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"Why is this taking so fucking long?"
“Why’s the video so fucking long?” Phil halfheartedly bites back, "You know, for someone who's been dreading this for ages, you’re awfully eager to-”
Dan stops pacing and glares at Phil. "I'm not eager, I'm anxious. There's a difference”
Phil gets up from his chair and does a tiny stretch before walking over to Dan. He places a gentle hand on Dan's shoulder, "I know. I'm just trying to lighten the atmosphere a little bit. It's going to be okay, you know. Whatever happens, we'll face it together. It’s 2025, we’ve all changed."
Dan leans into Phil's touch, taking a deep breath. "I just… it’s just a lot. Feels like coming out all over again.”
Phil pulls Dan into a tight hug, “And it went amazing your first time around as well.”
“Okay,” Dan whispers, “Thank you.”
He glances at the computer screen, watching as the file uploads all the way.
"Okay, that's it,” Dan says softly, clicking the power button on his phone. "Can’t do this. It’s uploaded. No more phone for me. Throwing it in the ocean."
“Don’t do that,” Phil says, "You won’t survive very long.”
“Neither would you, stinky baby. Stinky iPad baby.”
Phil hums in acknowledgement, “I’m gonna publish the video now, do you want to go to our room?”
“Mmm, yeah, probably,” And then he’s padding away. Phil has the thumbnail and title sorted in no time, already prepared, and then he’s leaving his phone on the desk and going to join Dan. As soon as he gets to their room he falls back into a sitting position their bed. Dan’s crawling into his space in an instant, nuzzling into his boyfriend’s neck. Boyfriend? He likes the way it sounds, the way the syllables fit onto his tongue when he sounds it out. Maybe Phil’s degree could say something about that.
"Dan," Phil whispers, "The video is up. I'm so proud of you."
Dan pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting Phil's, “I was so scared. I am scared. Have been for all of these years, fuck-”
"It’s done now. It’s done!” Phil cards his fingers through Dan’s curls, “We’re gonna be okay. I love you so much, bub."
Dan's eyes well up, and he blinks rapidly, trying to hold back the tears. "I love you too. God, more than anything.”
Phil leans in, his lips meeting Dan's in a soft kiss. Dan melts into him, his body instinctively relaxing. Phil's clammy freezing hands roam over Dan's back and he doesn’t even have the heart to whine about it, just letting Phil draw him closer.
Dan's breath hitches as Phil's lips trail down his neck, his collarbone, his chest, and then back up. Phil's hands find their way under Dan's shirt, tracing the lines of muscles that he’s still not used to being there. They’re always changing, and yet this Dan in front of him is the same he’s already been. The emo boy at Manchester Piccadilly is the same one in all his vulnerability in front of him, just with a little less muscle and a little more baby fat. Dan grips onto the fabric of Phil's stupid sweater as the other feels him up.
"Eager, aren't we?" Phil teases, his voice dropping lower in a way that Dan would usually make fun of. Dan blushes instead, heart swelling. This beautiful boy that is all his.
Phil's fingers deftly undo Dan's jeans, pushing them down his hips along with his boxers. A light smack to the ass is enough for Dan to roll over to be able to kick the garments off, not paying attention to where on the floor they land. Problem for later Dan. Maybe even a problem for later Phil. Right now, his body aches with need for Phil, and nothing else. Phil's hands are everywhere, exploring skin he’s already touched a million times but never tires of.
Dan reaches for his partner, his hands tugging at the hem of his sweater. Phil helps him, pulling it off and tossing it aside. Dan's hands waste no time in roaming over the pale expanse of Phil's chest, feeling the soft hair and the steady beat of his heart. Phil pushes Dan back onto the bed, his body covering Dan's, his weight comforting and secure. Dan wraps his legs around Phil's waist, pulling him closer, needing more. Phil's lips find Dan's again, nipping the skin until his partner’s mouth falls open into a moan.
They stay like that for a while, just making out. Phil eventually rises to sitting, toppling himself over onto the mattress, “Lube.”
“Gonna say please?”
“Nope. I’m a tudor princess, Dan. I can’t handle that.”
“Dumbass,” But he’s clambering to the side of the bed anyway, rummaging through their bedside table’s drawer’s contents.
Dan finds it quickly and pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, warming it between his palms for a moment before realizing it’s probably warm in comparison to Phil. He reaches down to trace gentle circles around Phil's entrance, feeling him tense slightly. Phil takes a sharp intake of breath, as Dan’s digit hovers over his entrance. He presses a finger inside, slowly.
"More, bub, c’mon," Phil whispers.
Dan adds another finger obediently, scissoring them gently, stretching Phil open. Phil's body relaxes around the intrusion quickly- he’s well-practiced at at least this- and he lets out a soft whine, his hips bucking slightly.
"Good boy," Phil murmurs, ”Making me feel so good. Keep going. I want to feel you stretch me open."
It’s the quietest Dan’s been in a while. The constant overthinking of his brain just calms down when there are orders from Phil to listen to. He adds a third finger, movements slow but deliberate. He can feel every twitch of Phil's hole, his body yielding to him.
Dan continues to finger Phil, movements steady, for a few moments until Phil starts squirming. He’s panting, "Doing so good, doing- fuck, stop please. Pull out. Need you inside me."
Dan's cock throbs at the words; he pulls his fingers out slowly, wrapping them around his dick to get it a little bit more slick. They’re so used to doing this that none of the prep is even necessary anymore, but Phil just likes to draw it out.
"Go slow, love," He whispers. "I want to feel every inch of you."
Dan pushes forward slowly, giving Phil ample time to adjust. Dan’s hips stutter as soon as the tight heat envelops him, taking a deep breath to attempt to regain control.
"Phil," Dan gasps, "Phil."
“You’re so pretty,” Phil smiles, tender, “You can move now.”
And so Dan does, his hips snapping forward in a slow, steady rhythm. Phil's hands roam over Dan's back, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling him closer.
“Harder,” Phil commands, eyes fluttering shut. He’s already done enough admiring Dan to fill a lifetime. His boyfriend’s hips snap forward immediately, his cock filling Phil completely. Phil moans, his body meeting Dan's thrusts, their skin slapping together, "That's it, Dan. That’s a good boy. Fuck me like you mean it."
Dan's hips moved with a newfound urgency at the sound of the praise, his body slamming into Phil's with each thrust. Dan could feel his control slipping, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps.
"Phil," Dan breathes, barely short of a whine, “‘M close. Please, can I-"
Phil's eyes flutter open just long enough to gaze into Dan’s, "Can you what? Come for me? You wanna fill me up?"
Dan whines, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Yes, please. Want everyone to knew we’re each other’s."
“Let go,” Phil commands- and Dan's body convulses, his release pulsing through him, filling Phil to the brim. Phil gasps at the sensation, his hole pulsing with it. His own jizz coats Dan’s stomach mere moments later.
“Stay inside me please,” Phil requests.
“Not leaving,” Dan pouts, “But I need my phone, it’s been at least 46 minutes. Gotta reply to people.”
“Bitch,” Phil rolls his eyes, blindly reaching around behind him for the device, surprisingly within arm’s reach. He drops it into Dan’s hands. “There, crisis averted."
Dan giggles, "I love you so so so much. I’m so glad everyone knows now.”
“Me too. I really am proud, y’know. And I’m so glad I didn’t lose you.”
“Mm,” Dan hums, “For being Little Miss Commitment Issues-”
“-you sure have committed to me.”
Dan grumbles lightheartedly, “Yeah, I’m not going anywhere.”