A/N: So this was a prompt that Pop suggested, and it literally took me 3 days to write. Enjoy!

Summary: Uni!Cockslut!Phil and Dan in lace panties.

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“You took your time.” Phil responds to the sound of timid knocking on his door. After a hesitant pause, the door slowly unlocks and creaks open as a very beautiful-looking, dark-haired boy emerges and steps inside the room. Phil’s already prepared the room nicely, with minimal light and several candles lit all around his shelves and bedside tables, giving off a very warm, romantic glow. He knows he wants to make this one special.

“Sorry.” The boy mumbles, keeping his eyes fixated to the floor as his cheeks begin to burn up, the golden tan turning peony as he edges closer into the room.

Phils eyes travel hungrily down the younger boy as he he swivels round to shut the door behind him, twisting the lock for extra security. Judging by what the next few hours Phil had in mind were going to contain, they’d be needing it.

“Hey.” Phil’s voice suddenly softens as he notices the boy’s nerves in his body language; his eyes flickering around the mess of the room unsurely, his little white teeth nibbling on the pink skin of his lip with the anxiousness he expressed. Phil stands up from the bed, and begins to slowly walk over to the wall where the boy stood near. He places one hand lightly on his shoulder, and guides him a few steps backwards with a gentle push. “Don’t look so nervous.”

Once Phil has him leaning up against the wall, he spends a few minutes simply studying this boy, his azure eyes burning with desire. Will a deep inhalation, he notices how delicious this boy smelt; the richly spicy scent of his freshly applied cologne radiating off him. It suits him, Phil thought to himself, appreciating how he’s probably the nicest smelling guy he’s ever come across. He could happily stay here and breathe in his scent all evening, but he can also tell his manners are already probably a little unsettling by the way the boy tenses up as he presses himself up against him, gazing into his eyes with his own very dark brown ones shining with uncertainty.

Phil’s breathing deepens as he lightly runs his fingertips along the smooth surface of the boy’s dark skin, emmitting a shiver of pleasure from him and watching the goosebumps shimmer across every inch of his body.

“What’s your name, love?” Phil asks in a breathy voice, his lips edging closer to the boy’s neck as his arms travel around his slim waist, in an attempt to press them up closer together.

“D-Daniel…” The boy stammers nervously, trying hard to refrain from getting distracted by Phil’s lips nearly on his neck, his breath washing over the surface of his skin, making him shiver again.

“Daniel…” Phil repeats, his voice low and gravelly. “That’s a beautiful name.”

He continues to let his lips travel upwards from the crook of his neck until they were face-to-face, their noses very nearly touching, before he speaks again.

“Why are you so tense, Daniel?” Phil brushes their noses together. “Don’t you want to do this?”

“No, no!” Daniel quickly protests, his voice outlined with defense. “I want to. It’s just-…” he trails off before saying anything else, as if he was stopping himself from confessing something to Phil.

“It’s what?” Phil prompts, tilting his head up and pressing his lips to Dan’s nose in a soft kiss of reassurance. “What were you about to say?”

“Nothing.” Daniel responds in a quick voice, his shyness supposedly dissolving slightly as one of his arms tries to find its way around Phil’s waist in an attempt to distract Phil from asking anything else. He knows he was stupid to say anything in the first place.

Phil continues to peck his lips against Daniel’s nose, but won’t let the subject go.

“No…” He mutters between kisses. “Tell me.”

Phil’s voice is so intimidatingly dominant that Daniel suddenly becomes frightened of the consequences of not telling him. Although he can’t shake the fear that the consequences of telling him would be worse than the consequences of keeping it to himself.

“I’m-…” He struggles to articulate anything understandable, fighting a battle of trying to choke out the right words with Phil’s lips lingering so close to his own, which although was pleasant, was also painfully distracting. After a couple of seconds, Phil hesitates, and draws his lips back from Daniel’s, feeling the silence begin to devour the lust.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Phil sighs in a whisper of assumption, reading Daniel’s changing expression as he squirms slightly underneath his touch.

“No!” Daniel urgently shakes his head, keeping his expression to the floor in the hope that Phil wouldn’t pick up on the flushed colour of his cheeks.

In contrary to the shy image he gave off, Daniel was being truthful. He’d had sex, with both boys and girls, during his teenage years. He was just a lot less upfront about it than Phil was, obviously. And that wasn’t the reason for his embarrassment.

Phil smirks, bringing his lips back down close to Daniel’s. “I knew you werent.” he confesses in a raspy voice.

Daniel hesitates. “How…?” He manages to exhale the question through the worry consuming his mind.

Phil shrugs, his eyes piercing into Daniel’s as a hand slips round his lower back, pulling them together again. “I just knew. You look like a slut.”

In response to Phil’s remark, Daniel opens his mouth to protest, feeling slightly offended. It wasn’t necessarily true, of course; compared to Phil he was a saint. Phil was the real slut here, as mostly the whole population of the Uni halls knew. He could make Katie Price look like the Virgin Mary.

However he refrained from objecting, as Phil seemed to have dropped the subject of Daniels embarrassment, which he was greatly thankful for. But whichever way this was going to turn, Phil would find out sooner or later. He’d probably be disgusted, knowing him. He’d probably kick Daniel out of his room and shout abuse along the lines of ‘never wanting to see you again!’, and spread his secret across the whole Uni campus. Daniel should’ve seen it coming. He should’ve remembered to change.
But something, a feeling Daniel couldn’t identify, was stopping him from escaping from under Phil and running straight out of that door before he could find out. He could make up an excuse and sneak out to change? Then again, it’s not really in the middle of nearly making out when you suddenly decide that you ‘need the toilet’. And besides; his room’s way on the other side of the campus, and Phil would without a doubt get suspicious if Daniel spent that long ‘using the toilet’.

He’s left with no other option than to just continue with this and hope Phil doesn’t object.

“Stop being so tense…” Phil breathes, using his skilled hands to his advantage and gently beginning to massage Daniel’s muscles into a calmer state. “It’s only me.”

“Sorry…” Daniel breathes out his apology, and really tries to relax. He just needs something, anything, to take his mind off of this. And as he involuntarily gazes at Phil’s lips, it’s as if his mind has been read.
Phil leans in, taking Daniel by surprise as their lips collide. Daniel immediately relaxes into the kiss, although it’s surprisingly sweet and tender, nothing like he thought Phil would’ve kissed like. Phil’s lips work expertly along Daniel’s, gliding delicately against his and letting out a few short sighs in various intervals.

Phil breaks off the kiss first, his eyes settling into Daniel’s. “You’re a little natural.” He grins seductively, catching Daniel off guard. He always thought himself a pretty bad, inexperienced kisser, or so he’d been told by previous girlfriends, so being told he was a natural by Phil, Phil of all people, sent a thrill of adrenaline soaring through his body, and left him with a hidden grin tugging at his lips.

Daniel’s the one who leans in this time, pressing his lips against Phil’s and kissing him with increased passion, overriding the lust. Phil’s hands find their way to Daniel’s thighs, gently lifting one of his legs up to rest on Phil’s hip, before using his strength to his advantage and taking the other leg and wrapping it round his waist, adjusting his weight around his hipbones comfortably so he’s supporting Daniel’s entire body. Carefully, he begins to detach them both from the wall, and while still keeping his lips against Daniel’s in a passionate kiss, carries him over to his unmade bed, pushing him down into the mattress with mild desperation.

Daniel parts his lips, allowing Phil’s tongue slide into his mouth and meet his own as he deepens the kiss, feeling Phil’s hand travelling up to Daniel’s soft, dark head of hair as he rakes his slim, pale fingers through it, massaging his scalp in the process which emitted an unexpected moan of need from the younger boy underneath him.

“You like that?” Phil’s fingerwork on Daniel’s hair intensifies as he nods eagerly in response, letting out little gasps everytime Phil tugs at it slightly. Phil’s lips meet Daniel’s again, as he uses his other hand to slip up his shirt and explore Daniel’s naked torso, the contact of his cold hands against Daniel’s hot skin making a noticeable, and very pleasant contrast. Once his hand is consumed in the underneath of Daniel’s shirt, he tugs at the hem, signalling he wants him to help remove it. Daniel’s hands travel down from Phil’s waist to his shirt, grabbing at the fabric as he pulls it up, stretching his arms out above his head to allow Phil to pull it off over his head. Phil untangles his hand from Daniel’s mess of hair and focuses on shirt removal, tugging the shirt over Daniel’s head while Dan helped to wriggle it off his arms. Once he was shirtless, and the clothing was flicked somewhere around Phil’s bedroom floor, Phil grinds his crotch firmly up against Daniel’s, creating friction so intense and unexpected Daniel can’t help but let out another throaty moan at the contact, feeling slightly embarrassed Phil could manage to turn him on with such little effort.

Phil replies with a moan quietly escaping from his own throat, opening his mouth wider to gain easier access to the taste of Daniel’s mouth, which after the first kiss, he was already pretty much addicted to. Daniel returns the favour with his own tongue, although the worry begins to creep back into his mind. He knows how little time he has left until Phil finds out.

As soon as Daniel feels Phil’s hand graze over his crotch, he lets out a little timid whimper. He knows there’s no going back, now. He’s just going to have to let the inevitable happen, and make the horribly unwise choice to carry on with Phil. He’s almost past caring. He would’ve definitely benefitted more if Phil wasn’t making him so fucking horny, meaning his jeans were beginning to feel terribly restrictive.

Once he had Phil’s shirt removed, which took half the time it took to remove Daniel’s as the moment rapidly heats up, Daniel can’t take resistance anymore. The intense grinding of Phil’s hips pressing against his own made every movement with his jeans still on almost painful to experience, and he needs release.

“I want you.” He whines, his lips working their way down the delicate skin of Phil’s neck before settling his tongue on a sensitive spot. He begins to delicately kiss the sensitive area, adding in small nips occasionally, his teeth grazing around Phil’s neck as he enjoys the little moans of pleasure he can hear from above him. He pleads Phil with a forming lovebite, the sudden purple blotch he leaves on Phil’s neck making a dramatic contrast with the white complexion of his skin. That’ll be a good one to explain. Daniel thinks with a smirk, wondering what Phil was going to do in order to hide it.

Phil finds Daniel’s belt, his hands scrabbling around with the buckle as he desperately tries to unfasten it as quickly and as smoothly as possible. He was usually an expert with belts; he had them off in seconds, but his mind wasn’t usually this clouded over with pleasure and need that was stopping him from doing anything with as much ease as usual. Looks like he really had underestimated Daniel’s abilities.
After several laborious minutes of further struggle, the belt was finally removed and dropped to the floor with a satisfying clank. Before focusing his attention straight back to the boy lying shirtless beneath him, his hair nicely tousled and his lips swollen, only making him look even more astonishingly beautiful, Phil deals with his own belt quickly and discreetly, dropping it to the floor alongside Daniel’s to save them both the bother of having to deal with anything that would take longer than half a minute.
He practically pounces back onto Daniel, unbuttoning his flies with a lot more ease as their bodies collide, rubbing his noticeably hardening crotch with his own and his skilled hand working against the firm denim, the only obstacle between them. Daniel’s breathing deepens, his hips bucking up into Phil’s hand as a plead for more. Phil obliges by letting his hand dip underneath Daniel’s jeans for more sensitive access to his crotch, when his hand strokes across something unfamiliar.

Phil pauses, feeling Daniel freeze in terror beneath him. He continues to stroke along his crotch with curiosity, trying to work out what it was Daniel was actually wearing, because they certainly weren’t boxers. He pecks his forehead in subtle reassurance as he gently pulls his jeans away from his legs, and off onto the floor next to the belts and shirts. Pushed the crumpled duvet aside, Phil peeks down past Daniel’s bare chest, and beyond his tummy, to discover a glimpse of red lace. He glances up inquisitively, watching Daniel’s blush furiously intensify, before glancing back down again.

Daniel is wearing a pair of the most intricately beautiful, red lace panties that Phil has ever seen. His eyes fixate on them as his breathing hitches in his throat, leaving him speechless. He studies the way they contrast with the colour of his tanned skin, the lace frilling out slightly at the hem around his hips and down to the tops of his thighs, and while this wasn’t at all what Phil was expecting, the fact that Daniel suited them better than any other girl possibly could, was undeniable.

“I’m sorry. I knew I shouldn’t ha-” Daniel tries to hide Phil’s discovery by clamping his legs shut, twisting himself round and attempting to wriggle out of Phil’s grasp and off the bed, only to be restricted by the strength of Phil’s arm muscles, restricting his movement.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere.” Phil demands stubbornly, his lips brushing teasingly along Daniel’s. He begins to finger the lace with one hand, the other pinning Daniel back down to the bed. “Why did you never tell me…?”

“I’ve barely known you five minutes!” Daniel justifies fairly, his blush still refusing to fade from his cheeks. “I was going to… change before I came here.” He admits in a small, embarrassed voice, wondering why Phil hadn’t thrown him out yet or at least verbally abused him like his expectations matched up.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.” Phil responds, eagerly learning in for another kiss.

“Wait…” Daniel protests against his lips, his question still unanswered. “Is not weird? To you?” His eyebrows furrow as he tries to make any sense of Phil’s attitude. He’s just found out he has a pantie kink, and yet he’s so… nonchalant about it? Any normal person surely would’ve had Daniel out of the room in a matter of seconds.

Phil shrugs. “Why would it be?”

“Why wouldn’t it be..?” Daniel retorts smartly, his lips pecking Phil’s quickly just because he’s close enough, and he can.

“Daniel, it’s not like you’re the first guy I’ve slept with who’s had a kink. It’s really hot.” He adds encouragingly, his voice rough with need which restores Daniel’s faith in the idea that he hadn’t just completely trashed the moment.

“But surely no-one’s turned up in-…” his eyes flicker back down to his crotch, remembering how uncomfortable the lace was beginning to feel on his erection.

Phil giggles, his tongue escaping through a small gap between his teeth which managed to turn Daniel on even more. “I’ll have to say it’s the first time anyone I’ve slept with has had a kink like this.” He agrees, before suddenly grinding into his crotch with his palm without any warning, enjoying the little yelp of pleasure Daniel gave out with the unexpected touch. “But that makes it even better.”

Before Daniel can say anything else, Phil’s lips are back on his own, kissing him for a few intense seconds before leaving to work his way down Daniel’s perfectly defined jawline, down his neck while giving his collarbones a little nibble of appreciation which sent shudders of ecstasy all through Daniel’s body, down across his chest, and right down his stomach until he stopped, kissing the area between his hipbones and enjoying the way Daniel squirmed with need beneath him.

Phil’s lips brushed along the top of the red lace, his hands straddling Daniel’s hips either side of him in order to steady him. Phil takes the fabric between his teeth, and bites down on it, before slowly dragging it down, wearing Daniel whimper as Phil begins exposing his naked crotch. He continues to drag the panties down using only his teeth, watching Daniel’s changing expression and admiring his completely naked body with lust-filled eyes. He’s so flawless Phil’s mind sighs as he manages to drag the lace fabric all the way down his legs until he reached the very tip of his foot, watching as Daniel eagerly kicks himself free of the panties and lies clothing-less underneath him, feeling rather self-conscious and uncomfortably exposed as he takes into consideration that Phil is still fully clothed from the waist down.

Daniel quickly helps solve this problem by letting one of his hands sneak into the inside of Phil’s jeans, his hand rubbing against the alarming hardness of Phil’s crotch underneath his boxers. Phil is taken by surprise, and his breathing hitches as he lets out a gasp of pleasure at Daniel’s equally skilled hands against his cock. Daniel manages to have his jeans off in less than 10 seconds, quickly leaving his boxes being the only barrier between them. Daniel pulls Phil down closer against him by his waist, grinding up against him with sheer need as his hands explore Phil’s body underneath his underwear, slowly dragging it down with the grip of his fingers as opposed to his teeth. Phil helps him out a little, speeding up the process with the help of his own hands pulling down the boxers and wriggling out of them until there were no boundaries between them, and they were both left completely naked under Phil’s duvet, with nothing but a candlelight to allow them to see what they were actually doing.

“You’re so hot.” Phil mumbles between kisses along Daniel’s shoulderblade, rubbing their erections together before wrapping his hand around Daniel’s firm cock and slowly stroked it up and down. Daniel gasps louder than before, bucking his hips up into Phil’s grip as a demand for more. With his other hand, Phil feels his way over to the bedside table, his hand searching until he found a small, unopened tube. He tugs the wrapping off with his teeth, considering how he probably should’ve prepared it before the moment became this heated. He takes his hand away from Daniel’s cock, causing the boy to whine a little at the loss, and pumped the fruit scented liquid into his hand, rubbing it together to warm it up for him.

Spreading Daniel’s legs and resting them comfortably on his shoulders, Phil soon finds his entrance which he begins teasing with a lubed finger. Daniel bites his lip, turning Phil on even more as he gazes down at the boy beneath him, wathcing his face morph into different reactions to the pleasurable sensation of Phil’s finger entering him. /He looks so beautiful tonight/ Phil’s mind whispered, appreciating Daniel’s pretty features illuminated in a romantically warm, soft light of the candle, flattering his appearance perfectly. Daniel lets out cute little gasps as Phil slowly fits another finger up, distracting him with delicate forehead kisses and curling his fingers to stretch him as much as possible. 

Once he finally manages a third, Phil gradually removes his fingers, watching as Daniel’s expression falls with the sudden loss of Phil’s touch, but is soon distracted as Phil pumps more lubricant into his hand and uses it on his own length, feeling relief wash over him once he’s finally getting some attention where he needs it. He strokes himself a few times, feeling Daniel’s eyes hungrily take in the sight in front of him, and positions himself for ease of access. Phil rests his hands on Daniel’s shoulders while Daniel settles his legs on Phil’s, as he lines himself up with Daniel’s entrance. He can sense Daniel’s nervousness which still lingered beneath the lust, and he reminds himself that taking this slowly would be crucial. Phil didn’t know when the last time Daniel did this was, but he certainly knew he wasn’t up to this as often as Phil was.

“You ready?” He whispers softly, his teeth grazing Daniel’s earlobe.

“Yeah.” Daniel exhales his reply, shuffling around a little and preparing himself.

Phil slowly pushes himself in, listening to the sharp intake of breath from Daniel. He stops halfway to let him adjust, feeling him squeeze tightly on Phil’s shoulders, creating tomorrow’s bruises.

“Okay.” Daniel stutters, biting down hard on his lip as Phil begins to move again. Although Daniel was in a lot of discomfort, he knew he wasn’t in any serious pain. It had just been a while since he’d had this much activity, which was why he ended up buying and wearing the panties in the first place; in order to make himself feel a little bit more sexier than anyone else found him. It was if he was living with his own little secret underneath his jeans, that no-one but him knew about. Until this, that is. He was still in awe that Phil seemed to be so luckily accepting towards it.

Once Phil was all the way in, he gave Daniel time to adjust to the fullness around him. For someone who hadn’t had that much sex in a while, Phil thought Daniel had handled it well. Better than a lot of his sexual partners.

“Y-you can move again if you want…” Daniel whispers, internally amusing Phil with his unconditional politeness. Phil brings his lips back down to Daniel’s shoulders, kissing a distraction into his body as he slowly pulls back out again, feeling Daniel tense up his muscles and clench around him.

“It’s okay.” Phil whispers into his skin as he pauses his movement. “Just try to relax.” He brings a hand up to Daniel’s hair, stroking it calmingly until Daniel had released the tension in his muscles, leaning back into the pillow.

“Sorry.” Daniel apologizes through a sigh as he tries to relax further, wanting to please Phil. He knew Phil already knew about the lack of activity he’d had recently, in addition to his weird kink Phil had discovered, so the least he could do is try his best to give it back to Phil as much as he was giving it to him.

Once Phil had pushed back in, a lot of the pain was replaced by pleasure, causing Daniel to take a deep breath, and give Phil another nod, signalling that he was stretched enough for proper movement. Phil begins to thrust gently into Daniel, trying to settle into a slow rhythm. He wants to take this as carefully and as gently as he can possibly manage, to make it as good enough for Daniel as he could make it. Daniel replies in a little grunt of pleasure, locking his hands behind Phil’s neck as he rocks his hips back and forth into Daniel, feeling the tugging sensation of his hands sneaking up into Phil’s hair, his fingers consumed by the midnight-coloured mess that rested on his head in uneven locks.

“Oh… fuck.” Daniel swore quietly through a sudden moan. He was never particularly quiet in bed, as Phil had probably gathered by now, but no-one had ever made love to him this well before, and he wasn’t used to being this pleasured.

"You like this?” Phil whispers through a moan of his own, enjoying every minute of Daniel’s pleasure like it was his own.

“Yes, I-… oh, shit… Phil, I’m-….” Daniel can barely string an understandable sentence together in a reply on account of being so overwhelmed with how well Phil was treating him, which was a hell of a lot better than anyone else Daniel had slept with. Until Phil, Daniel couldn’t help but feel as if he was being used by his previous partners, and it was only now, with Phil, he felt like he could maybe actually be treated as somebody, and not just as a sex toy with a pretty face.

Picking up the pace of the rhythm slightly, Phil tries to angle himself correctly, thrusting upwards into Daniel’s body repeatedly until he manages to find Daniel’s prostate. Or else that’s what he thinks he’s found judging by the string of moans and curse words Daniel lets out, his breath catching in his throat as he tries to gain better composure through the pleasure coursing through every inch of his body, trying in vain to see through the mess of stars clouding over his vision.

Once he’d come down from his mini high, Daniel immediately clutches at Phil, locking eyes with him as they exchange mutually intense expressions. Phil feeling a sheen of sweat begin to build up on the surface of his skin as Daniel rides into him, giving Phil back what he gave, and sending waves of unexpected pleasure through his body.

"Daniel…” Phil lets out a low groan, closing his eyes and breathing heavily with every movement Daniel makes around him. He grins, loving the way Phil was actually appreciating his small gestures as opposed to simply demanding for more, and after a small moment spent admiring the pure bliss written all over Phil’s face, he pulls him down for a kiss, wanting to feel as close to him as possible. Phil’s tongue entangles with his own as one hand scratches through Phil’s hair, now slightly damp with sweat, as his other digs his nails into Phil’s back, dragging red lines down the previously flawless pale skin.

“F-faster.” He gasps with desperation into Phil’s mouth. Phil obliges to Daniel’s breathy demand, and pauses for half a second before slamming straight into Daniel, hearing the increasingly loud moan erupt from the boy’s chest and another wave of pure ecstasy shimmer through his body.

“FUCK!“ Daniel screams out, grinding his head into the pillow as Phil continuously grazed the head of his cock along the spot which had the ability to completely disable Daniel of any control or composition whatsoever. Phil grabbed onto Daniel’s cock, which by this point was throbbing painfully with the lack of attention it was receiving. He began to stroke him, first slowly, and gradually picking up more and more speed as he watched Daniel’s eyes flutter to the back of his head, engulfed in the pure bliss Phil lost him in. Even in a situation he had absolutely no self-control over anymore, he still managed to look as beautiful as he did stretched out on Phil’s bed before he was doing anything like this to him.

"C-close…” Daniel warns as the familiar, tight feeling in the pit of his stomach begins to appear.

“Me too…” Phil replies, his thighs beginning to tremble with every thrust. He suddenly slammed straight into Daniel without warning, his strokes on his cock speeding up.

“Come for me.“ He whispers hotly into the crook of Daniel’s neck, making the boy whine between sharp intakes of breath, and feeling the uneven shaking of his legs as he drew closer and closer to orgasm. "Please, honey.”

Dan throws back his head, his eyes squeezing shut as he opens his mouth in a silent scream, completely incoherent with an overwhelming amount of pleasure wracking through and completely consuming him. He spills out in strings of white all over his stomach while his entire body descends into a jolted shake as Phil works him through his orgasm.

Within seconds, Phil was releasing his load deep inside Daniel, the same overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation ripping through his own body as his face screwed up in pure ecstasy.

“Fuck…” Phil swears once they’d both come down from their climaxes. He pulls out of Daniel completely, and takes a couple of tissues out of his Kleenex box sitting on his bedside table and handing them to Daniel to clean himself up with. After he had finished, Phil collapses with fatigue beside him, taking the used tissues and discarding them into the convenient wastepaper bin nearby. They lay side-by-side, both totally breathless, staring up at the ceiling, before simultaneously averting their gazes to each-other. Despite both of them being covered in a layer of sweat and sex, Daniel snuggles up closer to Phil, hearing the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took, trying to catch up on the oxygen his lungs had apparently missed.

“That was… unbelievable.” Daniel sighs between deep breaths, unable to stop a smile making its way onto his face as he studies Phil’s similar expression.

Phil grins knowingly, breaking the gaze and diverting it to the crumpled pile of lace that lay strewn out on the floor. With the sight of them along with the memory of what just actually happened, it would’ve been almost enough to make him hard again, if he wasn’t so exhausted. But he knew he wanted this to happen again. With Daniel.

Daniel was also staring at the panties on the floor, and Phil could sense his embarrassment. He tried to erase it as best as he could with a hasty kiss, his lips meeting Daniel’s at a quickened pace before breaking it off and locking the gaze, their noses touching.

“They were so hot.” Phil confesses, overcome with truth.

“You think so…?” Daniel smiles softly, his brown eyes shining with hope that makes Phil’s heart begin to melt.

Phil nods in aggreement. “Definitely. Do you have any more of them?” 
Daniel gulps, wondering whether or not to confess to having an entire drawer full of them. He guesses, judging by Phil’s body language, he’d already picked up on that.

“Promise me something, Daniel.” Phil gazes into Daniel’s eyes.

“What?” Daniel gazes back up into Phil’s sapphire coloured eyes.

“When we do this again, promise me you’ll wear them. Please?”

“Okay. I promise.” Daniel grins gleefully. He barely concentrates on the importance of the promise he just made. It’s pretty obvious he’ll be wearing them anyway; he’s ended up treating them as standard underwear, by now. But He loved the sound of when they do this again, and he’s already sure it won’t be long. Maybe his sex life doesn’t have to be so boring after all.