Genre: Smut

Words: 722

(if you read my blog you may have already read this//and the next chap

I was severely pissed off. We'd just gotten back from Japan and Dan has done nothing to help unpack or clean up, it isn't just him who wants to curl up and miss Tokyo.

"Dan, give me hand unpacking please? " I asked, out of breath.

"Urgh Phil I'm in my browsing position, I'll help later." He muttered.

"You're gonna pay Dan I swear to god." I breathed out. Once I had finished unpacking in the bedroom, I went and sat next to Dan in fake anger. I know how he's going to pay.

"Say you're sorry." I mumbled, looking into Dan's hazel eyes. He looked so confused bless him.

"What..?" He questioned. To answer him, I moved his laptop away and straddled him, pinning his slim wrists down. I lent down and whispered to Dan in a husky voice.

"I said, say you're sorry for making me do all the work." Dan, now catching onto whats going on, shook his head as a sign of disobedience. With a smirk, I ordered him to follow me into the bedroom.

"Once we arrived I shoved him against the wall and he let out a short gasp as his back made contact with it. Instantly I grabbed hair and pulled him into a passionate kiss, he whimpered pathetically, guess I'm not going fast enough for my little slut.

"On the bed, on your back." I commanded sternly, I watched Dan rush to the bed, pulling his t shirt off in the process. I could clearly see his erection through his jeans and yes, this would indeed be fun if he's already this desperate.

Quickly, I removed my shirt and jeans, leaving me in my tight black boxers, Dan's favorites. On my way to the bed I picked up the lube and threw it on the mattress next to Dan's head.

"mhm Phil hurry up.." Dan moaned to me as I spread his legs after removing his boxers and sinfully tight jeans.

"Who?" I asked, all the blood rushing to my dick.

"D-daddy, please." There it was. We didn't usually do stuff like this but when we did, we thoroughly enjoyed it. I popped open the bottle of lube and covered my slim fingers with it, Dan wouldn't need much stretching, we did fuck last night in our hotel. Slowly, I circled his rim before pressing one finger in, then a second as he was still pretty stretched. By the time i was thrusting three fingers in and out, Dan was whimpering for more, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

I quickly removed my boxers and got between Dans spread thighs. I lathered my dick with the remaining lube on my hand, and teased his entrance with my tip.

"I swear to god if-AHHH" Dan was cut off as I thrusted into him without warning, when he nodded his head I started picking up speed.

"What was that you were saying?" I asked rhetorically. He was panting and there was a stray bead of sweat running down his neck. Dan makes a lot of noise during sex, but doesn't actually speak much.

After a few minutes of grunting and hard thrusting, we were both getting close. I could tell Dan was just about to cum, so I pulled out, just leaving the tip inside him.

"Move! What the fuck?!" Dan exclaimed while trying to move down the bed so I'd be back inside of him.

"Say you're sorry." I demanded.

"Really?!" Dan asked, oh, he thought I was joking around? I pulled his hair so his head was tilted right back and whispered right in his ear.

"Apologise, or I will not let you cum." I stated sternly. Dan looked shocked, and extremely desperate.

"I'm sorry okay? Just please let me cum Phil?" He whined. That would do. I know how stubborn Dan is. I thrusted back in and sighed at the hot pleasure making my body shudder, Dan almost sobbed in relief.

"C-cumming-" Dan stuttered, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he thrusted his hips uncontrollably and came over himself and I. I came just after, in pure bliss, when I felt Dan clenching around me.

After we'd both got our breath back, I heard Dan muttering.

"I think I might let you do all the laundry tomorrow too, without help."