Dan pulled his boxers down to make things even, gasping as his erection was finally freed and resisting the urge to stroke himself, knowing he wouldn't last at all if he did. He laid himself back over Phil, kissing him lovingly. He needed to buy time to calm himself down a bit so he wouldn't cum before he was inside his husband.
Phil wasn't being so patient, rutting up against his husband and groaning at the skin on skin contact. "Dan…" he whined against the lips on his own. "Please… Now…"
Dan pulled away just a bit. A trail of saliva still connecting their mouths and Phil's flushed face and pleading eyes were more than enough to get him to comply. He grasped blindly for the bottle of lube and popped the cap, moving down Phil's body and trailing sweet kisses as he went.
It was when Dan was spreading his thighs apart and settling down between his legs that Phil started to grow anxious again. He was feeling uncomfortably exposed, even knowing that this was Dan and Dan loved him and would never hurt him. He shifted uneasily, hands clenching and unclenching as he resisted the urge to use them to help him pull himself away.
Dan stroked a lube-slicked fingertip over his entrance, and Phil let out a yelp and pulled away completely, fighting the drive to curl in on himself.
Dan jumped when Phil had reacted, and stepped into action. He moved up the bed and gently wrapped his arms around his shaking husband, stroking back his damp dark hair and pressing his lips to his forehead.
"Calm down, baby, it's just me," he attempted to soothe him. "It's Dan, your husband. I'm not- I'm not gonna hurt you." The thought that Phil could maybe think that he would hurt him broke Dan's heart. "It's just me. I'm here. I love you-" he kissed his cheek softly, "so much."
Phil started to calm down and relax in Dan's arms. He hated what had just happened, hated himself for effectively ruining their wedding night, when he had been the one to promise this would go well and they would make love. "I'm sorry, Dan…" he mumbled, guilty.
Dan shook his head. "Don't apologize," he insisted. The night wasn't ruined, and it wasn't over. He pulled his husband impossibly closer. "I know you wanted me to top tonight, but I think you'd feel better if you take me instead." He hushed any protest. "I love feeling you inside me," he reminded, a genuine smile on his face as he stroked his husband's cheek. Phil nodded shakily.
Dan kissed him quickly before taking the bottle in hand again. He squeezed a fair amount into his palm, set the bottle aside and rubbed his hands together. Once it was warmed up, he reached one hand forward and the other back behind him. He slowly slicked Phil's cock, hand moving teasingly slow, and pressed two fingers into himself, knowing he could take it.
"My fingers are nothing like your dick, baby," Dan moaned, fucking himself on his fingers, adding a third and groaning deeply.
Phil was writhing under him now, forgetting any of what he'd been through with that monster, unable to think of anything but Dan. "I love you so much," he said softly, his whole heart pouring into those little words. Dan smiled breathlessly and briefly leaned down to kiss him passionately, pulling back too quickly for Phil's taste. "Dan…"
"Hang on, baby." He moved to straddle Phil's hips, reaching behind to line Phil's member up with his entrance. "I love you." He sank down, body tensing all over in pleasure as he felt himself filled up with more than his fingers. "Agh, fuck," he groaned as he came down completely. He didn't bother giving himself time to adjust as he started moving.
Phil watched Dan intently, breathing hard as he saw and felt everything Dan was doing. He'd missed this so much, but he'd just been so scared. "I love you, Dan," he panted out. "I love you." He unconsciously thrust up into his husband.
Dan moaned loudly, moving faster. "M-More, baby, more!" He was already coming undone, so close to climax, desperate for it.
Phil reached forward and took Dan's cock in his hand, stroking sporadically and pushing his hips up to meet Dan's rocking on him. He wrapped his arms around his husband's waist and pulled him down against him, holding him close as Dan kept moving desperately. Sweat slick bodies pressed against each other, and Dan's throbbing cock was trapped between their stomachs as Phil stroked him near completion. "C-Cum for me, baby," he whispered to him, moaning as he felt Dan's walls pulsing around him.
Dan cried out as he came between them, moving his hips desperately to ride it out. He purposely clenched and unclenched tight around Phil's cock, trying to draw him to climax before his own finished. "I- I want you to cum inside me, baby. Come on, take me, make me yours forever in one last way tonight."
Phil let out a surprisingly high moan as the tension snapped, seeing white spots and twitching all over as he released inside Dan. He pulled him in and they kissed sloppily until they both came down from their orgasmic bliss.
"I love you."
Dan laid his head against Phil's chest, happy to take the submissive sleeping position again. "Being the big spoon can get tiring sometimes," he mused, playing with his husband's fingers in his own.
Phil kissed the top of his head and watched as Dan tried to occupy himself. It was nearing one in the morning; they'd settled down in bed now, under the covers. The room was surprisingly cold once the sweat on their skin cooled. They were tired and honestly fucked out, but sleep had not yet come to them. They were happy to just lie there together in the meantime.
"So…" Dan hummed, fiddling with the wedding band on Phil's finger, one identical to his own. "We're married now." He couldn't contain the excited smile on his face now. They had their whole life to look forward to now –they were no longer individuals with two separate lives, they were one soul with one future ahead of them. Sure, they'd have their own pieces –"subplots," Dan had proudly dubbed them- but it was all part of a bigger story from this point forward: the story of their marriage.
"Yeah…" Phil smiled fondly, no idea what to really say. "We are."
Dan laughed and leaned up to kiss him before settling again, resting deeper against Phil's chest. "I'll make sure you never regret it."
"I never would, Dan," Phil responded, tone light but serious.
Dan smiled, but it faded quickly. "I won't let you ever be hurt again. I… I'll never forgive myself for letting that monster get you. You were so nearby, and… I'm sorry. I should've worked harder to find you."
Phil shook his head sternly and held Dan closer. "No. There's no way you could've known. I don't want you to keep letting that eat at you, babe. We're not letting it shape the rest of our marriage, remember? We're focusing on the good times."
Dan hated that they were returning to their earliest roles; Dan wallowing over something and Phil comforting him, assuring him that everything was okay. Dan hated that he was acting like the victim when it was Phil who'd been put through months of pain. "Stop that."
"What?"
"Stop trying to protect me. And I need to stop acting like I was put through the most. We're here for each other, and that can't be onesided. Promise me we'll work on that?"
Phil nodded. It sounded reasonable. "Yeah, sweetheart, I promise."
Dan smiled and settled down again. "Sleepy…"
"Go to sleep, then, baby. I'll be right here in the morning."
"Not like you could move from under me," Dan laughed, kissing his chest.
"Goodnight, Mr. Howell-Lester."
Dan smiled brightly against his skin. "Goodnight." He cuddled into the silence, tired and letting Phil's heartbeat lull him to sleep.
A/N: My first time writing Phan smut. Reviews = quicker updates!