It was late by the time they got to the fancy hotel room, almost midnight, but tired as they were, neither man had any intention of sleeping yet. Dan's lips moved to Phil's neck and the electricity from the sweet touch was enough to jolt them both to full attention. They stumbled over each other through the door, and Phil kicked t shut behind them before Dan gently pressed him up against it.
"Dan…" he moaned, tilting his head back to give his husband better access as he started to move his lips a bit more hungrily. He fumbled blindly with Dan's bow tie and the buttons of his shirt. Dan bit down at his Adam's apple and Phil had to stop with the shirt, gripping the expensive fabric instead.
"You love my mouth on you, don't you, baby?" Dan smirked, licking a stripe back up to his jawline and nibbling there. He started to multitask, sucking down his husband's neck again as he undid Phil's bow tie, tossing it aside and going for the first few buttons of his shirt. He got two unhooked and pushed the fabric aside so he could bite down gently at the junction between Phil's neck and his goddamn shoulders, one side and then staying on the other.
Both men were feeling butterflies in their stomachs. They hadn't had sex since before they'd left for Christmas in 2013. Dan had playfully called them virgins again, but he was honestly fucking nervous. He'd asked Phil maybe every night if he was sure that he wanted this –"we can wait as long as you need, baby. If you're not comfortable, we'll wait." He still wasn't sure if Phil had agreed because he really wanted to make love to his husband or just to please him, but Dan knew Phil's good moans from his bad ones.
"Dan, let's-" He gasped quietly as Dan continued to unbutton his shirt, splaying his hands against the pale skin. "Let's take this to the bed, yeah? It looks so nice… just begging to be broken…"
Dan smirked against his husband's skin and leaned back up to kiss his lips sweetly. "Lead the way."
Phil smiled and took Dan's hand, lacing their fingers together and pulling him toward the fancy hotel bed. He sat down on the edge, wrapping his arms loosely around Dan's waist and kissing his stomach through the shirt. "You know, I specifically told them not to put all these decorative pillows on our bed; everything but the sheets are just gonna end up on the floor, anyway." He bounced slightly, testing the bed itself. "It's soft, though. I think it'll do… just fine." He rested his chin in the dip of Dan's ribcage, staring up at him fondly.
Dan bit his lip as he watched Phil bounce on the mattress, imagining him doing so on something quite different. He stroked a hand through his husband's hair, smiling down at him. "Okay, lover boy; move up or over or anywhere that'll let me lay down with you."
Phil fixed his hair, moving back on the bed and lying down. Dan was removing his belt and shoes, and his breath caught in his throat when he turned back to find the other Mr. Howell-Lester spread out on the bed, a black halo around his head on the pillow with some mussed into his eyes, shirt hanging open to reveal the entirety of his pale torso. Phil was staring over at him, love with a hint of lust evident on his beautiful face.
Dan knew that look well even after almost two years: Phil was offering himself up to Dan, relinquishing control as he had all the trust in the world in him.
Dan smiled and moved back toward the bed, slowly kneeling on the mattress. "I know I asked you to move over so I could lie next to you, but…" He carefully lowered himself on top of his husband, knees on either side of his thighs, propped up on his elbows and forearms beside his head. "I think I like this much better."
He attached their lips and they kissed for a long moment before Dan started to move his mouth further down, nipping at the broad shoulders and trailing kisses down his chest. He glanced over the old scars, shaking his head. "You're so beautiful, baby." He kissed his stomach. "You've always been so beautiful."
Phil smiled and ran his fingers through the dark brown hair. "If I'm beautiful, you're breathtaking." He wouldn't tell him how the closer Dan got to the edge of his trousers, the more nervous Phil was growing. But something else was growing, too, and he was more than willing to let his husband know about that. "I want you so badly, Dan…" he moaned, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
Dan smiled against the skin just above his naval, feeling the straining bulge in Phil's pants against his collarbones. "I can tell," he grinned, moving back up his body. He kissed all his favorites bits of Phil's flesh as he made his slow, painfully slow ascent. He leaned briefly into Phil's hand stroking his hair before bringing his head back down to lay a kiss on his sternum. He frowned slightly when he felt Phil's heart pounding fast against his lips.
He skipped over the rest and came up to kiss Phil sweetly, bringing his hand up to stroke his thumb over his cheek. "Are you nervous, sweetheart?" He kicked himself for using that word –of all the times and situations he could forget what that word entailed, it had to be their wedding night, during fucking foreplay.
Phil jolted a bit, but otherwise didn't react. He took both of Dan's hands, twining their fingers and leaning up to kiss the apologies away. "I… I want you to take me back tonight, Dan. Take me completely."
Dan swallowed hard. They were both versatile with sex, and he was more than happy to let Phil top tonight, especially if it meant his husband wouldn't be reminded of the abuse. He bit his lip, debating over what to do, but the look of certainty in Phil's eyes made him a bit less anxious. He leaned in close, kissing him sweetly. "Are you sure, Phil? I'd be more than happy to bottom for you." He stroked his cheek and kissed the tip of his nose.
Phil smiled against his lips. He didn't mind the position they took, but he wanted Dan to remind him physically how sex didn't have to hurt. He'd been scared to make love to his boyfriend-turned-husband for too long. He wanted Dan to take him back to how they were before. "I'm sure."
Dan nodded and kissed him one more time, letting his lips linger, before he reached over the side of the bed. They'd stopped at a shop on the way to pick up their favorite lubricant –they never used condoms. He tore off the plastic and set it aside for when they needed it. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it somewhere across the room; he left Phil's shirt on the way it was. "I don't want you to move. You look so beautiful… Wait-" He reached for Phil's wrists and moved them so his hands rested over his head. He grinned at his work, taking in his husband's pose on the bed. "Yes. Perfect."
Phil smiled up at him, relaxing into the position. He moaned quietly, knowing it would get Dan worked up. "Are you gonna take care of me?" he asked, sickeningly sweetly.
Dan smirked, nodding, love in his eyes. "Yes, angel. I'm gonna take good care of you." He went to unzip his trousers, but took a moment to palm himself. "See what you do to me?" he groaned.
Phil smiled at his own work. "You're doing the same to me, you twat." He laughed lightly, wishing he could touch himself as Dan did, but not about to disappoint his husband by moving from his position. "But that would hardly be disappointing, yeah?"
"What?"
Phil didn't realize he'd said it out loud. "I, uh… You don't want me to t-touch myself, because that would mean moving my hands from above my head."
Dan grinned at his husband's natural obedience, but it did leave a sort of bitter taste in his mouth. "I'm gonna take good care of you," he repeated, determined to keep Phil's thoughts far away from the man who had hurt him. He felt like he was riding a fine line between the dirty talk that he knew got Phil writhing for him, and being too dominating like his abductor had been. He tried to push those thoughts to the back of his mind; he loved Phil and would never, ever hurt him, so he needed to trust himself to do right by him, to make him feel good and nothing but good.
Dan pulled his trousers off and got back on the bed. "You're getting desperate, aren't you? You never wanna touch yourself so early on." He rested his hand over the bulge in Phil's pants, feeling him squirm under him but refusing to move. He smirked and bent his head down to bite his shoulder. "Tell me how you want it."
"Oh god, Dan…" Phil was moaning loudly, bucking his hips up to grind against Dan's hand, the friction winding him up tighter. "Dan, I want you. I need you, I need you inside me."
Dan smiled and started to rub him a bit, feather light and painfully slow. He knew he couldn't make himself hold back much longer. "I want to be inside you, too, my angel," he whispered into his ear. He unzipped Phil's trousers and went to pull them down. "Lift your hips." Phil immediately obliged and Dan yanked everything down at once.
He heard Phil moan as he was finally rid of the confinement of his boxers, but didn't lift his eyes just yet. He waited until he got Phil naked except for the shirt loose and open on his body. He didn't want to take him in until he could take him all in. He stood at the end of the bed and drank in his husband's perfect form, left breathless. "You are just so…" There was no word for it. He hadn't seen Phil naked in twenty-two months, but to see him now, his husband, like this… it was well worth the wait. He didn't finish his sentence.
A/N: Had to divide it up because it was getting way too long. Reviews = quicker updates!