"Phil! I'm home!!" Dan calls. As he walks through the door he's met with a familiar sweet aroma that he can't quite put his finger on.
Allowing the scent to lead him Dan heads toward the kitchen, meeting Phil as he bends down to open the oven door and slide in a slightly yellow-tinged pile of muck then reclosing it, and sliding off amazing oven mitts before meeting Dan's gaze.
"Oh, hi Dannyy." He greets, wearing a goofy smile.
"Philly-boy." Dan mocks with a smile, leaning in to plant a kiss on his angel bean's cheek.
"What arre you baking?" Dan asks, wiping a spot of the same yellowish muck from Phil's chin and giggling at his messiness.
"Can't you tell!?" Phil asks rhetorically, "Bread!!"
Dan gasped, almost ashamed that he didn't recognize the smell and simultaneously feeling an adoration for Phil. It was just the other day Dan was talking about how much he loved fresh bread from the bakery he and his mum would visit.
Phil took out a platter covered in different sized and shaped bread. It was obvious Phil had poured alot into baking it all, though the bread was so obviously homemade that it made Dan chuckle slightly to himself.
"What?" Phil pouts.
"Nothing, it's amazing. Like you." They both giggled like schoolgirls for a moment before Dan smirked, "Actually.." his voice drifted as he looked up to Phil through his eyelashes and winked - his lips curling as he picks up a smaller, rock-hard piece of bread he believes is a biscotti.
Mischief flashes through Phil's expression as he shakes his head, reaching for a larger baget. Dan's eyes widen at the size, but he nods - leaning to take the tray out of Phil's hand and place it lightly on the counter.
All the while Phil began to kiss along Dan's shoulder, slowly moving across his shoulder and nipping upon his neck, his heart beat speeding up.
When the tray was out of the way Phil collided their lips together, kissing softly at first - Dan seemingly melting into him like butter - than harder, with the burning passion of a wild animal. "You really bring the lion out of me." he growls, smiling in between frantic kisses.
Dan gasps as Phil cups his already growing member teasingly, before quickly unzipping his skinny jeans and practically yanking them off.
Dan stops him, signaling for a second with his hand while grabbing the baget with his other - before sliding over to the fridge. He pulls out the butter, rubbing and smearing it sexually across the bread before licking it off his fingers - a smile crossing his face at the sight of Phil's growth.
Phil lunges at Dan, he takes the butter and rubs it across Dan's smooth, silky, hairless chest. Then begins to lick it off, moving toward one of Dan's nipples. He licked around it before putting it between its teeth, grinning as it necomes hard in his mouth. Dan places both hands on the counter behind him to steady himself as Phil goes to town, sucking and nipping and then doing the same to the other.
He stops when he realizes Dan is close and turns him to face the counter, exposing his rear. He bites his bottom lip before beginning to ready Dan's pink hole. His licking and nibbling becoming more and more enjoyable as Dan moans. Than gripping the baget and sliding it in slowly.
Dan still cries out in slight burning pain from the warmth, gripping the counter as Phil slides more in until he has good length and his noise exciting Phil. He than begans to move it slowly out waiting for Dan's pleasurable moans before gaining speed until his member is practically throbbing.
He pulls the baget out, dropping it to the floor before attending to a melted Dan who began to pre cum a bit on the counter - hitting the tray of bread. Phil mocks disapproval, and Dan quickly comes up with a way to make it up to him.
He grabs a roll of bread, about the size of his forearm, covered in Dan's googly milk, and shoves it into Phil's mouth. Instructing him to suck it.
Phil complies, moaning as Dan's taste fills his mouth and begins to suck on the bread as if it were Dan who grabs a piece of bread and breaks it in half, moaning, "Still warm." Before seductively rubbing its warmth against Phil's chest, soaking it in the garlic butter ready there.
Phil looks up, meeting Dan's eyes while sucking the bread simultaneously and the two, now fully erect and panting drop it all and attach at the lips.
Dan runs his fingers through Phil's hair, tugging slightly. It triggers Phil, who turns Dan around and throws him toward the counter, bending him over onto a row of warm, soft bread. The feel on Dan's exposed body makes him moan and beg to be Ph-illed - already ready for Phil who slams into him. The room is filled with grunting and moans as Dan is pushed back and forth into the bread until they both finish.
Phil sits on the floor, pulling Dan onto his lap who smiles as they both calm down and cuddle.
"So much for the cute mom story." Dan jokes.
