"Phil, can I touch you?" Dan breathed, grinding against him as Phil kissed down Dan's neck, rudely interrupted by the collar of his shirt,
"Only if I can take your shirt off…" Phil almost panted and Dan nodded, immediately feeling Phil's fingers fumbling with the hem of his shirt before lifting it up over his head, revealing his seemingly hairless torso. Phil ran his hands down Dan's bare chest, sucking in a sudden breath as he felt more pressure on his crotch, causing his cock to throb harder beneath his jeans,
"You like that?" Dan breathed against Phil's ear, palming him almost expertly over his denim constriction. Phil nodded near desperately, pulling Dan closer to him to kiss him again, feeling his barely chapped lips against his own smooth ones,
"Dan…" Phil shuddered as Dan slid his hand down the front of his pants,
"Is this okay?" Dan whispered, stopping it all for a moment.
"It would probably be a little easier if," Phil replied, reaching down to unbutton and unzip his jeans, "You could get more than three-quarters of four of your fingers in," he gave a short, breathy giggle.
"You're so perfect," Dan whispered to him as he snaked his hand properly down into Phil's pants, properly feeling the shape, size and the throbbing of his cock through the very thin material of his underwear, "Do you feel okay?"
"Yeah," Phil smiled up at him, kissing his cheek and kissing it again when Dan's dimple appeared after a smile of his own emerged on his face, "I like that you're asking me that,"
"You're very important to me," he responded, his fingers stroking Phil over his underwear, "Can I take these off?" Dan gestured to Phil's jeans. He nodded in return and Dan pulled his hand from Phil's pants before lifting Phil's body gently to pull them off, taking a moment to get them off from around his ankles before crawling half-way up Phil's body and stopping to admire Phil's hard-on through the grey underwear hiding his privates. His eyes flicked up to meet Phil's as his fingers toyed with the waistband, Phil nodded again, giving Dan permission to continue with whatever it was he had in store.

Phil felt his underwear slide down to his upper-mid-thigh, and moments later, only what he could assume was the warmth of Dan's breath over his twitching member.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, his lips ghosting over the head of Phil's cock before he slowly enveloped the tip. Phil let out a shaky moan as Dan slowly invited more and more of his long cock into his mouth, pressing his tongue against the sensitive underside as he began to bob up and down. Phil let quiet moans and whimpers as Dan continued to use his mouth to pleasure him as best he could, and Phil had to admit that it was possibly the best feeling he had ever experienced. Dan, too, let out a deep moan as he sucked Phil harder, sending vibrations through his extremely well stimulated cock, causing Phil to let out a short gasp. The wet sounds of suction from Dan's mouth over his member, the sheer sight of Dan sucking his dick as though it were supplying him life, the feeling of Dan's lips, his tongue, the occasional light grazing of his teeth, the vibrations whenever he made a sound, all sending his senses into overdrive.
"Oh- oh… Dan…" Phil tried to keep his voice steady, but it was completely impossible, "Dan, I'm really… I'm really c-close…"
Dan pulled himself off of Phil just long enough to smile up at him,
"Good," he smirked, "I want you too," and he immediately went back to work on Phil. Within a minute, Phil felt the build-up of heat and pressure release into Dan's eagerly awaiting mouth, watching as Dan continued to swallow around him throughout his intense orgasm.

"Oh, god…" Phil breathed, "Oh my god, Dan…"
"Good or bad 'oh my god'?" Dan smirked crawling his way up Phil's spent body,
"So good," he laughed, kissing Dan and tasting himself on his lips, "Would you like me to return the favour?"
"Not now," Dan kissed him again, "Later, maybe," he laughed, "But for now, all I want to do is cuddle with you, and feel you, and give you lots of attention."
Phil slid himself into Dan's arms after quickly pulling up his underwear, Dan pulled the cool duvet over their bodies and slid his hands under Phil's shirt, lifting it up above his head and tugging it off. Phil moved his hands down to just under Dan's hips where he pants were sitting, undoing them and looking back up at Dan,
"Is it okay to take these off? I want to feel all of you against me..." Phil asked, sounding very nervous about doing so.
"Um…" Dan hesitated, "Yes, if…"
"If what?"
"If you don't look at them…" he whispered, anxious that Phil would see the scars from his cigarettes and over methods of self-harm. This was an area, and another form, that Phil didn't know about, and the last thing he wanted was to make him uncomfortable or cause him to worry even more.
"Okay," Phil nodded, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I am," Dan smiled, "Just a weird personal thing,"
"Okay," Phil nodded, proceeding to remove the bottom half of his clothing, minus his navy blue boxers. "Dan?"
"Phil?"
"Daniel?"
"Philip?"
"Daniella?"
"Philippa?"
"Everything is going to be okay," Phil whispered, pressing his forehead against Dan's, "I know why you don't want me to see your legs. It's okay. You'll get better, I see improvements every day in one aspect or another."
"Not really…" Dan rejected Phil's support, but Phil wasn't having any of it,
"You're going to more classes, you're going out to unsavoury places less, you're not hanging out with people that will influence you further… You're improving, and I'm proud of you."
"You're amazing too. You're so amazing that it scares me… also, you have a really, really nice dick," Dan laughed, kissing Phil gently and entwining their limbs as they got comfortable, cuddling one another, feeling the other's skin warming their own and reminding them that they were safe.