Phil's POV
I sat with my arm around Dan as he snuggled into my chest, watching the TV.
He shuffled a bit to look up at me, and I looked down into his beautiful hazel eyes, like melted chocolate with scatters of gold.
He blinked, causing his long black eyelashes to crash into each other.
A freckle sat in the crook of his eye on the right side of his face, and I stroke my hand on it.
"You're so pretty." I murmured.
His eyes creased as he giggled, and the gold speckles shined.
Before I knew it, I had my lips on his.
Passionate.
Then it got deeper.
I caught myself sliding my hand up his thigh, and took my hand back, breaking the kiss, apologising.
"No, it's okay. I liked it." With that he came closer to kiss me.
My hand returned to his thigh, sliding slowly upwards.
I felt Dan shiver under me and I smiled into his lips.
"Phil... can we do this?" He asked.
"Okay, but let's go into my bedroom, shall we?" I picked him up in my arms like a bride and carried his out of the room.
I caught myself a Dan Howell.
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A/N: and that's as far as I'm going. This made me extremely uncomfortable but I wanted to show how close they are with each other.