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"Phiw?" Dan called out from their room.
Phone in hand, Phil was standing around in the hallway waiting for Dan to show off his outfit for the patreon subscribers.
He made a questioning noise, but slipped his phone into his pocket and walked into the bedroom.
Phil stopped right at the entryway, eyes widening when he fully registered what he was seeing.
He knew Dan was getting ready for the video, as that was the whole point of him filming this, but Dan had wanted to keep the full outfit a surprise.
So, when he saw Dan sat on their bed, the black pleaded skirt draped over his pale thighs and stretched tights pressing into his calves, he almost passed out.
"Pretty," was the first thing out of Phil's mouth, said underneath a breath that barely escaped his lungs.
Dan was still bent over, pawing at the falling tights for some reason unknown to Phil.
"Yeah, well, these stupid garters just exploded on me. And I can't," Dan grunted, stilling fiddling with them, "I can't get these stupid things on," he whined.
Like a sailor to a siren, Phil followed the call, drifting through the room until he loomed over Dan.
Dan was still distracted with the clothes, and the closer Phil got, the more he started to notice all the bits and pieces Dan had bought.
The black crop top that revealed the sliver of midriff he could see from here. The criss-cross of the dark fishnet top over it. How it cut his arms into tantalizing little slices, his eyes wanting to consume it all. Chains of silver adorning his neck, a heart at the centre of it.
And when Dan looked up at him with his doe brown eyes, delicate flicked eyeliner and a deep flush across his cheeks, muttering "Can you at least be useful?" Phil was already on his knees.
Dan's thighs were spread in front of him, the flap of dark fabric just long enough to cover his front.
But, before he could ask, Dan drew his attention to his thighs again.
"Can you tie them? I've been trying for fucking ages and nothing's working."
He didn't need to say that again.
Delicate fingers traced over where the leather curved around the meat of Dan's thigh, the silver hearts following Phil there.
He looked up at Dan, fingers still running back and forth, and watched Dan's eyes widen slightly.
Dan drew his hand back from his legs, and as he did so, he accidentally pulled the skirt up just a little higher, hands now holding himself up behind him.
"You look…" Phil swallowed around the words still trapped in his throat, "Pretty. Really pretty, actually…" He licked his lips, "The prettiest girl I've seen."
He did that sometimes with Dan, gentle words and tones like that, and it always seemed to make him blush so beautifully.
Pretty, pretty, pretty.
It was the only word on Phil's mind when he slowly wrapped his hand over one of Dan's thighs, cupped the flesh and squeezed it so he could tie the garter on.
It was a slow process on purpose. Phil wanted to savour every second he could worship his partner.
He noted the way that Dan's breath stuttered when his fingers ran a little to high. How his chest caved when he released them and hitched again when he moved to fix the other thigh.
When he'd gotten to the end, he made eye contact with Dan, the flush seeming to radiate from all corners of his face.
Pretty.
He kissed the silver heart on the other garter, nose pressing into the warm skin above.
Dan gasped and Phil felt the thigh under him quiver, blooming pink and red like the cheeks and bitten lips above him.
He continued just like that, kissing up well traced thighs he knew like the back of his hand.
And every time he did he felt the ground beneath him shake, Dan's muffled moans and jolts getting louder the closer he got.
It was when his nose touched the edge of the fabric, that he felt his own hardening cock twitch.
"Phil," Dan gasped, muscles tightening in anticipation.
Phil pushed his nose higher, letting the fabric pool and fall however it pleased as Dan spread his legs fully apart.
Phil poked the tip of his tongue out, enjoying the taste sweat and skin and Dan like the instruments of his favourite symphony.
They hadn't even done anything yet and it still felt like too much.
Dan chanted Phil's name as he rode up higher, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake.
When nose met the line of Dan's tight briefs, Phil opened his eyes.
They were a simple thing, black like the rest of the outfit. It made sense considering it matched the skirt, but it had something different about it.
Lace.
Lace underwear.
Little loops of threads across the cut of the elastic, the satin reflecting Dan's cock hidden beneath them.
Phil glanced up at Dan, a little embarrassed but defiant. He wanted him to see this. Whether it had been now or after filming, it didn't matter. Dan wanted to share this with him. Phil.
And that thought combined with the image of Dan laid out before him was kind of blowing his mind.
Phil immediately bent back down excitedly to nose the clothed cock, tongue laved to taste the fabric underneath.
Dan twitch violently underneath him, spreading his legs even further apart, the moans falling from cracked open lips.
He knew this wasn't going to last that long based on how worked up the two of them already were, so Phil reached up to pull the fabric down.
Dan's cock sprung forth, red and weeping for all the attention Phil wanted to give it.
He tucked the slippery fabric underneath his balls, but still kept his fingers there to keep it from slipping past him.
Also, he really did like how soft they felt in his fingertips with Dan's warmth clinging to them.
"Pretty," the word puffed between his lips, and that was all he really needed to say.
He swallowed around Dan like he was coming back home, the familiar weight on his tongue and taste of pre cum in his mouth a comforting presence. Mindless motions as he bobbed his head back and forth, fully focused on absorbing all the noises from Dan.
When he moaned, he knew the vibration of it drove Dan crazy, writhing above him every time he did it like it was their first.
His tongue pressed into Dan's slit, and he could feel the clench of thighs around him before he came.
Phil followed right after, swallowing all that Dan would give him and unbothered by the fact that he'd incidentally came into his shorts soon after.
He rested his head against the warmth of Dan's reddened thighs, looking up at him with all the syrupy love he had left to give him.
"Pretty," he said, voice horse, and Dan's flushed and tired smile was enough to make him feel whole.