Does This Make Us Pastel-Punk? {Smut with plot, kinda}

Dan's PoV:

I slam the door shut and face Lester sitting on a stack of gym mattress.

"Now, let's fucking talk about this." I growl, leaning over him with my hands by the sides of his hips, knuckles pushing into the mattresses. I growl and furrow my eyebrows, annoyed with that goddamn smirk he's wearing again.

"You kissed me Lester, why? You said 'fuck it, I'll just go for it' and then you kissed me right there, right there in the library, and then you left." He's still looking up at me with that god damn smirk! It's not like he doesn't look sexy like that, but I want answers! Not a hard on or something!

I feel my cheeks heat up and I lean back a bit from him, still keeping my hands fisted into the mattress by his sides. But in response he just leans closer to me again, taunting me by tilting his head to the side, gentle breaths traveling from his lips to mine, quickly warming me up and causing me to press my lips together into a thin line.

"S-So?" I stutter, trying to speak calmly despite being utterly flustered already. "Start explaining."

I look over his face for reactions, my eyes getting caught on his lips. Beautiful pink lips. Plump lips. Perfectly kissab-- he's smirking again?!

My eyes snap up to meet his, fierce hazel meeting icy blue. Fucking bastard! Fucking beautiful, irresistible bastard!!

"Well, you were there." I blink twice, getting ready to give him one hell of a tongue lashing for kissing mE JUST BECAUSE I WAS THERE?! But then, he continues.

"And you were super sassy, and aggressive, and I thought it was really hot. You were being dominant and I liked the way you made me feel when you acted like that." I feel his warm breaths coming quicker against my lips, whimpering gently at the warmth and closeness. He smirks once again.

"But you're even better when you're flustered and submissive." He growls and grabs my hips, pulling me into his lap, straddling his thighs and facing him. I feel my face heat up once again, the room becoming impossibly warm and suddenly I'd love nothing more than to get out of my, now way too restricting, clothes.

"What the hell are you saying? Fucking bastard.." I weakly push against his chest in an attempt to get away, but as my eyes glide slowly down from his eyes to his lips my arms buckle, causing my to collapse forward against his chest again.

My breathing hitches gently at the newfound closeness. I have to push him away but..honestly, what's the fucking point by now?!

I grab the collar of his shirt, closing my eyes as I slam my lips into his, kissing him passionately. I feel his body twitch in surprise as I kiss him, but it's barely noticeable before he kisses me back. I feel him digging his fingernails into my hips and I gasp, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in through the gap. I let out a shaky moan against his lips as I push my hips closer against his.

He possessively squeezes my hips, causing a tremble to run all the way down my spine as I let out a moan against his lips.

"A-Aah." I let out a choked moan and blush furiously. I feel him smirk as he bites my bottom lip, tugging it carefully between his teeth as I've dreamed of him doing many time before.

"Y-you didn't hear anything, o-or you're..dead.." I stutter out a dull threat at him to which he just chuckles darkly, causing me to trail off slightly at the end.

"Not if I get to you first, Danny boy." He purrs as he pulls back. I'm confused for a moment and I'm just about to ask what he's doing, when I feel him grab him chin and tilt my head back.

I shiver at the cold brushing against my exposed throat, and then the heat from Phil's slightly labored breathes. I close my eyes as I too start panting gently, both from the kissing and from pure anticipation.