Work Text:
The city is dying of heat.
The fluorescent lights of the seventh floor flickers in a way that soon will cause Dan a headache. The row of cubicles is starting to look more and more like a nightmare dreamscape, holding him locked and booted in place. It is about 33 degrees outside and even though the office provides a top quality AC, he has successfully sweated through his dress shirt.
Pearls of sweat are continuously rolling down the back of his neck, slowly getting absorbed by the snug collar around his throat. He pulls at it as he sways backwards on the ergonomic stool; feeling trapped and disgustingly sticky.
This morning he had picked out the loosest pair of slacks he owned and skipped underwear. The desired effect has not been achieved since the cheap polyester keeps assaulting his crotch with every tiny jerk of his legs. Dan is trying to keep his thighs as still and as far apart as the stool will possibly allow him; desperately willing himself not to think about the state of what lies beneath the fabric.
Dan’s phone buzzes on the table. The lonely coffee cup standing side by side with his arm almost gets knocked over.
15:27 AmazingPhil:
Hi ;]
15:27 AmazingPhil:
What are you wearing?
15:28 dan:
?
15:28 dan:
work clothes
15:29 AmazingPhil:
Boring >:(
15:30 AmazingPhil:
Take a picture of your cock
Dan’s heart jumps in his chest. A sudden wave of excitement rolls through him like a hot, sweaty heat-wave, all the way out into his swollen tip. It hurts as it twitches against its enclosure.
15:34 dan:
im at work
15:34 Amazingphil:
I know LoL
15:35 AmazingPhil:
Go to the toilet
15:36 dan:
phil
15:36 AmazingPhil:
Just do it ^^ Nom nom! I wanna see!
Dan had already been to the bathroom about eight times since he arrived at the office. It would probably look suspicious of him to go again. But it hurts so goddamn much that it is probably for the best he checks in on himself either way.
Maybe he could blame his many visits on the coffee machine.
He looks gently over his shoulders a few times before he braces his hands on the tabletop and begins the slow, agonizing process of getting up without rubbing against the stiff polyester.
The walk to the men’s bathroom is embarrassingly slow and bow-legged. He quickly locks himself into one of the furthest away stalls. His stomach lurch as he catches his own abject gaze in the mirror.
What the fuck is he even doing?
Slowly he unbuttons his slacks and pulls down the zipper. He takes a deep breath before he starts peeling off the fabric from his sweaty legs. The smell of himself is overwhelming. A sweet, pungent odor that overpowers his cheap Hollister perfume. The gauze that he has wrapped around his cock has slid off slightly; revealing swollen, damaged, hot-pink flesh. He pulls off the gauze slowly and hisses as his half-hard cock springs free.
It is so bad.
The gland is wet and swollen and he is covered in friction burns and a few dewy, angry, red cracks. He pulls out his phone and snaps a photo before he allows himself to think about it for too long.
15:49 AmazingPhil:
Oh
15:49 AmazingPhil:
My poor baby :(
15:50 AmazingPhil:
Looks so bad
15:51 dan:
im so fucking chafed
15:51 dan:
hurts
15:52 AmazingPhil:
Come over and let me care for you ^^
15:52 dan:
i have 2hrs left :(
15:53 AmazingPhil:
Dont care come over now
15:53 dan:
cant just leave :/
The phone turns quiet. Dan fingers nervously on the moist gauze. Could he even put it back on again?
15:56 AmazingPhil:
K. Stay then
15:57 AmazingPhil:
But you are thinking about me right?
Dan makes a small wet sound in his throat. Fingers tapping rapidly against the glass.
15:57 dan:
yes
15:57 dan:
yes god yes
15:58 AmazingPhil:
I bet you are leaking
Dan looks down. His swollen gland is throbbing and leaking yellowish liquid from some of the fresher friction-burns. Three small drops have fallen to the dirty bathroom floor between his shoes.
15:58 dan:
yes
15:59 AmazingPhil:
Im fingering myself ^^
15:59 AmazingPhil:
Been doing it for like an hour ;] Very busy…
A photo arrives in the chat and Dan has to muffle the groan that forces its way out of his mouth.
Phil is sprawled out on the creased sofa. White, silky skin against dark velvet. He is stretched out on his stomach, totally naked except for a pair of mismatched socks - one checkered pink and one green - swaying behind him in the background. His phone is held above him at an angle that shows off his smooth, pale ass, where two of his fingers are currently shoved inside up to the knuckles. Phil’s eyes are slightly glossed over, gazing up through long, thick lashes straight into the camera. The pink, plump tip of his tongue pokes through his lips in a silly yet sultry pout. He looks like a pale, wet dream. The caption reads: ”Miss u :’(”
Dan forces his eyes shut and counts to ten.
He can feel his pulse ring through his eardrums and throb all the way throughout his damaged shaft.
16:02 dan:
fuck
16:02 AmazingPhil:
You will get to do that if you come over ;]
16:02 dan:
phil
16:03 AmazingPhil:
So empty :( Come over and fill me up plz
16:04 dan:
work
16:04 AmazingPhil:
Physically yes
16:05 AmazingPhil:
Spiritually you are balls deep already
Dan allows a tiny sob-laugh to escape his throat. It feels like he is about to cry.
16:05 dan:
it hurts so bad
16:05 AmazingPhil:
Shut the fuck up and come over >:(
Another photo pops up in the chat.
It is a close up shot of Phil’s curved, soft ass. His slick hole is stuffed with yet another of his slim fingers - making it three in total. This time the caption reads: ”Cold and ready >_<”
Dan shudders and braces a hand against the wall of the stall. His cock throbs and twitches uncomfortably; tugging and straining at the cracks of his broken skin with every blood-filled pulse. Some more liquid rolls down his shaft.
16:07 dan:
give me 1h
16:07 AmazingPhil:
Sure <3
Dan rolls up the soaked gauze in some paper towels and throws it away - before he pulls his pants back up and starts the agonizing walk back to his manager to lie about a sudden family emergency.
***
The journey through the furnace-hot city to Phil’s apartment was deemed to be pure agony.
When Dan finally finds himself outside the black wooden door he is drenched from head to toe in sweat, and his crotch is quite literally on fire. The stiff slacks have become unbearable and he yearns to strip out of them as soon as possible. He is a bit worried about the fact that the friction burns probably have worsened due to his hasty walk.
The door is unlocked and quickly he lets himself inside before he seals it shut and locks it up behind him.
Immediately Dan lets out a big breath of air.
The contrast in temperature in Phil’s apartment, compared to the outside world, manages to shock his body to its core. His flesh breaks out in a ripple of goosebumps, and he can feel his nipples harden.
It is freezing.
Phil has bought a rather large AC-unit for his window that is currently blasting on full effect all day and night to keep the apartment comfortable and cold at all times. It is mainly for Dan’s sake. Phil does not really care about the heat. But he does seem to care enough to make sure Dan is comfortable in his overheated flesh-prison whenever he visits.
Dan sways, bow-legged and clammy into the hallway and steps out of his shoes. Even the floorboards feel chilly beneath his soles.
A gentle, but somewhat monotone voice comes from further inside the apartment: ”Took you forever lizard boy.”
Dan hobbles towards the living room. The whole apartment is quite dark. Thick black-out curtains cover most of the windows, working effectively to prevent the sun from coming in and the artificial cold from seeping out.
A fly bumps lazily into one of the curtains trying to find its way back outside.
It feels like a morgue, Dan thinks briefly.
The living room has become quite a mess. Turns out Dan has not been the best influence when it comes to keeping surroundings clean and tidy. An equally large amount of shriveled up plastic bags and human take-out containers are littering the floor and the coffee table. Gaming equipment and various gadgets and cd’s are spread out across the carpet. Disheveled clothing and empty bottles of lube lie everywhere.
”Hi”, Dan croaks.
On the sofa, Phil is sprawled out, exactly like he was in the photos. He is laying comfortably on his stomach, slightly raised by a thick pillow tucked beneath his hips. Three fingers are leisurely working in and out of his ass while his socked feet are swaying slightly back and forth in the air. The TV is on, but he is currently on his phone watching TikToks with a bored expression. The colourful light from the phone reflects in his huge, glossy eyes.
”You smell delicious”, Phil hums without looking up from the clip. ”Are you bleeding?”
Dan whines.
”I think so…?”
Phil seems to hit a spot inside of himself and his toes curl slightly.
”Mh… you should remove those stupid clothes and come join me.”
Dan does not need to be told twice. He buttons down the first four buttons of his dress shirt and hauls himself out of it. Taking off his slacks turns out to be a slower process since he has to remove them from himself while trying not to pull off any more skin or worsen the friction burns.
He hisses as the slacks pull at his torn flesh. His cock throbs, angry and red. He is already hard, and the burns are leaking with clear liquid and small beads of blood.
Phil glances up from the phone and suddenly his head turns towards him abruptly. His eyes dilate massively before they close shut as he greedily inhales a large gulp of air into his lungs.
”Oh… you really are bleeding…”
His tongue darts out of his mouth, almost like he is about to lick the air. He flicks it gently, playing around with the tip, then squeezes it against his fangs before he sucks it back inside his mouth.
”Mhh. Love that.”
Dan can feel his cheeks heat up and bloom with colour. So Phil really is absorbing the air - the smell and taste of his ruined cock.
”Phiw… it hurts… so much”, he whines.
It feels like he has just been a whining, shivering mess all day long. He can feel his thighs shaking in anticipation.
Phil reopens his eyes slowly, and then he returns his focus to the dancing colors of the screen. He licks his lips. The fingers in his ass never stopping their slow, unbothered pace.
”Come cool it off then.”
Dan swallows thickly. Even though it hurts, his cock throbs with excitement at the words. He makes his way over to the edge of the sofa.
The sight of Phil’s fingers shoved deep into his pale ass makes him feel sick in the head. He wants so badly to get inside that slick hole.
”I’m honestly getting bored of my fingers”, Phil says absentmindedly as he continues to swipe through TikToks with his other hand. ”Would like to rest them for a bit.”
Dan climbs up onto the sofa, straddling Phil’s legs without quite sitting down completely. When he does not make any further move, Phil groans a little.
”Yeah? Are you waiting for my permission?”
Dan stares down at his ruined cock and the fact that the ass in front of him is still quite full.
”I- I… I thought, your… your fingers?”
Phil sighs softly.
”Just pull them out.”
A spark flares in Dan’s stomach. Phil really expects him to do everything for him. He clasps his hand around Phil’s wrist and pulls him out from the tight hole. It squelches as they pop out and it seems like Phil must have just applied more lube.
Phil makes a small whine at the loss of fullness.
Dan is quivering with excitement as he lowers himself down, angling himself up to replace the sensation of his lover's fingers. He takes a steady grip off of Phil’s right hip. It is pudgy and cold. The swollen, leaking head bumps against the opening and Dan hisses at the spikes of pain that shoots through him via his shaft. He just needs to get himself inside. Fast. And it will be cold, smooth and feel so, so good.
Everything is going to be okay.
Dan lets his head tilt back. His eyes close shut as he starts to push inside.
Everything is going to be okay.
The tip is so chafed and it stings as it rubs against Phil’s slick rim. But the promising cold that radiates from the hole feels like an amazing breeze against his damaged skin. Phil’s freezing insides are better than treatment - than salves or aloe vera or going to the doctor.
A deep exhale leaves Dan’s lungs as he sinks fully inside: “Ahh…”
If Phil had not allowed him to train himself so well during the past months he is sure he would have ejaculated instantly from the penetration alone. His eyes remain closed as he lets himself indulge in the fantasy of what the cool walls that are embracing him could resemble. The way it is so cold and still. If he does not open his eyes, the hole could belong to anyone.
A groan slips out from him.
Slowly Dan starts rocking his hips back and forth. The friction burns are stinging just enough to hold back the urge to fall over the edge of pleasure straight away. But the cold helps reduce the burning, inflamed feeling that has been bugging him off for the whole day. This is good. He can stay like this.
When Dan has relished in the initial moment of contact for some time he lets his eyes blink open again.
The soft, pale figure of Phil lays relaxed beneath him. He is still browsing TikTok with a casual amount of interest. The screen is flickering, illuminating the room, showing short clips with a wide variety of mindless content at the speed of nothing else in the entire world.
Phil swipes through them unbotheredly, staying on a video for no longer than ten seconds at a time before he swipes to the next one. Chasing the kick of seeing something new and interesting that leaves him floating on a nice dopamine buzz without having to even lift a finger.
A girl destroying wax-covered slime. Swipe.
A dog carrying a stick that is larger than its own body. Swipe.
A guy rating people’s death-penalty meals. Swipe.
Dan continues to rut into him with small, tight jerks. Not really moving out, but staying deep inside, almost to the hilt, and rocking smoothly back and forth - back and forth, back and forth - while the videos keep on playing mindlessly in front of them.
Dan is not really investigated in the content itself, he usually has a hard time concentrating on anything else than Phil’s comfort and the work of staving off his own orgasm as long as he possibly can. This has quickly become one of their favorite things to do together in order to relax. Phil on his stomach or on his back or on his side - and Dan hovering above him, or laying down on him, or spooning him.
Dan has trained a lot at the movement and angle of his thrusts. Besides the urge to just shut his eyes for the rest of the night and dream about breaking into mourges while fucking himself raw in Phil’s tight hole - he has lately gotten very intrigued by the idea of Phil enjoying himself because of his cock.
He has worked up his stamina and strength, concentrating on finding angles, feeling when and where Phil seems to unconsciously jerk or clench a little. He knows that he enjoys laying on top of a pillow whenever he finger-bangs himself open for him, so he knows that the most pleasurable angle must be quite deep. He also knows that Phil enjoys being full and that he likes taking his sweet, unhurried time with his own pleasure. He loves to relax - preferably basking in it for hours on end.
The slow, deep rutting goes on for about 30 minutes until Dan is about to adjust his aching knees on the sofa and notices Phil’s finger stuttering against the screen.
The movement is so small that it is by chance Dan even catches it in the first place.
Dan keeps on rutting. Tight, small, deep circles of his hips all the while keeping his eyes locked in on Phil’s swiping thumb. It feels like his whole world has narrowed down to observe the reactions he can manage to coax out of Phil.
It happens again after only five minutes.
A very tiny, seemingly insignificant movement. Just a small stutter of his finger, a small deviation in Phil’s infinite scrolling pattern. But Dan knows that it bears significant meaning. He is hitting Phil’s prostate, and the enjoyment of it is starting to make itself known in the otherwise languid creature below him.
After yet another ten minutes of tight, slow thrusting - the next stutter of Phil’s finger is accompanied with a soft sigh.
”Mhh…”
It is so tiny - almost inaudible over Dan’s own aroused breathing and the brainrotting sounds of the continuous flow of TikToks rolling by - that it easily could be missed.
But Dan hears it very clearly.
A small, pleased sound. The kind of intimate sigh someone makes when they sink down, unwound and relaxed into a hot tub - or settles down tired and content among soft sofa cushions after a long day or a large meal.
An intense spark of pleasure shoots through Dan’s ruined cock and up along his spinal cord at the realization that he is the root-cause of that sound. That soft, pleased sound. The need to grind himself harder against the spot inside of Phil in order to coax out more of those beautiful noises amplifies greatly. But Dan is determined not to change the pace or the angle of his thrusts. He needs to show Phil that he has trained himself well enough to please him.
The soft, intimate sighs continue to spill out between the heaps of content that are blasting from the tinny speakers of the phone.
A video of a someone unboxing goth clothes from an online clothing store. Swipe.
A pair of young workers installing bathroom flooring. Swipe.
”Mhh…”
A video of two lion males rolling around fighting in the sands.
Phil’s finger stutters and curls and he fails to successfully swipe to the next video, allowing the current one to uselessly replay itself. Another pleased sigh escapes his lips: ”Mhh…”
Dan rocks into him - soft and relaxed. The intimate noises continue to communicate directly to the primal parts of his brain that urges him to rut and grind harder into the inviting tightness, but he has to keep those thoughts at bay. This is about Phil, and he wants it slow.
The steady pace of Phil’s doom scrolling is slowly becoming more and more interrupted by his increasing lack of attention to the screen. Dan notices that the time between the swipes has started to increase noticeably, and after some more time Phil starts to repeatedly fail at swiping on more and more videos - sometimes even letting videos replay or play all the way through even though they are longer than 10 seconds.
Just when Dan is about to steady his grip around Phil’s hip he can hear the beginning of another incoming sigh develop into a soft moan as it leaves his throat.
”Ahh…”
It comes out sounding sweet and weak. Like Phil.
”Oh…”, he breathes out then, sounding both surprised and somewhat charmed by his own reaction and noise. ”Oh… when did you get so good at this?”
Dan’s mouth falls open. He feels shocked and dumbfounded by what Phil is asking.
”Huh…?”
“When did you get so fucking good at hitting my prostate?”
Dan’s vision almost blacks out at the acknowledgment of his own devotion. He has really been pleasuring Phil for this whole session, it was not just his sex-induced imagination playing tricks on him. Immense excitement swells inside of him and he almost loses the rhythm of his thrusts in the process of taking it all in.
”I- I… I don’t know, I just felt sometimes… that you clench and I thought that maybe-”, he rambles, ”- it felt good for you- and I wanted to-”
”Shh…”, Phil hushes him. ”That’s perfect. Just keep doing that.”
Dan whines a little and his stomach knots itself in response to the praise. The feeling searches its way to his balls, that already feels impossibly tight, and his cock throbs weakly. He is so sore, but the constant grinding has worked his length into a state of numbness that will allow him to keep on going for at least another hour or so if he is lucky.
The steady pace continues and Dan is successful in coaxing out a few more of Phil's soft sighs and sweet moans over the course of the next half hour.
The TikTok-scrolling is almost completely forgotten and at last the phone seems too heavy for Phil to hold onto and it slips out of his hand and falls down into the crack in the sofa.
Phil’s hand twitches uselessly, like he is evaluating the effort of retrieving it before he ultimately gives up and allows his hand to fall down to rest next to his head. Then the muscles in his neck and shoulders give in completely and he lets himself rest more flatly against the sofa cushion. All tension in his body evaporates as he allows himself to sink into the sofa and just as that - another content moan leaves him.
”Ahh…”
Dan’s stomach swoops. Suddenly he has been rewarded with the full attention of Phil Lester’s body and brain. He is fully turned in with the smooth, repetitive rocking motion of Dan’s needy thrusts. Responding beautifully to the pressure he is granting him.
It feels like he should do something to show his appreciation so Dan smoothes a hand along Phil’s soft hip and fat ass. He tilts his head back and continues grinding incessantly against the wonderful spot deep inside, just as Phil wants him to.
”Ahh…”
Even though Dan would easily prefer his hook-ups to be unnaturally quiet - the sweet noises of Phil Lester are causing something inside of him to contract and tingle with newfound intensity. It feels pleasurable and Dan thinks silently to himself that he actually really enjoys it.
Suddenly Phil does something that he rarely ever engages himself in. He rolls his hips - with a tiny, seemingly instinctive movement - upwards to meet one of the many thrusts rocking into him. It is so tiny and nondescript in its nature that it is almost imperceptible. But Dan catches up on it immediately.
”Ahh… I think- I think I am going to come”, Phil declares into the cushion.
Dan almost loses his balance and topples over where he is hovering above Phil’s starfish-form. Is he really about to grant Phil the euphoric pleasure of an orgasm; just by fucking hinself raw into his passive hole?
Dan’s mind swims with such a large flood of aroused excitement that he has to squeeze his eyes shut and concentrate. Concentrate. Concentrate. Concentrate. The thought moves like a mantra through his brain. He cannot come now, that would ruin all the work he has put into staying in place for so long.
But when Dan is wrapped up in comfortable darkness with a hand placed on top of cold flesh - he immediately starts fantasizing about how the body he is fucking into could belong to something truly lifeless. Something dead and still. Something he can force himself onto and rut and fuck and come inside of without asking for permission or looking for clues and signs of consent. As a result a violent shiver runs up his spine. The muscles in his lower abdomen contract forcefully, and quickly Dan forces his eyes back open again. He sees Phil beneath him, slow and lazy but still somewhat alive. His fingers are curling into the sofa-cushion. Dan somehow succeeds in staving off his climax just in time.
”Ahh… fuck”, Phil moans again.
The throbbing, aching feeling of his swelled and damaged cock has long since faded and morphed into a numb, static void. But Dan thinks that he can still notice the walls around him contract and quiver slightly. Phil is clenching around him. Soft and needy.
Phil groans a little below him and manages to roll his hips weakly towards him again, forcing Dan a tiny bit further inside until he drops down onto the pillow again.
”Aggh…”
Dan keeps going steadily, never changing anything. Back and forth, back and forth. With the same lazy pace that he has held for over an hour now. This is the only thing that he can hopefully succeed with in life.
After a few more intimate, pleased sounds and tiny jerks of his hips Phil’s thighs start shaking slightly.
”Ahh… gonna come”, he sighs weakly into the cushion.
Phil’s body convulses in a delicate shiver and he buries a deep moan into the cushion beneath him as he goes. He ruts languidly - once, twice, thrice - into the thick pillow beneath his hips as he rides on the wave of pleasure.
The moment Dan realizes what is happening he comes instantly.
He groans low in the back of his throat as he watches the pale, lethargic creature use himself onto his cock, feeling like a warm, eager puppy-dildo that has fucked itself into a leaking pulp without even getting anything else in return but a nice, cold hole to use for his necrophilic fantasies.
Dan milks himself forcefully into the soft, pale ass and the sheer thought about how much worse the friction burns are going to be after all these extensive hours of rutting makes him wail loudly and jerk violently with his hips. He wants to ruin himself if it means he can reward Phil with pleasure and still get to stay inside his cold hole as much as possible.
”Oh… mmh… you actually did it…”, Phil sighs deeply into the fabric beneath him. ”Mmh… so good to me. Mmh… eager puppy.”
Hot tears start welling up in the corners of Dan’s eyes and he topples over Phil’s back with a loud sob. His body swirls with dark emotion.
Phil’s ass feels squishy and comfortable against his lower stomach. He can feel himself throb weakly where he is still buried into the wetness of his own come. Soon the chafed skin will start to burn again - but he can at least relish in the comfortable numbness for now.
”Phiw…”, he sobs.
He can feel Phil stretch out his long legs - the limbs quivering a little - while he grinds down against the pillow two more times in tiny stuttering jerks. Probably basking in the afterglow of his own orgasm.
”Mhh…”, Phil sighs again. ”… feels good.”
Dan whimpers and allows teardrops to roll down onto Phil’s freckled back where his face is resting. It feels good for him too.
Phil eventually picks up his phone from the crack in the sofa and continues his doomscrolling. The TV that Dan has just noticed is still on, fades out in the background, turning into background noise once again.
The AC whirls and the fly has still not found its way out of the prison of thick dark-out curtains in Phil’s living room. It bumps stupidly into the fabric - again and again and again and again. It does not seem to understand that it is hurting itself and its wings in the process.
Dan is sobbing.
He can not feel anything in his cock. But he is certain that the pain will be worse when it resurfaces this time around. He has just spent hours dedicating the ruins of himself to a body - just to watch it come apart in slow, sweet increments around him.
And it has all been worth it.
Dan finds it harder and harder to keep his eyes open, and soon he feels himself fall into a deep, dark sleep while still shoved into Phil’s body. Feeling exhausted all the way to his bones, sated and utterly, perfectly happy.