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It'd been 10 years, since Dan explained to Phil his interest in bringing play acted force into their sex life. They talked about trust, and about Phil's level of comfort with the idea.
"I just don't ever want you to feel unsafe with me." Phil said, at one point in the discussion.
"It's not about feeling unsafe. Kind of… the opposite, really."
"Oh?"
"I feel so unbelievably safe with you. You know that. About everything. I have ever since we met. And after 5 years we know each other so well, sometimes I think we might as well be the same person. And there's… something… about having someone —well not just someone— drag me to the bed and make me do things that I'm saying… well, that I don't want to. But you would know and I would know that I want you and that you would never hurt me. I know it's crazy to say that's hot to me, but it is." Dan said, nervously shifting his eyes down every so often as he spoke.
"No, I can understand that. I'll be honest it's not something I would normally find sexy, but I know seeing you having fun and getting off does it for me so. Let's talk about it more, yeah? We both can do more research together. Learn how to do this." Phil replied, putting his hand on Dan's shoulder and squeezing it.
"Really? You're sure?"
"Trust goes both ways. And I wanna do this for… with you. I'm in." Phil said.
They started slow, with light pushing back from Dan, Phil using more aggressive language during sex, Phil being rougher in general, as well as Phil spanking Dan's ass. Over the next several months they graduated to playing out specific scenes and became more physical, also involving cuffs, and over the next few years they'd occasionally incorporate new things. Some things worked well and stuck. Some resulted in yellows and couple of reds and were either tweaked or completely crossed off the list.
There were, however, some things that hadn't changed from day one. No slurs, no threats of blackmail or having personal information leaked to the public, no leaving marks where people could see.
By the time they were 34 and 38, they had a very steady routine around sex. Most of the time they fucked it was relatively vanilla compared to what they did every couple of months.
Dan had been feeling stressed. Between their tour, and the rebrand they had been working on for months at this point, he was sick of being the one to make decisions, of being the one in control of everything around him.
One afternoon, Dan found Phil on their bed after a shower and sat down next to him, asking if he'd like to negotiate a scene for sometime that week. Phil was eager. He needed an outlet too.
They made a plan, made sure they both knew the safewords. Red was stop immediately, yellow was slow down, green was everything was great, and if Dan couldn't talk and needed to be done he'd snap his fingers twice. That, too, had been the same since they'd first started.
Phil came into the kitchen a little after noon to see Dan making coffee in nothing but an old pair of Sonic underwear that had this singular purpose for a decade now. Phil felt a rush of excitement. Over the years, he found himself loving the confidence and validation he got from watching Dan give himself fully to him. Knowing he could make Dan so helpless and Dan not only let him, but ached for it, had become one of his biggest turn-ons.
He went up to Dan, who had his back to Phil, and grabbed Dan's waist and yanked Dan back against him, leaning forward so his mouth was right by Dan's ear.
"I want you." Phil said in a deep, voice.
Dan sighed dramatically, loudly setting his mug onto the counter.
"What makes you think you deserve me. Or that I want you?" Dan said, still looking straight ahead.
"What makes you think what you want matters?" Phil countered.
Dan inhaled sharply, not quite a gasp. At that same moment he felt Phil's dick getting hard against his ass.
"I can do whatever I want to you, and you have no say." Phil continued, grabbing Dan's upper arms so tightly the tips of his fingers dug into Dan's skin. Dan tried to pull himself away, and Phil responded by putting his arms under Dan's and placing his hands on Dan's shoulders. In this position he half dragged Dan, who would occasionally walk along with Phil while writhing in his arms until they got to the bedroom.
Once there, Phil pushed Dan onto the bed, which they'd put the under the mattress restrains on the night before, with a grunt. Dan tried to jump back up, whimpering "you don't have to do this".
"I don't have to do anything." Phil said, grabbing Dan and throwing him back on the bed before straddling him and grabbing his wrists. "You do."
Phil let go of Dan's wrists so he could reach for one of the wrist cuffs and just as he leaned forward, Dan pushed Phil off of him and jumped up, crying out, "Don't do this! Oh God, please no!" seconds before Phil grabbed him from behind and lifted him off the floor a few seconds before they both toppled back onto the bed.
Phil slapped the back of Dan's thigh twice, hard, and Dan let out a short cry. He then grabbed Dan's wrist and wrapped a cuff around it, securing the cuff with its buckle, and then did the same with the other wrist and Dan's ankles. Dan now had his arms and legs spread out, and he was pulling at his restraints and whimpering.
Phil knelt on the bed next to Dan and grabbed his cock through his underwear. Dan did his best to close his legs in response, but could only move so far.
"Why are you doing this?" Dan said, breathlessly.
"Oh you dirty boy. You're already hard. I thought you didn't want this. See, I know what you want." Phil said tracing his fingers along Dan's bulge as Dan tried to pull his groin away to no avail.
Phil grabbed the top of Dan's underwear from the sides and pulled them down around his thighs, the fabric digging into Dan's skin. When presented with Dan's erect dick, he reached over to grab the lube on the bedside table, but was interrupted by Dan crying out "stop!".
He turned back to Dan, and with a smile leaned over him and put his hand over Dan's mouth, taking care not to cover his nose.
"I'll stop when I'm ready, and not a second before. Do you understand me."
Dan shook his head until Phil removed his hand, pulling it back and slapping Dan's upper arm.
"You'll behave if you know what's good for you." Phil said. Dan whimpered.
Phil got the oil based lube and poured some on his fingers and, while on his knees on the bed, inserted a finger into his hole before turning his attention to Dan. He put more lube on his hand and began stroking Dan's cock.
"Nice and wet. All ready for me." Phil said.
"I'm not, I'm not ready. Please just stop." Dan replied, squirming against his restraints.
"Shut the fuck up!" Phil slapped the top of Dan's thigh and Dan let out a a cry followed by more whimpering.
Phil straddled Dan and grabbed his cock, stroking it twice before pressing it against his hole.
"Traffic light?" Phil asked, taking a couple of deep breaths after he spoke.
"Green." Dan said, his voice trembling.
And Phil sank down on Dan's dick with a loud moan as Dan gasped. He began riding Dan, slowly for a moment or so but rapidly picking up the pace as his moans got louder. Dan kept noises to whimpers, except for an unexpected thigh slap while Phil was riding him that drew out a moan that he couldn't stifle.
At the moan, Phil slapped Dan's thigh harder. Dan let out a shriek.
"That's right." Phil said as he moved his hips down harder, his breath quickening, "You're mine, and I'm gonna fuck you 'til you come in me."
"What? No. No, no, I don't want that. I don't…" Dan trembled a little, pulling at his restraints and taking a deep breath, "I don't want you to come in me. I'll finish you off, I promise just don't—" He was starting to lose focus as he could feel himself losing real control.
Phil didn't say anything back, but kept going at a steady, fast, and hard, pace until Dan started arching his back and moaned as loud as his cries of protest had been and Phil felt Dan's cock pulsing inside him as he came. Dan finishing didn't mean Phil was, though.
"Enough, enough!" Dan cried out as he jerked against his cuffs, and Phil kept grinding on Dan's cock for several more seconds of Dan helplessly squealing until he felt, through the haze of it all, Phil's hole tighten around his cock and the warm wetness of his cum on his chest.
He let himself fall on top of Dan for a moment, before rolling off, and sitting up next to Dan, who was taking deep breaths to ground himself. He then undid Dan's wrist cuffs, followed by the ankle cuffs. Dan rotated his wrists a few times.
Phil laid down on his side toward Dan, giving him just enough space so that they weren't touching.
"How are you feeling?" Phil asked.
"Mm. Good. That was really good." Dan said, slowly turning onto his side to face Phil.
It always struck Phil how peaceful Dan could look, covered in sweat and cum, having been begging him to stop fucking him within that same hour. It made him feel incredible, knowing he could give Dan all that he wanted and more.
"Do you wanna talk about it now?" Phil followed up.
"Not right yet. Maybe later, or tomorrow. For sure by tomorrow. Right now I just want you to hold me."
Phil wrapped his arm around Dan and Dan took a slow, deep breath as he wrapped his own arm around Phil. Phil gently placed his right leg over Dan's, asking if that was okay and getting a nod.
"You make me feel so safe. Loved. Sexy. I love you so much." Dan said.
"I love you, too." Phil said, feeling Dan's cum slowly leaking out of him. Phil kissed Dan softly on his forehead, then his lips. Dan closed his eyes and smiled.
"I know I just said I didn't want to go over the scene, but… you still fucking me after I came felt insane. I definitely want to do more of that in the future."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"God, I'm thirsty."
Phil sat up and grabbed Dan's water from the bedside table and handed it to him as he sat up too.
"Thanks."
"How're your arm and thigh. Especially that thigh." Phil asked, trying to get a look at either of the areas of Dan's thigh that his hand had made contact with.
"Mph…" Dan made a noise as he took a long drink of his water, and then looked down at his leg. "I don't think it's gonna bruise, but it's still red and does sting a little bit.
"Want me to apply some cream on the areas I slapped?" Phil asked.
"I'd like that." Dan said, setting his water bottle down on his bed side table. Phil grabbed the cream made with arnica and chamomile, along with a damp rag to clean off Dan's chest a bit, and came back in to Dan lying back on his right side, the left side of his body, which was where Phil concentrated his slaps, was exposed.
Phil lowered himself back onto the bed, wiped up most of the mess he'd made on Dan's body, and gently began rubbing the cream into Dan's tender skin.
"You really did such an amazing job, babe." Phil said as he slid his slippery hand over Dan's red thigh.
"So did you. I'm always impressed by how good you are at this. How crazy it makes me feel… you make me feel." Dan said, he was mumbling now, feeling incredibly relaxed and a little sleepy as Phil took care of him.
Phil cupped each of his now oily hands softly against the sides of Dan's face and kissed him . Dan giggled and shook his head free, wiping his hands down his cheeks dramatically.
"You take such good care of me. I'm so lucky I found you." Dan sighed happily.
"Yeah, I am too." Phil kissed Dan's lips again, this time a quick peck.
"Need cuddles." Dan said.
Phil immediately obliged, with Dan sluggishly turning over so Phil could be the big spoon.
Phil was enjoying how at ease Dan was in his arms after everything he'd done.
Dan loved the feeling of Phil holding him in silence after having acted like he was putting up such a fight during sex. The wildness and intensity of the scene receding in his mind and body as he was enveloped in a sense of calm.
He let himself drift, safely wrapped in Phil's arms.