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-Phil-
Phil feels his shoulders relax, free from the many prying eyes they’ve gathered over the years, his mind falling back into the welcome rhythm of having to be nothing but Dan’s.
Not the respectable son in law, (who’s definitely never regifted the same bottle of wine to those very in laws).
Not ‘Mr Capitalester’ securing brand deals, writing and replying to the constant flow of professional but friendly, approachable but intimidating enough to not be screwed over emails,
not performing his very familiar role of amazingphil, one of the ‘iconic o.gs of youtube’, with millions watching his every move,
Just Dan’s.
And as he meets those ridiculous heart eyes, still somehow as strong as ever even after all these years, after all they’ve been through, Phil lifts his hands. Gently watching his fingertips graze up along Dan’s slightly tanner, slightly more toned, forearms, biceps, upper back and finally dragging down from his shoulders, he presses into Dan’s chest, forcing him back into the 1% glitter wall, his eyes lock back into his lover’s, and presses a deep lustful kiss into the curly haired one’s, ready, wanting, lips.
“You were such a good boy today” Phil murmurs into the kiss, Dan only hums in response, his hands finding Phil's waist, pulling him even closer, fingers intertwined with his belt loops, fidgeting with the ‘borrowed’ belt secured through them, the other hand caresses Phil’s cheekbone, palming resting against his jaw. Phil loves it, the way Dan always instantly reciprocates, always instantly craving for more.
Dan abandons the kiss, and begins trailing wet kisses down Phil’s neck, undoing his shirt buttons as he goes, wordlessly begging to go deeper, licking at Phil's chest, his gingery brown chest hairs tickling at Dan’s tongue, Phil purrs into him, head tilting back, and with that signal to go further, Dan rushes to roll the button up off Phil’s shoulders, and throws it to the ground
He kisses down Phil’s torso until he reaches a belt buckle, he pauses and smirks up at Phil, a soft chuckle escaping his lips before undoing the clasp and taking back what is so desperately his.
Phil just looks down in fondness, hand sinking into brown curls as he feels hands on his waist once more, dragging his jeans and pants down to his ankles in one shift pull.
Dan licks at his tip, then glides a long stripe of warm spit along Phil.
He lets his head tilt back, and tightens his grip through his lover’s fluffy brown curls.
God he loves Dan