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Phil was absently scrolling through his Twitter feed, Dan having gone on some errands. He heard the telltale click of the door unlocking, followed by some rustling, and finally Dan appeared through the door. In one hand he held a bag, and in the other a doughnut. Glaze decorated his cheeks and mouth, and there was even a little spot on his mouth. Phil could hear little hums of pleasure as Dan plowed through the pastry. He drank in another look at his figure from his couch angle, then steeled his gaze on the screen, mumbling a quick "hey".
"Phil?" His name came around a mouthful of dough. There was a pause, and then, "Can you help me put this stuff away?"
"Yeah, sure." Phil pocketed his phone and made his way to the kitchen. The bag rested on the counter, clearly overfilled and spilling its contents on the surface. There were boxes of cookies, bags of miniature doughnuts, a cake, chips, and...many, many maltesers at the very bottom.
"Had to restock our snack supply, what with you stealth-eating all the time," Dan chuckled, licking some stray glaze from the corner of his mouth.
Phil nodded, fighting the urge to comment that it wasn't him who'd been munching lately.
The pair finished putting things away, and Dan suggested they settle on the sofa and watch some anime. Phil, of course, agreed - it would be a perfect time to feast his eyes while Dan broke into the snacks.
The raven-haired leaned in the corner of the couch, Dan opting to nestle in the middle. Snacks piled on his thick lap, he put on an old episode of something they'd already finished. A couple minutes in, Phil, sure Dan was focused on the TV, took his chance. The break was their first real relaxation period, and Dan was taking it to heart, doing everything he normally wouldn't - somehow, that meant eating a metric ton of junk food. However, Phil wasn't complaining. He drank in Dan's rounded face, dimples deeper than ever now. His arms thick and heavy, thunder thighs like dense cookie dough. His chest pooched out and formed two water balloon-like moobs that rested on that heavenly, heavenly belly of his. Pillowy and spherical, it provided a shelf to his chest. It bounced when he laughed, swung when he moved, stretched all his shirts, and provided a tantalizing indent where his deep navel was. And oh, the amount of food it could hold.
Dan opened up another packet of donuts, throwing a side glance at Phil. "What're you doing, burrowed into the corner? We of all people clearly don't have a problem with each other's personal space." He held the circle of dough between his lips and reached out for Phil's hand, gently tugging on the fingers.
Right. They were dating. Also, not on camera.
Phil scooted over, only intending to share a cushion, but Dan reached around him and pulled him snugly against his side. Phil immediately melted into a puddle. He relaxed every muscle against Dan's warm, safe embrace. The curly-haired finished his pastry (as well as the rest of the bag), popping the last one in right as the credits rolled.
He let out a soft burp, laying a hand on the wide expanse of his stomach, puffed up a few centimeters from all the junk food inside. "Ugh, I'm gonna need to sleep this off..." The boy stacked a few pillows under his head, cracking open an eye to look at Phil again.
The other man had a mild blush across his cheeks.
"You comfy?"
"Well...are you?"
"Hurp. Could be better."
"Well, what if I..." He rolled up his lover's black t-shirt, exposing the pale rolls usually hidden away. He trailed his fingers across in hearts shapes and infinity signs, which eventually gave way to caressing its entire surface. He looked up to see Dan's usually expressive eyes closed, peaceful snoring indicating just how good a job Phil had done. He smiled, stilling his hand and feeling the faint burbling of digestion underneath. He snuggled against Dan's side, entwining their fingers and giving his navel a light kiss. The blankets could stay where they were.