wizardmanor | Floor 2, Room 4

Mmm.

[Phil hums his agreement, rubbing just a bit harder as Day pushes his hips into his hand.

... Day's shirt is still on, the buttons standing in triumphant victory over them both. But there are enough of them undone that it's slipping dangerously off one shoulder, revealing a tempting expanse of collarbone, and Phil finds he can't quite stop himself from leaning in and just letting his teeth graze lightly over the skin there.]

[ By now Day is trying to grind into Phil's palm in earnest, that wet spot only getting wetter and stickier still (and Day shudders at the idea of dirtying Phil's hand like this, which strays into thoughts of Phil's fingers wrapped around him just so). He's pleasantly surprised at the sensation of teeth brushing over his skin, and one hand reaches up to try and hold Phil there, urging him to keep going. ]

Feel like markin' me up too?

[ Oh, that sounds great, actually... ]

[Ah... Phil has to pause, a shiver running through his body when he feels the very physical proof of just how much Day is enjoying this (not that it's all that much of a surprise when he's in much the same state himself). Briefly he debates asking if they can stop to get Day equally naked, but Day's next question leads Phil's mind down another path, and he can't argue this particular detour.]

Can I?

[He'll be the first to admit that he doesn't exactly know how to do what Day did to him. But wouldn't figuring that out be part of the fun?]

Please.

[ That should tell Phil everything he needs to know. Day's forget-me-not heart could sing at the idea of being marked by Phil, because surely that means Phil will want to hold onto him. And Day can believe a little more that Phil will stay, even though Day isn't sure whether he'll be anything more than the morning mist in Phil's life when all is said and done. ]

[The heat in Day's voice is almost tangible, and now it's Phil's turn to exhale in a rush, all of the building tension in his body trying to find some way to escape before it sets him alight with need. Hesitantly he mouths at the soft skin over Day's collarbone, pressing a light kiss there before opening his mouth just enough to suck hard, scraping his teeth over the skin once again to see what sort of sounds he can draw out in the process. He wants to hear Day crying out just the same way he himself had earlier, so full of need that he can no longer hold himself back.

At the same time, the hand rubbing Day stills its motions as Phil slides it up, then back down again, beneath the waistband of Day's underwear this time to remove that final barrier between them. And now Day will be getting exactly what he'd been imagining in the form of Phil's fingers wrapping gently, tentatively around him and giving a slow, wondering stroke, too light to be much more than a tease but all the hotter for it.]

P-Phil...!

[ For his efforts, Phil gets to hear Day cry out his name, heated and breathy. He seems to be trying to hold back his other noises, keeping them from being too loud, but he can't help moaning. He bucks his hips up to try and get more of Phil's touch, needy and almost frustrated at being teased right now. The hand at the back of Phil's head starts moving lower, running a finger down the back of his neck and between Phil's shoulder blades heading down further south. ]

Please, this ain't enough...

[Phil pulls his mouth away with an answering moan, low and shuddering. He got exactly what he wanted from this, only he failed to anticipate just how much it would affect him in turn; it takes him a couple moments of breathing deeply before he can school his shaky voice enough to speak.]

Can we... is there something more--

[Even now, he isn't against the idea of just pulling Day on top of him and letting him do what he'd said he wanted earlier. But if Day still wants to hold off on that front, surely there's something else, some other way to mutually satisfy each other beyond awkward fumbling...]

[ It takes Day a long moment to pull his brain together long enough to come up with words, because he's otherwise too awestrucknby how wonderful Phil looks and sounds like this. A part of him is so tempted to push Phil down and take him, but Day's inner romantic still hasn't lost that battle yet. ]

Sit in my lap. L-let me feel your cock against mine.

[ And they can both find release while Day uses his fingers like he said he wanted to. ]

[Phil's mind comes to such a screeching halt that he swears it must have been audible-- and if that wasn't, then surely the way his heart is thundering is, his mind instantly filled with of thoughts of heat and friction--

There's absolutely no room for hesitation left in him as he withdraws his hand and begins trying to tug Day's underwear down so that they can do exactly as he'd just suggested. The shirt can stay on as far as he's concerned, and as he sits up a bit to better see what he's trying to do with his hands, he catches a glimpse of the darkening mark he'd left on Day's collarbone.

Oh, he likes the sight of that...]

[ Day tries to help Phil get the underwear off, lifting his hips to make it a little easier. He doesn't miss the way Phil's looking at him though, which is probably why he's smiling coyly. ]

You can always give me more.

[ Maybe not right now, but it's an open invitation. ]

[Ah, busted... and yet he somehow finds he doesn't particularly mind, though the red of his cheeks may say otherwise.]

Y-yes. I think I'd like that...

[But right now there's something he'd like even more, and it's with that thought in mind that he helps Day slide that underwear down and...

... ah. He may be staring just a bit now that it isn't hidden beneath the fabric.]

[ Day can also definitely tell Phil is staring, and he imagines Phil is...probably feeling a little self-conscious, considering his size. So he quietly reaches to wrap his fingers around Phil's arousal and give it a light stroke of his own. ]

Don't overthink it.

Mmm--

[Phil actually isn't doing much thinking at all right now, and what few thoughts he did have flee his mind the moment Day wraps his hand around him and strokes. Instinctively his hips buck up into that touch, wanting more, wanting any sort of relief, and the next thing that slips out of his mouth should assure Day that if he has any concerns at the moment, they aren't about that.]

Ah... please--!!

[ Day hums his approval, relishing in how loud Phil is. He lets go, but only for a moment so he can press his arousal against Phil's, shuddering at the contact before he wraps his hand around both of them. ]

Like...like this.

[ And he hopes Phil's hand will join him here, too. ]

[Phil's breath catches in his throat at the contact - hot and hard and oh, he's realizing now that Day isn't the only one who is slick - and he has to hold still for a moment just to brace himself against the flood of sensation when he's already so sensitive and aroused, the ache ratcheting up to an almost fever pitch when Day wraps his hand around them. He understands how this works now, though it takes a moment for his own hand to find its way down to join Day's and encircle them, fingers trembling just slightly from the effort to keep himself still rather than bucking up into that grip to seek more.

There. The intimacy of this is breathtaking, and when he glances up at Day seeking approval of his actions, he can't quite hide the shyness in his expression, wanting to be assured that he's doing this right.]

Edited 2024-07-13 07:13 (UTC)

[ Phil will find that reassurance in the way Day's eyes are half-lidded, gazing at Phil with adoration for him and him only. He squeezes both their cocks against each other with a shiver and leans down to pepper kisses along Phil's collarbone. ]

You're doin' good. [ Praise, and gentle encouragement.

And then his lips move further down Phil's chest, leaving a trail of kisses until he reaches that bud and latches onto it without warning, sucking on it like he said he wanted to earlier. ]

Oh--!

[The noise is half a cry, half a moan, and all complete surprise. Logically, he knows that this can be an erogenous zone for men too. But knowing this logically and suddenly feeling that wet heat teasing such a sensitive area are two very different things, and Day's mouth is setting each and every single one of his nerves alight, the heat snaking its way down to join the ache between his legs (and Day might notice a little bit more of that wetness from his side this time) .

It's all so much. Too much, almost, and Phil doesn't even know what to do with himself other than try to remember how to breathe and lift his free hand (other hand forgotten for the time being) to tangle it in Day's hair and try to hold him there, keep him from moving away so that this incredible feeling won't stop.]

Edited (when you notice stupid mistakes...) 2024-07-14 08:21 (UTC)

[ There's a pleased hum from Day, one that Phil feels against his skin. He runs his tongue over the bud, scrapes his teeth ever so lightly on the skin around it. The hand that was holding the bottle of oil has set it down on the bed somewhere so he can wrap his arm around Phil's shoulders to support him while he continues his ministrations. The one gripping both of them runs a thumb over the head of Phil's arousal, deadset on overwhelming Phil with ecstasy.

He wants Phil to melt in his arms and to keep crying out in that voice. More, more, more. ]

Edited (My typos..) 2024-07-14 16:20 (UTC)

[The hand in Day's hair tightens its grip as another sharp gasp slips out before Phil can stop himself, his breath now coming fast enough to keep pace with his pounding heart. That gentle stroke of Day's thumb sends a jolt through his entire body, pleasure washing over him like a wave, and he finds himself glad that Day had the foresight to effectively hold him up for this, as he's not all that far off from melting just the way Day wants.

He tries to think, tries to remember what he's supposed to be doing during all of this, only thinking is far too difficult when his mind can barely process anything beyond Day's tongue and those teeth scraping his skin in a whisper of sensation that leaves him desperate for more.]

D-Day...

[It's a plea, and yet he isn't even sure what he needs most right now other than "more."]

[ There's a small keen from Day as he feels those fingers tighten, a part of him pleased by how needy Phil sounds. Eventually, he has to release his mouth to breathe, but since he can't exactly pull away, he nuzzles and presses a gentle kiss to Phil's thin chest, his breath warm against the pale skin.

When he gazes up at Phil, he finds himself admiring how flushed and dishevelled Phil is. If he could keep seeing this whenever he wished and hold this rare side of Phil close, then...maybe he would have won Phil's heart over by then, truly. ]

Love you.

[ (Please, let me love you.)

He releases his hand around their lengths to reach for the bottle of oil again. ]

Do you think you can keep holdin' onto me?

[For a brief instant that somehow manages to seem like an eternity, Phil feels as though his heart might stop, his mouth falling open into a silent "O." That Day can still say those words, that he doesn't find Phil disappointing in any way despite how his body is nothing at all to look at... it's almost unbelievable.

But Phil wants so badly to believe in those two simple words and that gentle warmth in Day's eyes that he's sure isn't a lie that his heart almost aches, and somehow even with the haze of pleasure still clouding his mind, the response comes so naturally.]

... I love you too.

[He has to blink away that familiar prickle of tears at the corners of his eyes before nodding.]

I... yes, I think I can. I'll try.

[ It's the look on Phil's face that drives Day to press a soft kiss to his cheek, like he hopes that if he expresses his love enough, Phil will be able to accept it. He rests his head on Phil's shoulders and his arms reach behind, finally pouring that oil to coat his fingers. ]

Might...feel a lil' weird at first.

[ Though Day is certainly hoping it won't stay that way for Phil. One hand is spreading those cheeks so an oil-slicked finger can circle that ring of muscle because even now Day believes in foreplay. ]

Just bear with me, yeah?

M-mmm.

[It's a soft sound of assent, Phil's head leaning instinctively to rest his cheek against Day's hair. He hopes the slight shakiness of his voice doesn't make it sound like he's nervous about this (he is, but he also wants it so very much); at that touch, he has to bite back another gasp because oh, he hadn't expected it to feel quite so sensitive when it's someone else's finger--

Realizing Day might think that he's having second thoughts, he's quick to clarify:]

That's... that's good...

[ There's another pleased hum from Day, basking in the intimacy of their current closeness and how wonderful Phil's reactions are to him. He kisses the mark he left earlier on Phil's shoulder as his finger alternates between circling and lightly prodding the entrance.

It is almost definitely Day teasing him and hoping to bring out more sounds from Phil, but right before it gets too frustrating to bear, he finally presses in until the first knuckle. It's sudden, but then Day waits to see how Phil reacts to this, so he can know what sort of pace to set. ]

[Phil certainly reacts: his breath catches with an audible hitch, muscles clenching reflexively around that finger. While this isn't the first time he's tried this much, Day's finger is larger than his own, and that alone is enough to surprise him.

He takes a few deep breaths, just allowing himself to grow accustomed to the feeling. It... isn't unpleasant at all, though, just strange, but in a way he doesn't dislike. And the thought of having a part of Day inside of him, small as it may be... it sparks a certain pleasure of its own, and Phil lets the hand still encircling them give a gentle stroke to signal that he's all right.]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject