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Five: Dan's Control

Dan scratched a trail from Phil's collarbone to his ear with short, blunt nails and Phil felt his dick twitch in the confines of his pants. He sucked a breath in through his teeth, struggling to remember words. Dan simply let out a low hum of amusement and dragged his nails back down Phil's neck – tearing a strangled whimper from the younger boy. He leaned forward even more to whisper hotly in his ear – and fuck, Phil didn't know his ears were sensitive until now, goddamn.

"We're similar Phil, but not by much. I use people, and then I throw them away." Phil felt the artful words trickle through his whole being, arousal from the sinful voice in his ear contrasting with the anger that flared up inside him at what he was actually saying. He wrenched his eyes open (when had he closed them?) and glared at the dark haired male.

"Really?" He felt a cold hand wander up beneath his waistcoat, palming at the skin of his stomach, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. He tried to ignore them, "Because the way I see it, people want you for sex, and then they get it. Surely they're using you?"

A finger scratched delicately beneath the waistband of his boxers, so close, teasing the trembling skin and Phil wondered why he was so turned on by scratching – oh god, am I a pervert? The small twisted grin didn't leave Dan's face for a second – that wasn't the exactly the reaction Phil was aiming for.

Dan laughed quietly, the sound dark and rich and ghosting over Phil's earlobe. He bit his lip and didn't miss how Dan's eyes darted up to it, gaze smouldering.

"Well, what does it really matter – if we both end up getting what we want?" came the rugged reply, coupled with a series of short scratches to the sensitive skin around his pelvis.

Dan brought his lips closer to Phil's ear, hot breath coming out in puffs over the responsive skin. His voice came out in a filthy whisper,

"I bet I can tell what it is that you want, Phil." Oh god, the way the man rolled his r's and hissed his s's should not have been so exciting. Phil felt his stomach burn with arousal and his pants get steadily tighter. Fuck, he felt so hot. His body was just about trembling with need. He managed to gasp out;

"I don't want anything from you." His voice came out in a strained whisper, sounding foreign to his own ears. He had never been so out of control of himself, and while it was terrifying, feeling bare and naked even though he was fully clothed, it was almost...thrilling. Nearly every fiber of his being screamed to just give up, to submit to the older man. After exhausting himself with manipulating other people, the idea of yielding, of giving up control to Dan was almost liberating. Exhilarating. Free.

Dan frowned up at his flushed face and oh God, Phil's body ached for him.

"Come on Phil, and I thought we weren't going to lie to each other. After all, aren't I the only one who doesn't fall for your bullshit?"

His lips twisted back into a smirk and his fingers began to trace maddening swirly patterns beneath his underwear – the touch incinerating his skin. An almost in-audibly soft, desperate moan slipped out from Phil's lips. Dan continued his torture,

"I could bend you over right here, Phil."

Phil gasped at the words, his face flushing even hotter. Fuck, he wanted it. He felt Dan's fingers probing dangerously close to his cock.

"I could take you apart." Dan crooned into his ear.

Phil let his eyes slip shut and tried to concentrate on breathing, taking in ragged breaths through his mouth. He was burning up, his mind was foggy; everything was just Dan, Dan, Dan, Dan-

He suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his jeans pocket – treacherously close to his erection. Phil opened his eyes and felt like a spell had been broken. He pushed Dan away from him like the man was diseased, one hand flying to his phone in his pocket.

Dan didn't even look phased, simply regarding Phil with mild amusement. Phil took his phone out and glanced at the caller ID. Connor.

He turned his glare back to Dan.

"Fuck you." He spat. Dan's lips curled back into a smirk.

"Oh yes, I much prefer you like this."

Phil desperately tried to fight the flush rising up his neck, to fight the yearning for the man's touch that his traitorous body was feeling. He spun around, arranging his top hat and tie, adjusting his erection up into the band of his boxers so it was invisible until it decided to go away of its own accord.

He could feel Dan's interested stare burning into him, and he was seven hundred percent sure Dan was checking out his ass. Phil turned around. He was. The words came out again, laced with venom.

"Fuck you."

And with that, Phil flung the door open and marched out – slipping back into character as he did so.

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Hey guys
So, on the topic of top!Dan, he's totally a bottom irl, but, for the sake of the story,
he has to be a top
Anyway, thanks for reading! New chapter up on Tuesday!
Thanks
    ~Sleepy