fitza (referenced fitpac), implied sexual content
Hello! I have a request that I'm slowly picking away at, sorry it's taking so long! Have something I cobbled together very very quickly when my mind wandered a bit during Phil's stream! Enjoy! This isn't beta read, I genuienly threw it together in less than an hour so if it's shit you have permission to unfollow tbh
Philza groans, stretching out on his bed. His wings stretch out behind him, and he rolls his head to crack his neck. He hums and pushes himself up, wings shuddering and folding against his back. He runs his hand through his hair. He feels good, heavy, and warm.
The room smells like sex and sweat. He chirps softly and seeks out Fit in the room; he's sitting on the edge of Phil's bed, digging through his bag for water or something, but Phil isn't so sure. Philza grins and moves over to Fit, draping himself against the stronger man's shoulders, wings draping around them. Fit hums softly and tilts his head to headbut Phil gently.
"So what about you and Pac?" Phil asks, cackling when Fit freezes, an exhale forced out of him with his surprise.
"Well shit Philza, has anyone ever told you it's rude to attack a man when he's vulnerable?" Fit asks, finally finding the water bottle in his bag and shrugging Phil's weight off himself.
Philza shifts back, lounging. He's still naked, the blankets of his bed draped over his lap to keep a facade of modesty. Fit has boxers on but is otherwise bare. It's a pleasant sight. Philza lets his eyes drag over Fit's chest when the man shifts and settles himself against Philza's pillows. He tosses the water to Phil, who catches it and opens it instantly. He drinks his fill and then sets it aside.
Fit seems uneasy. He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, defensive. Phil raises an eyebrow and coos softly, a soothing sound that Fit can't exactly comprehend.
"Come on, mate, we just fucked. You can talk about your feelings," Phil says, words curling into a laugh towards the end. Fit rolls his eyes and folds his arms behind his head, breathing and forcing himself to relax. Fit tilts his head back and looks up at the ceiling.
"I don't know, it's- it's different than us. I don't want to. I don't want to just have sex with him; it feels like more," Fit says, stumbling over his
words; he sighs hard and glances over at Phil. The avian nods, and his wings flutter a bit. He can't outright tell Fit that he's in love. He thinks that Fit would freak out if Phil said something like that. He hums quietly in contemplation.
"Never felt that way before?" Phil asks, moving to lie on his stomach, stretching out, and folding his arms under his head. He looks at Fit and drapes his left wing over the man's lap. Fit's hands run gently through the feathers, straightening the ones out of place. Phil's eyes flutter closed for a second; it feels nice. It's been some time since anyone has touched his wings, the last being Etoiles.
"No, no, I don't think so. Man, I'm too old to feel like this," Fit complains, fingers drifting closer to the inner end of Philza's wings, towards his back. It makes him shiver, wings twitching under Fit's hands.
"Nah mate, you'll get it figured out," Phil says, breathing deep. He can feel sleep tugging at the edges of his consciousness, Fit's gentle hands running through his wings, not helping Phil stay awake.
In response, Fit makes a slight noise, pulling the blanket up more over Phil.
"I hope so, man," Fit says, laying down and settling against Phil's side, arm wrapping around his waist and pulling Phil close. Phil coos gently and tucks his head against Fit's chest.
Phil knows Fit will figure it out; it just might take a few hundred years. Phil smiles. They'll talk about it more when he's not fucked out and exhausted.