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Dan Howell

Every trace of argument has been forgotten in the bright nine am sun struggling to shine through the blinds, and I push my body closer to Phil's, tucking my head further under his chin and wrapping my arms tighter around his waist. My hands dip under the fabric of his shirt, his skin warm against my fingers and I sigh heavily, forcing my eyes open.

Phil is still sleeping, all his hair pushed back and off his forehead and his eyes shut softly, eyelashes making a point to rest on his high cheekbones. His chest elevates and falls in a gentle rhythm, making my head move along with it, and I stretch as much as I can in his tight grip before rolling on top of him and pressing a few kisses against his cheeks.

"What a pleasant surprise," He mumbles, his voice scratchy and laced with sleep as he brings his arms around my waist, parting his legs so my body can lay more comfortably on his. "Good morning," He opens his eyes, squinting them together for a brief moment so he can adjust to the brightness and then proceeds to make my heart skip a beat with the warmest smile.

"Morning," I mumble, suddenly shy under his blue gaze and burying my face in his shoulder, his fingers travelling up my spine and stopping at the nape of my neck, softly playing with my hair.

"Are we still skipping uni or. . ?" Phil questions and I look at him, before nodding my head.

"Yeah, still taking you out," I smile at him and he giggles, leaning forward to press a small kiss against my nose, immediately making my cheeks flush at the adorable gesture.

"Alright, get off me then, let me call PJ to let him know that I'm skipping," He pushes against my chest to make me get off and I instantly feel the burn of jealousy. I hate that he cares about PJ so much but I can't tell him not to, his entire life doesn't revolve around me like mine does around him.

I can't help the scowl on my face and the drop in my mood as I get off him, and I'm mad that he doesn't acknowledge the change in my mood. I can practically tell what he's feeling by looking at his face but he just fails to give a shit as he reaches for his phone, pressing PJ's contact and putting the device to his ear.

"Hey Peej," He greets him and I roll my eyes, pulling the blanket up my legs and slumping against the headboard. I should really work on my jealousy.

"I just called to tell you that I won't be coming today,"

"No, I'm not sick,"

"Well I've just got some things to do and I don't think we're covering anything important today so I figured it won't be that much of a loss," It annoys me that he doesn't tell PJ he's skipping because he has plans with me.

"Yeah cool, later tonight?" What's that supposed to mean?

"Okay I'll see you, bye, take care," He ends the call finally and I let out an exaggerated sigh that makes Phil divert his attention back to me, his lips turning up into a small smile as he opens his arms for a hug. And of course being the idiot I am, I can't hold any sort of grudges against him, so I make a face and pretend to be hesitant as I cuddle back into his side.

"You look annoyed," He points out, turning to his side to face me and I roll my eyes, looking away. He better make up for what he's done—I mean technically, he hasn't done anything but I still feel jealous and PJ is just an asshole.

"What's wrong?" He asks me, a clueless undertone to his voice. Is it that hard to figure out why I'm mad? I shoot him an annoyed glare and move away from him but he pulls me back in place, rolling on top of me and pressing my body tightly against the mattress.

"What's your problem? Get off me and go flirt with PJ or something," I grumble, pushing against his chest lightly and he grabs my wrists and forces them above my head, the submissive position making my cheeks flush.

"Really?" He tilts his head to the side, and when I try to pull my hands away from his grip he tightens his grip further, pressing his body closer to mine and raising his eyebrows up challengingly.

"You're an asshole," I tell him when I fail to shrug off his grip, and he just smiles at me before leaning in and brushing his lips against mine teasingly.

"You have no reason to be jealous of PJ, you know I'm yours," And then he kisses me softly, slowly, and once I hum in his mouth contently, his fingers leave my wrists, allowing me to bring my hands down and hold him closer. It's not desperate, nor is it aggressive and lustful like it usually is. It's just sweet reassurance that he is mine, and I, well I have always been his since the first time he kissed me—I was just too blind to see it.

"I quite like seeing you jealous though," He says when he removes his mouth from mine and I ignore his statement, chasing his mouth with mine and connecting our lips again, causing him to smile in the kiss and tilting his head to force our mouths closer together.

I don't think I have ever kissed a person as much as I kiss Phil, kissing was just not an important thing to do when I could simply fuck the other person. The slow burn of our relationship makes me realise so many things—like how ridiculously romantic kissing is and how Phil and I can display our feelings just by the way we press our lips together.

"I love kissing you," I say into his mouth and he parts our lips for a moment before looking at me with flushed cheeks.

"I don't know why, I'm not the best kisser and you have certainly kissed a lot of people,"

"You're not a good kisser? Would you care to explain why I'm already hard then," I ignore his comment about me being with other people and press my hips against his, pressing the embarrassing bulge in my boxers against his thigh just to reassure him. I watch as the colour rises higher up his cheeks, and he bites his lip, pressing his thigh between my legs harder causing a gasp to leave my lips.

"You're seriously not doing this," I eye him suspiciously. The last time we were in a compromising position he asked if he could sleep right before he could give me a blowjob.

"Am I not, baby?" He raises his eyebrows at me and I feel the heat in my cheeks at the use of the nickname. It sounds unbelievably hot falling from his lips in his grainy morning voice.

"Phil," My cheeks heat further when an embarrassing whimper leaves my lips and he presses his thigh further against my erection, his lips trailing down my neck gently.

"Tell me what you want," He whispers hotly against the shell of my ear before nibbling on my earlobe, and I let my eyes fall shut as I card my fingers through his hair.

"Want you," I mumble, and I am positive that I lose my breath once his hand reaches between us and he presses his palm teasingly to the front of the pajama pants that I borrowed from him. My hips leave the bed to thrust into his hand and he sucks the skin of my neck between his teeth causing me to moan and grip his hair tighter.

I'm surprised at how desperate he makes me feel, the tiniest of his touch and I'm gone.

"Phil please," He removes his mouth from my neck, and kisses me again, lifting himself off me slightly to push a hand under my shirt. His hands press against my chest gently before he pinches one of my nipples, my back arching and my hips meeting his. He groans in my mouth, pushing his tongue against mine and grinding down against me, and the temperature in the room rises mercilessly as I pull against the hem of Phil's shirt.

"Take it off," I whine in his mouth, pulling at Phil's shirt harshly and he giggles slightly at my desperation, lifting himself off me to pull off his shirt. His hands are quick against my torso, dragging up heavily so my shirt bunches under my armpits as he leans down and places a soft kiss teasingly close to the waistband of my boxers, his mouth travelling up further and closing over one of my nipples.

"Phil, stop teasing," My back arches once again as he bites the flesh gently and his thigh presses roughly into my crotch.

He hasn't even touched me yet but I can already feel the pressure build in my abdomen, the heat coiling tighter as he pushes his hips harshly against mine and his teeth sink into my collarbone. My fingers wind into his soft hair, pulling slightly so that I can kiss him and as soon as he moves his tongue against mine and grabs my lower lip between his teeth—I'm gone.

"Phil," My mouth falls open and I come without warning, pressing my body closer to his as I continue grinding against him. My blunt nails scratch gently against his naked back and he presses wet kisses along my jaw, my eyes squeezing shut as I attempt to come down from my high.

"Fuck," I breathe into Phil's shoulder once I can actually speak and when I look at him, his cheeks are flushed and he gives me a small innocent smile like he wasn't pinning my hands above my head. When he moves his hips slightly to get off me, I feel that he's still hard, so I pull him back on top of me, pressing my lips against his.

"You haven't finished yet?" I mumble into his mouth and he blushes, shaking his head.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it in the shower or someth—" He begins.

"No, I wanna help," I push him off me so I can climb on top of him, dragging my hands along his chest and sucking a mark into the pale skin of his neck.

"Dan," He breathes, tilting his head further and allowing me to press more kisses against the curve of his neck.

"Can I touch you?" I mumble into his skin and he nods fervently, his hips lifting off the bed slightly when I press my hand against the front of his boxers, gripping his length slightly and moving my hand.

"Oh god," He groans and I feel my cheeks heat at the noises he is making. I move my head so I can watch him—his skin has a thin layer of sweat which makes his skin glow and his eyes are shut, small pants leaving his pink lips as he tilts his head back, exposing his adam's apple.

God, he is so fucking hot.

I press my lips against his roughly, still moving my hand as he bucks his hips, and one of his hands move to the back of my head to push our mouths closer together.

"Mm, close," He mumbles in my mouth and a few seconds later he groans loudly before coming in his boxers, my mouth leaving his to press kisses to his cheeks and along his jaw.

"Was that okay?" I ask him after a while and he blushes again, bringing his hand to my cheek and kissing me gently.

"Thank you," He smiles. "Now get off me, I feel gross," He makes a face and I roll my eyes.

"How romantic of you," I place a hand of my chest mockingly and he sticks out his tongue in a childish manner.

"You know it baby,"

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