Phil Lester
All my anger dissolves like sugar on my tongue as soon as his lips touch mine. I know I said I would tell him off, but when his hands cup my cheeks I seem to forget about it. He basically told me that he didn't want me seconds ago and now he's kissing me. Initially I told him the same thing, and look at me now, but I can't seem to stop.
My tongue somehow follows his, and his hands are warm against my skin as they move down my chest to my torso and he lifts my shirt. My fingers yet again find his hair, and I pull them lightly making him moan. The sound resonates throughout my body and I pull harder just to hear it again. He pulls my shirt over my head, breaking our kiss but as soon as it is off his lips find mine again. I open my mouth as his tongue gently massages mine, and he places his hands on my hips guiding me backwards towards the couch.
He sits down on the couch removing his mouth from mine, and takes my hands in his. I can feel a blush taking over my cheeks as he guides me to straddle him but somehow I manage not to overthink it and place my knees against his thighs, straddling him while his lips begin to work against my neck.
I let out a small moan when he bites the skin lightly and my fingers find his hair again, as I shamelessly begin to rock my hips against him. The feeling is foreign and Dan grunts pushing his hips forward. His fingers dip into the skin of my hips painfully, and he removes his mouth from my collarbones to catch my lips in a kiss again.
I feel a pressure building up in my lower stomach, and I crave his touch. This is so wrong yet feels so right and all my judgement is a blur as he pulls his shirt off him. His skin is beautifully tanned, a complete contrast to my pale skin and I place my hand against his chest, feeling the hard muscles under my fingertips. My heartbeat quickens as I watch him undo his belt, and my mind is screaming at me to ask him to stop. I just watch nervously, as he peppers kisses along my jaw, too shy to stop him.
Before it's too late, I awkwardly place my hand against his and stop his actions.
"I am not-" I stutter. I haven't done this before, and I don't think I am ready today.
"Oh, um," his cheeks flush and his eyes meet mine. He just looks at me for a good minute, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to my lips, and I sigh with relief.
"Dan," I call when he removes his mouth from mine. I am still straddling him and his hands are now on my thighs as he looks up at me. He looks so divine.
"Yeah?" His voice is raspy and his pupils are still dilated as he stares at me with a smile.
"What are we?" I ask him and his smile falters.
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gangnam style
