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It was an early autumn day and Phil was bored.

Phil was bored, and maybe a little bit horny, and there was one magical person on his mind he knew would always respond to his whining and rambles.

A person who he definitely didn't have the biggest crush on.

amazingphil: meow :3

amazingphil: rawrrrr :33

amazingphil: nya :3333

danisnotonfire: hiiii phil xD

danisnotonfire: why do u always make animal sounds u do it in ur vids too

r u a furry lol

amazingphil: i don't think so :p it's just fun u should try it sometime and release ur primal urges

danisnotonfire: rofl ur so weird phil

amazingphil: meow meow meow meow meow

danisnotonfire: (i like weird tho)

danisnotonfire: wyd

amazingphil: just in my room watching buffy hbu

danisnotonfire: msging u :p

danisnotonfire: wish i could watch buffy with u :’( what is the episode about ?

Phil started typing but then stopped. This was too complicated to type and he would use any excuse to be able to see Dan's face.

amazingphil: do u wanna skype?

danisnotonfire: yes plsss

Phil accepted the incoming video call as soon as it first rang. He grinned at seeing Dan's pixelated face appear on his screen. He was just so damn pretty.

“Tell me about Buffy,” Dan said.

They chatted for hours about Buffy and then about music and then moved to telling each other whatever random thoughts that they wanted to share. They were both curled up in bed in front of their laptops and Phil couldn't help but wish they were curled up together on the same bed.

“Meow,” Phil broke the silence as their last conversation drifted off.

“Meow,” Dan replied, gesturing his hand like a cat paw. He was so cute Phil wanted to snatch him away from Winnersh and keep him forever to cuddle and kiss.

“What if you were my cat,” Phil blurted out.

He could see Dan’s thoughts tick through his head. Phil was suddenly nervous. Was that too weird? What if he made Dan uncomfortable?

“What does that mean?” Dan asked plainly, Phil felt his body relax a little.

“Um I dunno, I just thought it would be nice if you could just curl up near me everyday while I watch tv or do whatever.” He looked up at Dan who was staring at him with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“And like, I could stroke your hair until you purr,” Phil could feel heat rising to his cheeks.

“I wish I could purr,” Dan mumbled.

Wait, was he into it? Phil’s heart started to race in a nice way this time. Dan at least didn’t think it was weird.

“Would you purr when I hold you?” Phil asked.

Dan blushed and looked down then he nodded. Phil felt like he was going to explode from how cute this boy was. He also felt himself grow bolder.

“You can actually meow though, would you be a needy cat who cries for food and attention?” Phil said as he tilted his head and looked up at Dan again.

Was that too far now? Was Phil finally too weird?

But Dan just stared at him, eyes blown wide, and honest to god meowed.

Phil felt a shiver run down his body and settle in his groin.

He bit his lip, “I think you would be a very spoiled cat.”

Dan moved his laptop so he was sitting in front of it on his bed. He hugged a pillow tightly as he whispered to Phil, “would you buy me a collar to wear?”

Phil’s imagination dropped any pretense that this was innocent, his brain supplied him with image after image of Dan, naked except for a pretty little collar. Arching his back and crawling towards him. What if the pretty little collar had a bell that jangled as he moved. He imagined petting dans hair and his soft skin, watching the lean line of his arched spine lead to his bare arse, seeing the thin collar around his long neck and hearing the bell jingle with every bob of his head as he took Phil deep in his mouth

Phil was definitely chubbing up in his sleep pants and he had definitely been staring at Dan with unconcealed lust for the past minute. What had Dan even said? Oh right.

“I could definitely buy you a collar.”

Dan stared at him through the grainy computer screen with hooded eyes, all he could hear was heavy breathing. Then Dan snapped, his eyes suddenly wandered around the room frantically.

“I um, I think I gotta hang up now sorry I really wish I could call longer this was uh great chat.” and Phil's screen went blank.

Before he could panic or overthink everything a message from Dan popped up

danisnotonfire: srry that was sudden i heard my dad in the hallway

danisnotonfire: gtg c u 2morrow <3

Phil was disappointed they couldn't continue their chats but at least Dan wasn't weirded out by him. If anything he seemed to enjoy Phil's silly fantasy as much as Phil did. Dan even asked him to buy a collar to put in him. And the way he blushed and tried to hide when he suggested things to Phil.

Phil couldn't help it as he slipped his hand down his torso and into his boxers. His mind kept repeating their little chat in detail. He couldn't get the image of how Dan looked with eyes hooded and glazed over out of his head, or how softly Dan meowed when Phil suggested he would be a needy cat.

As he started stroking himself he imagined it was Dan touching him. Dan's long fingers instead of his own. Dan looking up at him with those hooded eyes. If Dan wanted to pretend to be his kitty maybe he would use his mouth instead, so his hands could knead into Phil's thighs.

Oh god Dan had such a nice mouth, was that a weird thing to think?

Phil decided he did not care, his brain was far too occupied with horny and Dan for that. His thoughts wandered to Dan’s habit of sucking on pencils and pens, or honestly anything he could find when he got fidgety. Phil always found it quite distracting, the way his lips and teeth would wrap around the object, or when Dan would take the thing from his mouth and leave a string of his saliva from the now wet object to his mouth.

Would he like sucking Phil's fingers if he put them there? Let them scrape against his teeth and play with his tongue, let Phil push them down his throat and take them out dripping wet.

Would he like sucking Phil's dick if he put him there, would his needy cat beg for it? Plead with his big eyes until Phil gave him something bigger to satisfy his oral fixation.

It could definitely fit, Dan's mouth looked so wide when he laughed and smiled. Phil loved making Dan laugh.

Would Dan laugh if they had sex, would he giggle if they got tangled up in the wrong way? Dan wouldn’t leave if Phil underperformed. Dan would stay and they would laugh together, and Phil would be able to feel his belly flex with it. He would be able to see all the tiny ways Dan’s face wrinkled when he smiled. He was so fucking cute, and pretty, and funny, and weird, and Phil was definitely not in love with him.

And Phil definitely didn't want to hear the jingle of a cat collar as Dan bobbed up and down on his cock, or sink his hands into the boy's hair and stroke his kitty ears as he moaned around it, or come down his throat while Dan looked up at him purring like a good boy and watch saliva and cum dribble down his chin.

But Phil did definitely just come in his boxers while thinking about his friend in a cat collar sucking his dick.

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Dan was finally with him. In every sense of the word.

They were curled up together on Phil's couch watching a movie neither of them particularly cared about, more occupied by playing with each other's hands and feeling the warmth of where their bodies were tangled together.

“Meow,” Phil said into Dan's hair.

Dan looked back at him. "Wasn't I supposed to be the cat?” he laughed.

Phil’s heart leapt a little. Dan's eyes were squinting with his smile. He had that bold flirtatious tone that felt out of character for an awkward lanky 18 year old, and yet so perfectly Dan.

“We’ve had sex once and you already want to get freaky?” Phil replied. They’d only exchanged awkward handjobs in the late moonlight of Phil’s room, but Phil was already obsessed with Dan’s body and his touch. Sex with Dan was also scary though. Whatever they had was so new and precious; Phil really wanted to make Dan happy but he was worried he could mess it up.

Dan rolled over to fully face him and looked up at Phil, through his eyelashes and messy fringe.“You have a dirty mind, Phil ,” he said, pulling on Phil’s hoodie strings, “who said me being your cat was anything but innocent?”

Phil momentarily panicked. Had the dirty fantasies just been his, not Dan's?. Did Dan think he was some sort of furry weirdo? His panic quickly subsided when Dan started licking his collar bone and up his neck. So his tone had not suggested innocent intentions after all.

Phil wrapped his hand in Dan's hair and grunted softly.

“Wait,” he pulled Dan's head back and tried to ignore how he pouted at the action. He studied the boy's face as he gathered his thoughts. Dan looked at him quizzically.

“Um, wait here, Dan. I’m gonna go get something.” Phil gently removed Dan from on top of him.Can you wait here? I’ll be back quickly, I promise.”

Dan meowed and blinked his beautiful brown eyes up at Phil. Phil was not sure if that meant Dan was going to obey his instructions, but it motivated him nonetheless.

Dan waited patiently while Phil rushed around the house, before coming back to stand in front of Dan with a cat ear headband and a sharpie in his mouth.

Dan looked up at him. “What—”

Phil took the sharpie out of his mouth, “Cats don't talk,” he informed Dan as he pushed the headband onto Dan’s head and opened the sharpie lid.

“Do you want whiskers?” Phil asked.

Dan nodded his head. Phil held his cheek and tilted his chin up with one hand before bringing the sharpie to his nose. Dan stared up at him and blinked as the sharpie scratched a dot onto his nose and three lines on each cheek.

Phil’s concentrated face suddenly cracked as he broke into a giggle.

Dan frowned, “wha— uh.. Meow?”

“I think you might be more of a street cat than a pampered pure breed,” Phil said as he laughed again at the wonky whiskers he’d drawn on Dan's quizzical face. “Still a very cute kitty though.”

Dan closed his eyes and pushed his face into Phil's hand with a sound that was probably supposed to be a purr. Phil sat back down on the couch and guided his kitty to sit between his outstretched legs.

Dan quickly returned to his previous activity of grooming Phil. His soft tongue licked up Phil's neck and down to where his collarbones and the tiniest bit of his chest was visible. Phil stroked Dan’s hair and scratched his kitty’s back, careful to avoid his neck,where he knew petting would get him a yowl and a hiss.

Soon Dan got bored of the limited skin he had access to and started pawing at Phil's hoodie.

“Meow,” he demanded.

Phil laughed and pulled his hoodie off, exposing his bare skin. Dan immediately took to grooming Phil's chest hair. He slowly moved down Phil's body, licking and kissing at his chest, his nipples, then to his belly and the soft hair growing above his beltline.

And then, Dan leaned all the way down, face just inches away from Phil’s crotch. He looked up at Phil and hesitated a moment before opening his mouth again to lick a stripe up the fly of Phil’s jeans.

Phil let out a soft moan as he felt the warmth of Dan’s face so close to him, the soft breaths tickling his lower belly, and the delicious pressure of his tongue over where Phil was already getting hard.

Phil couldn't believe this wasn't a dream. When he looked down at Dan, his back was arched so his arse stuck up in the air and those stupid little cat ears poked up out of his messy hair. Dan looked back up at Phil, with drunken eyes and Phil's squiggly whiskers on his face as he desperately mouthed at the button on Phil's jeans.

After every awkward failed date and relationship he’d had, Phil had no idea what god he’d pleased for this boy to fall into his hands, but he was never letting him go.

For a moment he just watched in awe as Dan's bum wiggled and his teeth and lips and tongue fought Phil’s fly. Eventually, he took pity on him and reached down to undo the button, the fabric now wet with Dan's spit. He moved to pull down the zipper but Dan was faster— his lips brushed over Phil's fingers as he took the metal between his teeth and dragged it down.

Now, with access to the thing he wanted, Dan dropped his eye contact to enthusiastically lick up Phil's erection through his boxers. Phil moaned and plunged his hand into Dan's hair, gently pushing him even closer to Phil's body.

Dan groaned at being manhandled and went back to his licking. Phil felt like he was about to come in his boxers before he even felt Dan's tongue against him properly.

Before that could happen, Dan stopped soaking Phil's underwear with his spit to gently take the top of the elastic band in his teeth, but he didn’t pull down. He just looked up at Phil, eyes glassy, and waited.

Was this Dan asking permission? Was Dan waiting until Phil told him to have what he wants? Phil couldn't help but take a second to stare in wonder at this perfect boy, this perfect boy that was his.

Dan started whining, genuinely whimpering to put Phil’s cock in his mouth. Phil felt a little bad he had made Dan wait so long, but he also liked hearing Dan whine. Part of him wanted to test how far he could tease him, how much he could make Dan cry and beg.

He wanted to make Dan happy, though, and he wanted Dan to suck his cock.

“Okay, Dan, you can—” Phil cut himself off with a moan as Dan made quick work pulling down Phil's boxers with his teeth and finally got a taste of his cock.

He looked up at Phil as he took his first lick. As he licked up Phil's shaft and under the head, Phil moaned, “Good kitty.” His breath grew heavier as Dan moved his eyes to look at what he was doing, almost as if he was studying Phil's cock as he licked over the slit. It was almost absurd how much Dan seemed to be enchanted by Phil’s cock. Dan really liked him, really wanted him. It was so sweet and so sexy.

“Dan, you're so good,” he groaned. He pushed his hands back into Dan's hair, holding him and playing with those stupid little cat ears. Dan let out a low sound in his throat— not quite a moan, but almost a purr. How on earth was this boy real, and what spirit did Phil please for him to fall at his feet?.Phil gripped into Dan’s hair and massaged his head, trying to wordlessly convey to Dan how perfect he was being. Dan seemed to take strongly to that, finishing his licking and finally taking Phil into his mouth.

His eyes looked completely glazed over now as he just kept going down, taking Phil further and further into his mouth. Phil felt like he was going to die from pleasure, from the way Dan's mouth felt around him, warm and wet, his spit already dribbling down Phil's cock. With hazy eyes and rosy cheeks blushing under the sharpie cat whiskers; Dan looked like he was the one getting sucked off. How could someone look so silly, so cute, and so fucking sexy at the same time?

Dan was starting to cough and choke, but he kept trying to put more of Phil in his mouth, “Hey, Dan—uh, ease off a bit,” Phil said, right as Dan choked again. He started moving back fast, but his teeth scraped Phil as he pulled off.

“Ow!” Phil exclaimed.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry, I’ve never really— Oh no, I’m not supposed to talk, I’m sorry-”

“It’s okay, Dan,” Phil said softly as he cupped Dan's cheek, “you're doing good, you’re okay, maybe just go a little slower?”

Dan nodded. Phil was glad Dan wasn’t freaking out too much because he was freaking out a little. As much as Dan definitely wanted sex, wanted Phil, he was also young and not very experienced. What if Dan thought he was meant to do certain things even though he doesn’t enjoy them?

Phil should explain that.

“-and you don't have to take me all the way, what you were doing before was so good. I don’t w—”

“I want to though.”

Oh.

Dan looked so determined, like his life’s goal was to deepthroat Phil. Phil quickly went from nervous back to horny. He blushed and felt his dick grow harder again, still unable to believe how much Dan wanted him.

“Um, okay, let's go slower this time. Let me guide you. I uh… do have experience doing this,” Phil giggled; Dan looked up at him, wide eyed and nodding. Phil raised his thumb up to stroke Dan’s cheek, admiring how pretty he looked like this.

“Do you still want to be my kitty?” Phil asked.

“Meow,” was Dan’s response. Could Phil just keep this boy forever?

“Okay then, good kitty.” Phil moved his thumb that was stroking Dan's cheek into his mouth and gently pulled his head forward, “Just start at the tip, okay?”

Dan nodded and wrapped his lips around Phil. If Phil's erection had been flagging at all, it was definitely back at the contact of Dan's mouth. Phil groaned as Dan started moving and suckling at him. “Okay…yeah, that's good,” he moaned, “Go a little deeper now, but relax, okay?”

Dan bobbed his head lower, taking Phil further into his mouth, and Phil was not quiet. He could feel the soft, warm wetness of Dan’s tongue and the harder, but still delicious, friction of the roof of his mouth. He didn't even mind the occasional scrape of teeth because Dan was just so enthusiastic, like he was getting as much pleasure as he was giving Phil.

Dan’s hands had moved up to grab at Phil’s tummy, kneading the soft flesh like he really was Phil's kitten. He had also started to drool, spit rolling out from his stretched lips and down his chin. Phil could even feel it drip onto his balls - as if this experience could get any hotter. This was already the best blowjob Phil had ever gotten, but Dan wanted to take him further, and Phil was not going to stop him.

“Fuck,” Phil moaned; when Dan looked up at him, he continued, “mmm, you’re doing so good, try going further now.”

Dan started pushing his head further down and Phil grasped his hand into his hair. “Try to relax, and swallow if you start to gag.”

Dan just kept pushing down until his lips almost met Phil's balls, then almost gagged. Phil could feel Dan’s throat tight around him, and god, was that a feeling. Phil looked up at the ceiling as he whined, not knowing how long he was going to last like this.

“Here,” Phil said, reaching one of his hands down, “hold my hand and grip tight, it’ll be easier to relax.” Dan grabbed onto Phil's fingers and squeezed.

Dan just stayed there for a moment and Phil could feel his throat starting to relax. He looked down to see Dan staring up at him with tears brimming in his eyes— was he allowed to find that sexy? That Dan was there between his legs, so physically and emotionally overwhelmed that he was almost crying?

Phil stroked Dan's hair as he murmured, “You don't have to keep going if it's too much, you've been so good, hmm?”

Dan didn’t back off, though. Instead he moaned in response, sending ungodly vibrations through Phil's dick, and started moving again.

Phil watched the tears at the edge of Dan's eyes fall onto his red cheeks as he felt every part of Dan's mouth around him. Spit was still drooling down his face and onto Phil. He put his hand on Dan’s cheek again, felt the wetness on Dan’s soft warm face as Dan’s head moved up and down. He could feel his tip hitting Dan’s throat over and over again as Dan just took it, still squeezing Phil's other hand as he pushed through any gagging to take Phil as far as he possibly could.

The way he had so enthusiastically indulged in Phil’s silly fantasy, and now here they were. Dan’s hot body was between his legs and Phil could see his cute butt and his arched back. He could see the cat ears he had put on him were falling off and the cat whiskers he drew on him were running with his tears, because Dan wanted him so badly, crying and surely bruising his throat to give Phil pleasure. It was the most intimate, sexy thing he had ever experienced

“Dan I’m gonna— I’m gonna come Da—” Phil’s body shook with his orgasm. Dan dutifully kept his mouth on Phil’s cock as his cum coated the boy's mouth and throat.

Dan pulled off and let Phil's cum drip out of his mouth onto Phil's belly and softening cock.

His eyes were red and his lips were puffy and covered in spit and cum, his cheeks were smudged with what was left of the catwhiskers.

“Oh My God, Dan,” Phil breathed, full of love.