"i have an idea," phil smiled as they walked through their front door. dan groaned and grabbed his hand, trying to tug him toward one of the walls. "no, not that."
"what are we doing then? going to sleep?" dan asked. phil didn't let go of his boyfriend's hand as they entered their bedroom, finally pushing him down against the bed in much similar position to what they been in before they left.
"oh no, we're doing exactly what you thought. i just didn't want to do it in the living room," phil giggled while he unbuttoned dan's shirt swiftly.
"you're such a loser." dan ran his hands over phil's clothes chest before carefully unbuttoning the shirt, not ready for a lecture like last time when he ripped open one of his boyfriend's perfectly good button up shirts.
"and what about it?" phil sassed, unzipping dan's pants as dan's fingertips grazed over his smooth and squishy chest. "you seem to love it."
"i really do."
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