wizardmanor | Floor 2, Room 4

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.]

[ Day can't help but arch into Phil's touch, aching for more than that gentle stroke even as he sinks his finger deeper into Phil. He moans quietly against Phil's shoulder and works his finger in and out, gentle but insistent.

Once it seems Phil's gotten used to it, Day adds a second finger, carefully spreading him to press it in. ]

You feel so nice.

[ Better than anything Day's imagination could come up with, now that he's actually feeling it. The way Phil clenches around his fingers makes him look forward to how it'd feel around something more substantial. ]

[Phil's hand tenses just slightly in Day's hair, and he bites his lip in an attempt to stifle the sounds that seem to keep wanting to escape despite his best efforts. But his own imagination is running along the same lines as Day's, envisioning something much larger sliding into him with that same insistent rhythm, and it isn't long before he can't help the soft litany of gasps and near-whimpers that slip out with each thrust of that finger into him.

Day adding the second one rips a sound from his throat that can't be called anything but a moan, loud and shameless and utterly needy, because those two fingers are incredible but still not quite enough even though his back arches from the sheer pleasure of it. He's aware that Day is saying something to him but not what it is, the words lost in the sound of his own uneven breathing.

He wonders if he should be embarrassed by how he's reacting, then decides he doesn't care if it means he gets more of this.]

Edited (words) 2024-07-20 08:19 (UTC)

[ Day shivers at the sounds escaping from Phil. Yes, this is what he wants to hear: Phil's voice dripping in desire and pleasure as his body is reduced to dripping and oozing. He kisses Phil's neck as if to encourage those sounds (please keep giving him this wonderful music), licks a stripe across his throat like an animal in rut.

Maybe that's what he is at his core, considering some of the things he was called when was younger and wilder. But maybe it doesn't matter either if it means Day gets to keep this pretty man as his. ]

Beautiful.

[ He'll keep saying it until Phil can believe he truly thinks that. Though it's likely Phil doesn't get to hear or process it at all, since Day also opts to grind up against Phil's hand still encircled around their cocks, breathing in sharply at the sensation even as his finger tries to press deeper into Phil to find his prostate. ]

This—this is gonna be in you the next time. [ (Even if a part of him thinks he could still slide himself into Phil tonight, he just has to give into that desire.) ] Even fuller and deeper than my fingers.

[Phil isn't far from being a complete mess right now, his breath coming in open-mouthed pants interspersed with quiet cries as Day works that finger further in and his head falling back to allow Day more access to his neck (will he make more marks there? Phil wants to ask for more, but forming sentences requires far more mental capacity than he has left at the moment). Bite him, mark him, claim him, just as long as this doesn't stop...

The sudden friction against his cock pulls his mind out of those thoughts; his own hips give a quick jerk, an instinctive attempt to get more of that, and without even thinking he tightens his grip to enable this... ah, he's an animal too, isn't he? Wanting to be claimed and taken until all other thoughts are driven from his mind, until the only thing he can feel is Day inside him, filling him just as he'd promised (deeper, so much deeper), and for a brief moment he realizes just how easy it would be to reposition himself and let that happen--

-- and then Day's finger brushes something inside him that has him almost seeing stars and he damn near howls, clinging to Day for dear life.]

There-- there, right there--!!

[ Watching Phil unravel into a wanton mess is making Day come undone himself. With a low sound that could be either a groan or even a growl, his mouth is back on Phil's neck; lips and teeth and tongue kissing and sucking and biting a new mark on the pale skin. One that Phil would be able to hide only because he prefers high collars, otherwise the whole world would know someone's staked their claim on him.

Day's hips buck up at how loud Phil is crying out and the way he clings to Day; he practically ruts Phil, rolling his hips and grinding his cock against Phil's to give them both the friction they desperately want, as if to make sure Phil knows that this is what he wants inside of him (hot, thick, throbbing). ]

Phil, Phil...

[ Calling out Phil's name like it's a lifeline because Day's heart is full of affection and desire for this man. But each of Phil's reactions and sounds feeds the starving beast in him too; the one that's spent the last two years in hibernation, that knows he can't stay in people's lives no matter how he wishes so, knows he hasn't been the right one for so many people after spending the night with them, and Phil will probably tell him the same in the morning, apologetic and mortified.

(And another dark thought springs unbidden to his mind: he could just pull his fingers out and slam his cock into Phil, because isn't that what Phil was eager for? He's already ruining and dirtying him, so he could just complete it by ravishing Phil until he can't remember how he ever lived without being pumped hot and full, oozing and dripping. If Day's love won't ever be right enough for someone, then all he has left is sex.)

...He finds himself wanting to kiss Phil tenderly, as though it'll make up for thinking something so awful, and he does so, kissing Phil's neck gently and brushing his lips against Phil's ear. His fingers press harder on that spot that has Phil seeing stars, rubbing it as he keeps grinding their crotches together. Chasing release while trying to bring Phil to that peak.]

Edited (Noticing typos literally hours later,) 2024-07-25 21:05 (UTC)

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