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Summary:
dan and phil take polaroid pictures while they fuck
(Smut)
Words:2685
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Phil's hand skimmed over a box, dusting off the thin layer of dust that had collected from being hidden away in their closet for too long. He knew what the contents were. He could never forget them. Just the mere thought of what was hiding below the lid sent shivers down his spine; evidence of how young and reckless they once were.
He pulled off the lid to find a baby blue polaroid camera on top of dozens of photos he hadn't looked at in years. Some were of him, some were of both of them, but most were just of Dan in all his gorgeous glory and suddenly, Phil couldn't remember why they had hidden the box beneath spare blankets.
Phil picked up a polaroid with Dan bent on his knees in red lace, the picture cut off everything above his waist and Phil couldn't help but stare. He felt his throat constrict as he picked up another, with hickeys covering Dan's neck. It had been reckless, claiming his territory where anyone could see but Dan had begged beneath him, promising that it would be worth it for a picture. He had been right.
There were dozens upon dozens of pictures in his hands of them at their filthiest and most intimate. So many fantasies were reality; materialised by polaroids taken when they were reckless. Phil forgot just why they stopped. He loved having evidence of them like this, sweaty, sticky and undone; evidence of how beautiful Dan could look sitting on his cock or dressed in lace.
"What ya got there?" Dan asked from across their bed; he was splayed on top of grey sheets shirtless, looking as distractingly beautiful as always.
Phil brought the camera up to his face and captured a picture, a smile pulling at his lips when he heard the tell-tale sign of film sliding out. He grabbed it and placed the developing polaroid in the box.
"You're so pretty."
The sound of the polaroid pulled Dan's head off the mattress, "I forgot we still had those."
"We still have film," Phil said, walking over to the bed so he could straddle Dan's toned torso. His eyes lingered on the trail of fine hair that slipped beneath the band of his pants.
Dan's voice dropped, "Suggesting something?"
In response, Phil looked through the camera again and immortalised the rippling expanse of Dan's body caught between his thighs.
Dan chuckled before reaching over to the box that Phil had placed beside them, picking up no polaroid in particular. Phil watched as Dan's eyes widened before flipping the picture, so Phil could see it; Dan on his side with a long black tail laid out between his legs, buried between perky cheeks.
"This is hot," Dan winked.
"Kinky."
"You love it."
Phil leaned down to press his lips against Dan's, "Guilty."
Dan's hands moved to wrap around Phil's back, drawing him closer. Phil could lose himself in the feeling of Dan's mouth; the way he nipped at Phil's lower lip and ran his tongue on the edge of Phil's mouth always drove him insane. He broke away, Dan's lips attached to his neck and he sighed at how each tender kiss caused tingles to come alive on his skin. Dan couldn't suck strong enough to leave marks, they had to film later, but after so many years they had both found the perfect medium.
Phil plucked the polaroid from where it sat in the camera and watched as a moment frozen in time bloomed to life. His milky thighs spread across Dan's trim torso looked so enticingly good. He really didn't know why they ever stopped taking pictures.
