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“RIght. One down, one to go,” Dan says after he is certain the livestream is shut off.
“Alright. I’m going to the kitchen to get us fresh drinks. Actually, you can come with me to help,” Phil says. Dan notices a slight annoyance in his voice but he thinks he knows its origin and it doesn’t bother him too much. Still, he’d rather avoid confrontation until the patreon livestream is also over.
So he says, “no, I’ll stay here, you go get the drinks.”
“Kitchen. Now.” Phil grits out and Dan perks up. His partner is really pissed, so he better listen.
Phil leads the way, carrying the champagne glasses. Dan follows him, feeling a bit dejected. Do they really have to do this now?
“What the fuck was that?” Phil says, voice furious, slamming the glasses down on the counter so hard it’s a miracle they don’t shatter.
“What was what?” Dan blinks up at him with as much innocence as he can muster. Looking up at Phil is not an easy feat, seeing as they are basically the same height, but Dan manages to make himself smaller. Someone cute, not someone to be angry at.
“You can’t just talk about Radio 1 drama like we didn’t sign an NDA!”
“What are you going to do about it?”
Phil steps close to Dan, into his space, their faces almost pressed together. He exudes a terrifying but extremely attractive energy. Without warning, Phil grabs his ass roughly and oh. Now Dan sees what Phil is intending to do about him being a brat. This is way more fun than arguing.
“Turn around,” Phil says, “and bend over the counter.”
“Phil, I really don’t think now is the time to - “
“Shut up. We have ten minutes.”
“Well, it’s probably like eight minutes now - ow!” Dan yelps when the first blow strikes his ass. The thin material of his shorts does nothing to soften the impact.
Phil spanks him again, and again. It is very effective in shutting Dan up, except for the little moans that escape his lips at being so roughly handled. His cock is getting rock-hard very quickly.
“Not so bratty now, are you?” Phil grunts, “you little painslut, you love this, huh?”
Dan whimpers at that. He does love it, loves Phil’s hand coming down on his ass again and again, loves being held in place and made to take the punishment, loves to hear Phil’s breathing getting heavier, both from the exertion of spanking and from arousal. And he can feel his arousal too, Phil rubbing his erection against Dan’s ass in between hits.
Suddenly, Phil lets go of him. “On your knees,” he says, and Dan just can’t resist being a brat again. He sinks to his knees, still facing the counter.
Phil doesn’t seem to think this worthy of commenting on, he just grabs Dan’s shoulders and spins him around, the kitchen floor rough against his exposed knees.
He takes his cock out of his pants, slapping Dan’s cheek with it. Dan looks up at him with an expression that is absolutely to devour, but doesn’t make a move.
“Suck my cock,” Phil commands.
Dan hesitates. “But people will see - “ he whines.
“See what? Your little fucked-red lips? The hazy expression you get becaus you love my cock so much? Cum on your precious little flower crown? I don’t care, Dan. Everyone knows we’re together now, they might as well see who’s in charge.”
Dan still doesn’t seem convinced, but he doesn’t have it in him to disobeye any more commands today, so he begins playing with Phil’s cock, licks a stripe from the base to the tip, presses a few open-mouthed kisses along its length.
Then, finally, he takes it in his mouth, swallowing around the tip and swirling his tongue. Phil groans in satisfaction. After so many years, Dan is used to Phil’s generous size, but he remembers the beginning, what a struggle it was to swallow around him without choking, without his teeth getting in the way.
Phil gets his hands in Dan’s hair, pulling on the flower crown he is still wearing. “Fuck, the things you do to me, wearing this fucking crown, this little outfit. My bunny.”
Dan’s efforts intensify, and Phil thrusts forward in his mouth, almost making Dan sputter. But he doesn’t pull off, just takes Phil deeper and uses his hands to stimulate the parts of his shaft he can’t fit into his mouth.
Phil is still rambling on about how cute Dan looks, about how he is a brat. “You knew your little rant about Radio 1 would get me riled up, didn’t you? You were begging for this all along. Fuck, just want a cock in your mouth, want me to punish you.”
His hands are still in Dan’s hair, pulling at it, pushing Dan to take his cock deeper. Phil’s fingers find the flower crown and he pulls, essentially ripping the thing in half. He facefucks Dan roughly, no longer paying attention to his boy’s comfort.
Dan moans, and the sound sends delicious vibrations up Phil’s cock. That, combined with the view of his Dan with teary eyes and a mouth full of his cock, is enough to bring Phil over the edge. He pulls out of Dan’s mouth, jerks himself off a few quick times and cums all over Dan’s face.
Instinctively, Dan licks the parts of his face he can reach with his tongue, a dazed and satisfied expression on his face.
“Go clean up,” Phil says, and, after another critical look at Dan, “and change your flower crown. This one is broken.”
“Wait, what about me?” Dan says in a small voice. He is used to not getting to cum right away, but not usually when he has to entertain thousands of people live.
Phil is already on his way back to the gaming room. “Well, you’ll just have to stay seated for this next stream so no one can see how hard and desperate you are,” Phil replies cheerfully.