Thread by @Eliisferal

// non con , drugging , trans Dave
#davephil

Phil being gentle while he non cons Dave is such a good flavor.
He knows Dave will fight back violently if he tries, and he doesn’t want to hurt him, so he instead slips something into his drink to make sure he’s pliant and easy.

Dave is small, he’s thin and short and Phil is almost worried he may have overdone it when the drugs take hold of Dave’s system.
The man couldn’t control his most basic movements, only able to twitch lightly between intervals of time.

Phil found it endearing when Dave face planted onto the ground, groaning in his stupor. No one suspected a thing when he carried the man out, chiding him on “having one too many drinks.” Even as Dave, rapidly slipping out of his semi-awareness, tried to say he had only had one.

Phil felt just a little mean about it, he knew he was taking advantage of the fact that no one would believe /Dave/, especially not over him.
Now he had Dave laying on his back, in his bed, completely out of his mind.

The only sign he was still conscious was his half-lidded eyes, still partially trying to make out the environment around him.
He laid himself down beside him for a few moments, he knew he had a world of time before Dave would even come close to gaining back his senses.

He wrapped his arms around Dave in breathed in his scent, mouthed at his neck and kissed at his cheeks and neck with a tenderness that he knows Dave would never allow.
Dave couldn’t kiss him back, which was disappointing, but he didn’t mind taking care of things for his love.

He palmed at Dave’s cunt through his boxers, and although the man clearly didn’t understand what was going on, he was nothing but accepting and eager for Phil’s touch. It was endearing, in its own way.

His cunt was slick and his clit poked up out of its hood when Phil slipped his boxers off, which wasn’t the easiest task, Daves legs were dead weight, unable to cooperate even if he tried.
“You want this so bad, don’t you?” Phil spoke with his face pressed in Dave’s thigh.

Dave whimpered, and for a moment Phil wondered if he was at least semi-aware of the situation.
“I’ll take care of you, I’ll make you feel good,” he promised the man who could not hear or comprehend his words.

Dave claimed to be a natural blonde, but the rough, brown curls leading up his happy trail said otherwise. He thinks Dave would look nice as a brunette.
He trailed his tongue over Dave’s slit, his thick labia sticking together and only revealing his clit.

He circled around his clit for a moment before dropping back down and separating the man’s folds, finally getting a taste of the mans slick, the wet smoothness contrasting the surrounding wiry hairs.
He left open mouthed kisses up and down his mound, before zeroing in on his clit

It was hard and standing to attention, and Dave was too weak to stifle the consistent string of moans that soon died out into long, drawn out whines. His legs trembled violently around his head, but they were too flaccid to pull him in like Dave obviously so desperately wanted.

Phil buried his face deeper into his cunt. He lead each kiss with his tongue, pressing against all his most sensitive areas, and gently brushing his lips against the others, keeping a balanced flow of stimulation.

He teased at Dave’s opening, the man’s thighs fluttering around him as if he was ticklish from the sensation. Phil was almost certain he could get himself off just like this, right between Dave’s legs. His cock was pulsing and hard between his legs, desperate for attention.

Phil slipped two fingers in, Dave’s cunt was hot and pulsing around them, quivering with each upwards stroke into his g-spot. The sensitive bundle of nerves had less give than the rest of his walls, drawn taught and swollen against his fingers.

He brought his lips back to Dave’s clit. The sound Dave had made forced Phil to look up at him, weary that maybe he hadn’t actually given him the right dosage, that the man was actually fully aware and awake by this point.
But, he was not.

Dave was still writhing flat against the bed, unable to even lift his head or upper body away.
Phil rubbed comforting circles against his thighs to work him though his orgasm, swallowing through the gush of wetness that soaked Dave, and drenched the lower half of his own face.

When he pulled away, the entire lower half of his face felt cold, engulfed in heat just moments ago, now the air of the room lapped at the spit and slick coating him. He reluctantly wiped his face off with his sleeve, still marveling at the sight of Dave’s cunt.

It was flushed pink and glistening, twitching from the intense sensations and the loss of stimulation.
Phil rose of up from his position, kneeling in front of the bed, and loomed over Dave.
His eyes were unfocused and his cheeks were red, hair plastered to his face with sweat.

Each ragged breath looked languid, yet Dave had a feeling he was struggling for them. His unbuttoned shirt pooled around his lithe waist, and Dave supposed he should just take it off completely, after all, Dave was probably on the verge of overheating.

He pressed their bodies together chest to chest, and appreciated the feeling of Dave’s thumping heart, the rise and fall of his abdomen against his own.
His clothed cock twitched in its space against Dave’s bare cunt.

Part of him wished Dave was aware, wished he was awake to remember how well Phil could take care of him.
He groaned against Dave’s neck, frantically unbuttoning his pants with his free hand, his other running through Dave’s hair.

His cock throbbed with relief, cool air doing nothing to aid him after releasing it from its confines. He whimpered when the head of his cock brushed against Dave’s folds, warm and soft, except for the roughness of his hair. Phil jerked into the contact.

He situated Dave’s legs into an easier position, spreading his lips and folds to reveal his hole.
He couldn’t hold himself back, lining himself up and holding Dave’s cheeks in his hands

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