror the same position, except with him on top. He sneered down at his helpless captive, stretching his arms high above his head despite knowing the way his shirt would lift up to reveal his stomach, along with the dark trail of hair that led south. If anything, he was counting on that fact.

"Wanna take a shower?" Phil blurted, both of his hands settling on Dan's hips, like he couldn't help but to touch. Dan smirked, confident that his plan had had the intended results now. A smirk engulfed his face as he intentionally started to squirm, knowing full-well that Phil would be able to feel it through the sole layer of clothing he'd chosen to wear to bed.

"Together?" Dan mused, placing his hands on Phil's chest and balancing himself, needing the support as he started to properly swivel his hips and grind down against the man beneath him. A sharp noise, an odd mixture between encouragement and a warning, like Phil himself wasn't sure whether he wanted this to continue or not.

"Doesn't have to lead anywhere, unless you want it to." He managed through grit teeth, his nails digging into Dan's sides so harshly that it was painful.

"No way, you are not pinning the decision on me." Dan gasped, feeling his cock twitch with interest as Phil started to arch his back, lifting up to meet each of his movements. God, that really wasn't helping his attempt to act indifferent on the matter. If it were up to him he'd be on his knees in front of Phil in ten seconds flat, but today was the one day of the year where he tried to stifle all the bossy commands that boiled up in his chest the moment things got physical.

He just wanted so many things, such specific things, usually he couldn't express it to Phil through body language alone and ended up demanding them. Even if Phil insisted he got off on Dan's pleasure and didn't actually care exactly what they did, Dan figured he deserved at least one chance annually to make requests of his own. "It's your birthday, we get to do what you want."

"Hm, let me think." Phil mused, wiggling his eyebrows at the sudden power Dan had handed over to him. Just as Dan started to grow frustrated with the amount of time it was taking him to reach a conclusion, Phil's hands slid from his hips down to cup at his ass instead. "Looks like we're doing you then."

"I hate you." Dan groaned at the pathetic attempt at a joke, collapsing onto Phil's chest and shoved his face into the pillow next to Phil's head. He wasn't sure if he could look the other man in the eye ever again after a joke that stupid.

"Liar." Phil accused, gently shifting out from beneath him. Dan helped him out, rolling lazily onto his back and shoving him out of the bed. Phil gave a disgruntled noise of shock before glaring at him and starting toward the ensuite washroom. Heavily-lidded brown eyes followed each sway of Phil's body as he walked away, his boxers hanging low on his hips and leaving little to the imagination. Not that Dan had to imagine anything, he'd seen it all before.

Though, he'd be lying if he tried to say he wasn't tempted to see it all over again, right now.

Dan scrambled out of bed and started to follow Phil, only to linger outside the door to the washroom and debate whether he was being too over-eager. Deciding that wasn't the case at all and Phil had definitely intended to leave him desperate to the point of rushing after him, Dan ducked through the door.

He found Phil standing casually in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth with all the casualness in the world. Uncertain what else to do, Dan sidled up next to him and grabbed his own travel toothbrush, snatching the paste out of Phil's hand and staring toward himself in the mirror. Or, that was his original plan, but he couldn't help but notice the way Phil's eyes definitely weren't on his own actions and kept wandering.

"Stop staring." Dan managed, only after spitting into the drain. Phil smirked, shaking his head, barely managing to form words around the toothbrush still between his lips.

"I'm not."

"Yes you are!" Dan argued, throwing his hands up in frustration before leaving them to rest against the counter. That was a mistake on his part, he realized this a moment later, when Phil leaned over to spit into the drain and missed by a damn mile. Dan's eyes went wide with horror. "Did you just spit on my hand?"

"...No." Phil managed weakly, clearly fighting off the urge to smile. Dan groaned, shoving his hand under the tap and rinsing away the mess, cringing all the while.

"You can't deny it when I literally watched you do it." He grumbled, turning back to Phil a moment later, intending to ask him for the hand towel. Instead, Dan received the length of Phil's body pressed up against his, backing him up against the door.

There was the obvious lust he'd expected to see evident in Phil's eyes, but also poorly-hidden fondness that surely spawned from seeing Dan throw such a hissy fit. How someone could find his complaining endearing was something Dan would never understand, but he certainly wasn't complaining when it led to situations like this.

"God, I love you." Phil groaned, grinding against him in languid movements, before slotting his leg between Dan's and encouraging him to work for it instead. He did, though his methods weren't nearly as calm and controlled as Phil's, already he felt desperate and needy as he jerked against Phil's bare thigh.

"You're gonna love me even more when you see what I got you for your birthday." Dan managed between harsh breaths, trying to calm himself down even though they'd only just gotten started. He couldn't help it, there was something about the familiar setting, the place where Phil had first started to defile his innocence all those years ago. Kinky bastard, Dan never stood a chance.

"Is that so?" Phil panted against the shell of his ear, their movements getting sloppier as Phil continued to dry-hump him into the door. He shook his head, resisting the urge to laugh at how ridiculous this was. Really, could neither of them at least wait until the clothes came off? After all these years they were still that eager to get their hands on each other?

Phil's hands roamed his chest, tugging and pulling at his shirt until finally Dan grew frustrated and simply lifted it over his head. He decided that that was definitely the desirable choice, when Phil immediately leaned forward and harshly nipped at the prominent outline of his collarbone, the stinging pain quickly receding into pleasure when Phil's tongue licked into the obvious dip above it instead.

Phil paused suddenly, going so unnerving still that Dan's heart started to race with worry. What could he possibly have done wrong when all he was doing was exactly what Phil had asked for?

And then came his answer, in the form of Phil pulling back with childish excitement on his face, that which didn't match the current scenario at all. Instantly, Dan knew what to expect next, as his lover leaned forward and crashed their lips clumsily together. They both pulled back a moment later, Phil's eyes alight with mirth. "Is it a puppy!?"

"Phil." Dan sighed, trying to be gentle with Phil when he was so obviously excited by the possibility. It was technically his fault too, he had talked up the present purposely to intrigue Phil more than he already was, he just hadn't expected him to be so invested so soon. "Even if all the paperwork has gone through on the new house, we can't get any pets until we move officially. You know that."

"I know." Phil sighed, running his hands appreciatively over Dan's curves, tracing his fingertips over the sensitive skin. Dan shivered.

"Why don't you play with your favorite pet until then?" He prompted, grabbing Phil's wrists and dragging them both southward. His breath hitched when, unexpectedly, Phil listened. He whimpered pathetically, way too far gone for how little they'd done, but too lost in sensation to care as warm hands started to palm him through the remaining article of clothing clinging to his skin.

"Where's the sharpie, better get the cat whiskers on so you look the part." Phil teased, tongue poking out between his teeth in a silent laugh. Dan groaned, shoving his hands away and pushing off from the wall, scowling until the moment he was out of Phil's line of view and then breaking out into a smile. He leaned over the edge of the tub, turning on the water.

Content with the temperature of the water running over his palm, he stood up and hitched his fingers under the waistband of his underwear, sliding them down his legs to pool at his feet in one smooth movement.

"Screw off." He called over his shoulder, fondly, an unspoken request behind the words. Come here, give me more attention, don't take your eyes off of me. It was the exact opposite of what he'd said, yet he knew that Phil would understand. He always had.

"I'd much rather screw you." Dan rolled his eyes, though he played along as Phil's hands settled on his ass, playfully kneading at it and landing a couple smacks to the flushed skin. He arched his back, hands settling on the tub's edge again, wordlessly presenting himself for Phil's eyes only.

"You think you're so smooth, don't you?" He managed between harsh breaths, though his voice shook slightly as Phil traced a sole finger along the crevice between his cheeks. He paused just before reaching the place Dan really wanted to be touched, instead pulling his touch away and leaving Dan to whine petulantly in protest.

"You have significantly less clothing on than when we started, I think it's working well for me." Phil mused, reaching over him to turn on the shower.

"It's a pity strip because it's your birthday and your flirting is so awful I feel bad for you." Dan snapped, doing a poor job at hiding his bitterness at being left needy and longing for more of Phil's touch. The older man snickered, slapping his palm harsher against Dan's skin this time, so much so that he could feel the way it jiggled beneath the impact.

"Either way, I'm still getting what I wanted." He concluded, shoving Dan forward suddenly. Now, despite having little time to react, by some miracle Dan managed to scramble over the edge of the tub and land on his feet, rather than trip over it. That still didn't make him any happier about being shoved around, especially not when he felt the temperature drop against his skin.

"The water's still cold, you ass!" He hissed out through his teeth, whirling around to glare at Phil. If anything, he looked amused at the way Dan was hugging his arms around himself, teeth chattering.

"Someone had to test it." Phil dismissed, shrugging his shoulders. Dan glared on as the water started to heat up, only to grin wickedly when he thought of an idea. Gathering the last of the cold water into his hands, he waited until he was holding as much as possible before tossing it in Phil's direction. The answering indignified squeak was success enough. "Don't splash me! You're gonna make a mess!"

"Right, like you totally weren't planning on making a mess before that happened." Dan scoffed, glancing at the water pooling on the tile floor at Phil's feet before turning around, pressing his chest into the shower wall and sticking his ass out to solidify the point he was making.

"Did you bring-"

"Got myself all ready for you while you were asleep." He announced proudly, sounding endlessly satisfied with himself over that fact. Truthfully, he was quite proud of his willpower this morning, not only did he get up before dawn, but he spent his time willfully preparing himself for Phil to do what he wanted with him and not once did he allow himself to come without permission. That wasn't something easily done, but he was determined to give every part of himself up to Phil, it was his birthday after all.

"Dan Howell waking up early? This is truly a once in a lifetime experience." Phil teased, stepping into the shower behind him and pulling the curtain the rest of the way closed, blanketing the space in shallow shadows.

Dan straightened up slightly, just enough to turn his head and look over his shoulder without too much difficulty. He found Phil was already staring at him, that same awed expression he always wore when Dan did something he found particularly enticing. Dan's eyes positively sparkled, overwhelmed with how intensely he could feel Phil's appreciation and adoration for him.

"It's not every day you turn thirty, old man." He retorted, though it hardly sounded like an insult, even he could hear the caring way he spoke. Phil rolled his eyes, the smile never once leaving his lips as he stepped closer and ran his hand along the slick surface of Dan's back, watching as the water formed into droplets and trailed down the pale skin.

"Who knew thirty was the cut-off age where you want from being a daddy to an old man." Phil mused aloud, flexing his fingers suddenly and digging his nails into Dan's skin. That earned him a quiet yelp, Dan desperately trying to keep his mouth shut.

"You do not get to use my kinks against me, Lester." He managed a moment later, once he was certain Phil didn't have intentions of repeating the action just to make him cry out.

"True, that'd be unfair. You'd never stand a chance when you have so damn many of them." Phil joked, running his hands over Dan's sides, then his stomach, finally settling pressed against his chest. Dan opened his mouth to make a snarky comment back, but any words died on his tongue when Phil wordlessly tweaked both of his nipples between his fingers. A broken whine filled the room, any will to fight gone in an instant and replaced with a desire far stronger. "How do you want me?"

"How many times do I have to tell you this?! It's your birthday so do what you w-"

"Good. I wanna lick you open and fuck you with my tongue." He hadn't expected such a blunt answer, it wasn't often that Phil simply came out and said exactly what he wanted, usually he made Dan work to find that out. This was almost worse though, the pang of arousal that shot through him, low and hot, was nearly cruel when Phil's hands were hardly touching him.

"There's nothing I love more than a man that knows what he wants." He looked over his shoulder, eyes glazed over, barely able to focus on the way Phil was shifting onto his knees behind him. Suddenly more eager to continue than he'd been all morning, he pressed his hips back and was immediately met with a smack to his ass. He pouted pitifully.

After that, Dan tried his best to be obedient and stay exactly where Phil had left him, but it wasn't exactly easy. It was almost like Phil was trying to draw out the entire process on purpose, kissing all over the backs of his thighs and the dip of his lower back, ever-so-slowly drifting closer to where he'd promised this was leading up to.

Each time Dan would start to squirm, Phil would smack him again, just harsh enough for a resounding sting to last a few seconds after the contact had left. Dan couldn't decide what he wanted more, to behave well so Phil would move things along quicker, or act out horribly so Phil would finally put some force into it and spank him properly.

But today wasn't about what he wanted, so it didn't really matter either way.

He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut as tight as possible and spreading his legs further, putting himself entirely on display for the other man. He felt the noise of approval Phil emitted before he heard it, the low rumble that vibrated against his skin where Phil's lips were pressed, kissing at the dimples in his back.

"Do you want it?" Phil prompted, dragging his teeth across Dan's skin as he finally dropped a hand between his legs. The keen that echoed off the shower walls was anything but discreet, leaving Dan blushing pink as Phil's finger traced around his swollen rim. He could feel himself pressing back against the touch, entirely beyond his control.

"Yes." He answered, realizing with a delay that Phil had no intentions of giving him anything more until he answered the question. With that, he nudged the tip of his finger harsher against the ring of taut muscles, humming in approval when Dan's body easily accepted the intrusion.

"How badly?" He asked, earning a groan when Dan realized that he was expected to speak yet again, even now with a finger buried half in his ass and giving him nowhere near the amount of satisfaction he knew it could.

"I wanna be able to feel where your hands were on my body for days." He responded, through harshly grit teeth.

"You're so slick, bet you were expecting my cock first thing, huh?" Phil questioned, hitching his finger forward and eliciting a low, throaty moan out of Dan. He jolted forward, the head of his cock rubbing against the tiled wall and leaving an embarrassing trail of pre-cum in its wake.

"Y-Yeah." Dan answered honestly, memories of when he'd been stretching himself out and imagining this scenario coming back to him. He hadn't expected the shower, had only expected Phil to pin him against the bed and take him rough and raw, until he was crying out with each thrust. He'd wanted that so very badly, he still did, but the thought of Phil's mouth on him was nearly as appealing.

That thought was only encouraged when Phil leaned forward, exhaling heavily over his most sensitive area and surely causing goosebumps to arise. He heard a snicker behind him, and that was the only warning Dan got before Phil eased his finger out and spread his cheeks apart in one rough movement.

He brought a hand back without thinking, reaching blindly until finally grabbing a fistful of Phil's hair and attempting to force him forward already. That was a big mistake. In an instant his hands were held together in one of Phil's own, nails digging into his wrist harsh enough that he was certain Phil could feel the way he made Dan's pulse jump. Now, not only were things not moving along like he'd hoped, he had also lost the little bit of contact he had.

"You're so needy, Daniel." Phil chastised darkly, clicking his tongue in a loud obscene way that made Dan's legs tremble beneath him. He wanted to feel that tongue inside of him, licking him open and stretching him wide, taunting him with just how close it would be to pressing down on the spot that made him see stars.

He squirmed, rubbing his thighs together, subconsciously chasing any sort of friction he could find. He was so far gone he'd nearly forgotten about Phil's position, how he had a perfect vantage point for every one of Dan's greedy attempts at finding his high. He was doing just that actually, rolling his hips forward and relishing in the cool feeling of the smooth tiles against the very tip of his cock, when Phil suddenly let his hands go and moaned.

Oh shit, that was new, Phil was hardly ever vocal in these types of situations, he was the only one between the two of them that had any ounce of control. If he's this far gone already, then how the hell can he expect Dan to hold it together?!

He felt the warm breath wash over his skin again, this time slower, more purposeful. He shivered, the heat provided by the water doing little to lighten the chill that ran down his back knowing what was about to happen.

Phil settled his hands on his ass again, wasting no time with formalities and spreading him wide, leaving Dan feeling indecent and exposed in every way. It was hot, in a filthy sort of way, knowing that Phil could see every part of him and was about to claim it as his own yet again.

He nearly came the moment Phil's mouth was finally on him, managed to keep it together by the power of sheer stubbornness alone, his legs drawn so tightly together it was a wonder he could stay standing. It was even more a wonder when they didn't buckle a moment later, as Phil started to move rather than just keeping his pursed lips pressed to Dan's hole as he shamefully clenched and tensed around nothing, begging to be filled. Suddenly, Phil was licking around his most private place like he had every right to be there, his touches teasing and fleeting and nowhere near enough.

They hadn't done this in a while, Dan should have known it'd feel so much more overwhelming after the time lapse since the last time, but this was unreal. It took him a while, nearly a minute of the tip of Phil's pointed tongue tracing around his entrance without actually entering him whatsoever, for Dan to recognize the difference. He pressed his hips back, undeterred when Phil stubbornly brought his tongue back into his mouth in response, because he could feel Phil's stubble scratching against that oh, so sensitive place and it drove him wild.

"Feel good?" Phil asked, an air of fake innocence about him for someone that had been lapping and sucking at Dan's damn asshole seconds beforehand. Dan wanted to smack him, to storm out of the room dramatically and wipe that gloating tone from Phil's voice permanently, but instead he pressed his forehead harsher against the wall and rocked his hips back insistently.

God, he was so weak, all it took was one more swipe of Phil's tongue and any remaining shreds of his pride blew away with the wind. He practically mewled, high and needy in the back of his throat, like he couldn't think of anything else but the insistent push and pull of how good it'd feel to have Phil finally dip his tongue inside of him.

"Yeah, feels so good." Dan grunted, hips canting forward on their own accord, a sloppy thrust into nothing that left much to be desired. He whimpered, on the verge of begging for it he was so damn desperate to just feel something, when Phil caught him off guard by abruptly plunging his tongue between his cheeks and licking wetly into him. "Ah, fuck!"

"That's it, good boy, I wanna hear all your pretty noises." Phil murmured against his skin, pulling back just enough for the words to be eligible, though Dan could still feel the way each outward breath traced his wet skin. He might have fought it, might have tried to remain resolute and silent just to spite Phil for making him wait so long, but he was already so very far gone. All he wanted was something inside of him, anything, he was painstakingly aware of how empty he was and how he wanted that to change.

And so, without even making the formal decision to give in and give Phil exactly what he wanted, Dan found himself with his mouth hanging open and wrecked noises of encouragement spilling past his lips in a near-constant stream. Most of it was useless babble, a distorted mix of 'please, just like that' and 'harder, Phil, need it deeper', but it seemed to be working. The moment he stopped trying to stay still and keep the noises in, he actually started getting what he wanted.

The only problem was, what he wanted had seemed so much easier to handle before he got it.

It was too much, so much more than he was capable of dealing with when he was stumbling dangerously close to orgasm territory. Phil was properly fucking him now, not even trying to hold any resemblance of a rhythm or form with his movements. It was fast and sloppy and Dan could literally feel the way his muscles would tense when Phil would try to draw back, desperate to keep him inside.

"Ah, ah, ah!" He panted out, breathy whines that had started to tack onto each ragged exhale that wracked his frame. Phil pulled back suddenly and he practically screamed in frustration, only to be abruptly shut-up by the feeling of two spit-slicked fingers being shoved into him at once. His knees wobbled. Phil responded by pushing him into the wall harsher.

"I bet you could come from this alone." Phil mused, driving his fingers in and out, now taking the time to set an even pace, and a brutal one at that. Dan's hands scrambled across the wall, nails digging into the cracks between the tiles as he tried in vain to find anything to ground himself through the experience. It was too good, the insistent pressure each time Phil's blunt fingers would drive up into that spot inside of him that Phil's tongue hadn't really been able to reach, let alone drive into like this.

"Don't even try it." He ordered, glancing down between the wall and his body, where his swollen cock was rubbing pitifully against the wall each time Phil's fingers slipped into him fully again and caused him to jerk forward.

"Why? You said I could do whatever I wanted." Phil reminded him, tone playful at the surface, but something far more insistent dwelling deeper. Dan whimpered, lost in sensation as Phil relentlessly drilled into him. He was crooking his fingers just right to rub against his prostate until it felt oversensitive and raw, and goddamn it he wanted more.

"Phil, please." He pleaded, his voice broken and scratchy, starting to fade after the countless noises he'd made throughout the torturous length of time Phil had been doing this for. It was cruel really, any time he thought he might be able to finally come from the prostate stimulation alone, Phil would switch back to using his tongue again. Lapping and lathing his tongue inside of him, every movement slow and exaggerated, drawing out every last noise and reaction he could from Dan. "I need you to touch me."

"I don't know, you sound so pretty when you beg." Phil whispered, low and sultry, clearly basking in the dominance he had over Dan right now. Normally, by now, Dan would have whirled around and shoved his cock down Phil's throat all in one go for being such a damn tease. He would never put up with this if he had a choice, he would storm off and get himself off if he had to. But, alas, it was Phil's birthday, and Dan had promised him anything he wanted. That didn't mean he had to be happy about it though.

"I'm so close it hurts, please." He reiterated, more desperate now than ever before. He could feel it building, the same climax he'd had held in front of him tauntingly so many times now before Phil would inevitably back off, switching to leisurely flicks of his tongue and gently grazing his teeth across the sensitive catch of Dan's rim, enough to pleasure him but not enough to hold him at the precipice of his high.

Then he would sink away from it, pathetically whining all the while to be fucked properly, taken like he'd been hoping for this morning when he carefully stretched himself open. At one point he'd actually listened to the things he was uselessly babbling out to Phil, caught himself trying to bargain with Phil to just 'put his dick in him already' and he would tell him what his surprise present was early. Thankfully, Phil knew better than to listen to the senseless things he blurted out while he was close, and simply went on doing what he was.

This time, he was sure of it, he was going to be able to come. Phil was showing no signs of stopping or slowing down anytime soon, and Dan was trying his best not to let any incriminating noises slip so Phil wouldn't be aware of just how close he really was. He could feel it building again, the heat pooling southward, sparking along his skin as the need for relief grew stronger and stronger.

It was so close, each time Phil's fingers sunk into him fully and stretched him open again he could actually physically feel the way it was coming. He trembled, leaning his weight against the wall, his cock throbbing from lack of stimulation and being kept on the edge for so long. He moaned. This was it, he was finally going to-

"You're close, huh?" Phil asked, pulling back all at once just as he had so many times before, the smirk he was wearing practically audible in his voice. The water had recently starting to run cold and neither of them had taken notice of it until now, when Dan was left clenching desperately around nothing and pulsing hotly against the cool tiles, so close to his release it hurt.

"No!" He whined, shaking his head from side to side, his wet curls sending splashes of water against the walls. He shook brokenly, clutching his arms around his chest and trying to hold back the urge to sob with frustration. He waited, knowing it was only a matter of time now until Phil would go back to giving him just barely enough attention to keep him hard.

"Shh, it's okay, I won't tease you this time." He perked up at that, looking back at Phil distrustingly. Phil met his gaze and winked, a proper sexy wink that sent Dan back to leaning against the wall, convinced that even if Phil was teasing him still he would totally put up with it knowing that was the man currently rocking his world.

However, true to his word, this time Phil didn't back off. He continued to thrust into Dan with his fingers, not even trying to avoid the place Dan was begging him to pay attention to, not even complaining when Dan started to cry from sheer relief as he felt himself growing closer again.

His hips started to rock back and forth, searching for friction in any way he could find it, and Phil's natural response to this was to lean forward and press his tongue deep inside of him alongside his fingers. Dan's eyes went wide, the half-hearted lazy movements he'd been keeping up with moments before hastily forgotten.

Phil had been using his fingers and his tongue throughout the whole process, but oh god, never had he used them both at the same time.

"Thank-you, thank-you, thank-" Dan choked out, spluttering as Phil abruptly slipped a third finger into him and stretched him even wider. He was trembling now, so close to coming without his dick being touched even once. He whimpered, reaching back clumsily and threading his fingers through Phil's hair again, though this time he didn't protest it. He slipped his fingers out and Dan immediately whimpered at the loss of contact, but then his tongue was back, delving into him as deep as it could. And, oh Chris, that damned stubble was going to be the death of him.

"That's it, baby, let yourself go while I fuck you with my tongue." He ordered hotly, soft plush lips moving over Dan's hole with each word he spoke. Then he licked into him one final time and Dan's knees gave out with the buckling force of his orgasm. Luckily, Phil's hands were free now, and he hurriedly grabbed Dan's hips and pressed him into the wall. Never once did he stop lapping determinedly inside of him, working him through it.

It was so intense, unlike anything Dan had ever experienced before, and even though the build-up had been hell on Earth, he couldn't deny that it was worth it.

He came with a shuddering breath, spilling across the tiles and coating the wall in a thin layer of white, watching as the water washed it away nearly immediately. But he was still coming, shaking under the force of it, clenching and twitching uselessly around Phil's tongue. He couldn't believe how long it was lasting, even now as it switched to pathetic beads of cum running weakly down the side of his cock, it was overwhelming.

The aftershocks of it weren't any better, he ended up jerking back against Phil for another twenty seconds, growling at him in a low grumble each time he would figure it safe to pull away. He was oversensitive and needy, and the moment he finally let Phil pull away, he fell to his knees and leaned back against the other man with a sated sigh.

"That was so good."

"So you don't hate me for edging you?" Phil whispered gently, brushing Dan's hair back from his eyes and pressing a kiss to his forehead the moment it was exposed. They both smiled when Dan sneezed abruptly in response, even that was a tired, quiet little noise. He was so spent, it was adorable.

"No, I totally do." Dan assured him, shifting around so he could face Phil. He glanced down, gulping when his gaze landed on the other man's lap. "You're still hard?"

"Yeah." Phil answered easily, clearly not bashful in the slightest. Though, upon noticing the apprehension in Dan's eyes, Phil leaned in and kissed his cheek as softly as he could. "You don't have to help if you don't feel up to it, I know that was a lot to handle."

"I'm tired, but not that tired." Dan insisted, though the yawn that followed the statement was rather contradictory. He layed down with the length of the tub, careful not to put pressure on anywhere that Phil had left him feeling bruised and sore, and settled his head in Phil's lap. He opened his mouth tiredly, guiding the head of Phil's cock past his lips and moaning softly at the taste of salty pre-cum.

He suckled at the tip for a moment longer before finally building the energy to lift his head properly and take more of Phil into his mouth. Dan let his jaw go slack, sinking down the length of Phil's cock until he felt it nudge the back of his throat, hot and insistent in a way that had Dan's own dick twitching curiously despite how exhausted he felt. He cursed himself, unintentionally grinding downward against the smooth surface of the tub's floor.

"Ah, shit." Phil cursed, tangling his fingers in Dan's hair and guiding him along his length, gently at first and then with increasing desperation. It couldn't have been more than a minute later and already Phil was shoving him down particularly harsh, thrusting his own hips upward and actually using Dan's mouth to get off. It was hot, and if Dan hadn't been sold on a round two before, now there wasn't a question in his mind that he'd find a way to make it work. "I'm close already."

"Go on then, come all over me, use me for your pleasure." Dan grunted as soon as Phil slipped past his lips, smearing pre-cum across them as Dan mouthed at the tip. The noise that Phil made in response to that request was almost worth all the edging and more, low and sinful in the way he groaned a slur of curses and Dan's name mixed together. Encouraged, Dan pulled off again and stared up at Phil through his lashes, dipping the tip of his tongue into Phil's slit pointedly before he spoke. "I'm yours today, Phil, do anything you want with me."

"Shit." That was all the warning Dan got before Phil grabbed fistfuls of his hair and shoved him harshly downward, coming down his throat in salty, thick streaks. Dan moaned around him, saturating in the feeling of Phil's velvety skin, pulsing hot and heavy against his tongue. He gulped, trying to the best of his ability to swallow even with Phil still buried into the back of his throat. The strangled noise that came from above him after that bout of overstimulation was practically sinful.

"How was that? Hot enough for you?" Dan snickered, pulling off and scrubbing cool water across his face to clean himself up. Phil nodded weakly and Dan got to his feet, aware of how this left his ass in Phil's face for the duration of his actual shower, seeing as his husband didn't seem willing to stand just yet.

He finished way before Phil did, understandably, so he found himself cuddled up in the blankets wearing one of Phil's shirts when the other man finally came lumbering out of the bathroom. Dan was aptly reading through a book he'd brought along for the trip, though he paused to look up at Phil as he walked into the room.

His eyes widened, finding Phil completely naked, his hand wrapped around his cock and his gaze predatory. Dan wasn't even sure if his subtle attempt at teasing had worked up until this point, but now he felt like gloating over his win a bit. He rolled onto his side, smirking as Phil sauntered slowly toward the bed. "Really? Again? Thirty hasn't slowed you down at all, sweetheart."

"You said I could do anything I wanted, Dan." Phil reminded him, dropping onto the bed and shoving his hand into Dan's pants without so much as a warning. The younger boy yelped, though a second later he spread his legs and invited Phil to settle between them. He did.

Phil leaned in close, catching Dan's earlobe between his teeth and tugging insistently. "I wanna fuck you now, hard and rough, just the way you like it."

"Jesus Christ."