Summary:
[Private Messages: Quackity and Technoblade]
[Quackity:] So we’ve been dating or whatever for a while
[Technoblade:] yeah
[Quackity:] I think it’s been going well, don’t you?
[Technoblade:] no complaints
[Quackity:] I think it’s time we take our relationship to the next level.
[Technoblade:] yep
[Quackity:] [Image ID: Photo of Quackity looking sultrily at the camera, shirt pulled up to reveal his abdomen and the fabric held coyly next to his mouth. His hand is partially out of frame, but it is situated at his waist in such a way to make it clear that he’s holding his dick, just a tasteful hint of which is visible.]
[Quackity:] now it’s your turn
Or: Quackity decides to send his boyfriend nudes. It goes well.
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And I had the opportunity to write a treat for a pinch hitter for @fiabex, and they had opted into any medium, and i am evil, so I obviously thought "chatfic". And thus, here we have it, an attempt at a chat fic.
Ship: Phil x Quackity, side Quackity x Technoblade
Warnings: Top Phil, taking calls during sex, cheating, rough sex.
Request: philza fucking quackity’s brains out while he’s on the phone with technoblade, who is quackity’s boyfriend and also philza’s son
Read it on ao3 now or below the cut!
Quackity had always liked to think he was a good person, but sometimes his actions suggested otherwise. For instance, he didn’t think good people would let their boyfriend’s dad fuck them. In his defense, even though it didn’t make it better, Phil was just as much to blame as he was. Somehow, he didn’t think Techno would like that explanation. But he really couldn’t bring himself to care whenever he found himself in one of those situations. The guilt could come later if it wanted, all he was focused on in the moment was how good he felt.
He’d always like older men and Phil just reminded him of all the reasons why. It wasn’t like he had feelings for Phil and Phil didn’t either. What they did was purely sexual, just two people wanting to get rid of some stress or simply get off. And Phil knew how to treat him better than any of the guys his age could. His cock was thick, not quite as long as Techno, but enough to make Quackity feel good. Phil certainly knew what to do with it too.
Quackity always felt like he was going out of his mind from pleasure when he was with Phil. Sometimes Phil would be gentle with him, fucking into him slowly and almost lovingly. He always seemed to know when Quackity needed that type of thing. More times than not, Quackity just needed to be used and Phil had no problem giving him that either. His favorite was when he would find himself pressed face-down against the bed with Phil’s hand fisted in his hair. It had to be his favorite position, making it easy for Phil to fuck into him like a toy.
And Phil certainly seemed to love his ass. He’d spend hours eating him out and fingering him, just squeezing his ass and admiring him if Quackity would let him. He had to say there was something fun about being worshiped like that. Tonight wasn’t one of those days, however. It was fast and rough, and Quackity knew he’d be sore for days following. But he didn’t care, he just wanted to feel good and Phil made no signs of stopping.
Quackity was lost in his own world as he was used. He was laid out on his back with his legs thrown over Phil’s shoulders. He’d surprised himself with how flexible he was when Phil forced him into the position. But he couldn’t breathe when Phil slipped deeper with the new angle. It was rare for him to be on his back, usually preferring to be on his hands and knees, but he couldn’t deny this position was hot. Being forced to look at Phil’s face as he was fucked was a new experience and it certainly helped that Phil was hitting even deeper than usual.
Hips moved against him harder as they both got closer to getting off, Quackity gasping when Phil’s cock hit his prostate dead-on. He barely noticed the sound of Phil’s phone ringing next to them on the bedside table. His mind was too focused on the pleasure jolting through his body. But his attention was caught when Phil picked up the phone and he heard a name. Techno. His eyes widened a bit when he realized Phil had accepted a call from Techno while he was fucking into him. The kinky bastard was pushing their luck.
One of Quackity’s hands moved to cover his mouth, only to be pulled away a second later by Phil. And that only nearly had him moaning out. He expected to feel guilty, being so close to having Techno find out what was going on, but he didn’t. If anything, it made it hotter knowing that Techno could hear them at any moment. Phil seemed to agree as he never stopped rocking into Quackity, though he did slow down a bit. Quackity’s own hips tried to press back against him, wanting the rough pace to return even though he knew he couldn’t stay quiet.
“No, mate. I haven’t seen him recently,” Phil’s voice sounded strained as he spoke and he just hoped Techno wouldn’t call him out on it. Quackity thought it was thrilling to have Phil openly lying about him when he was under him the whole time, taking his cock. “No, no. I’m fine. I’ve just been running around a lot today,” Quackity barely held back a laugh at the lie, watching as Phil’s cheeks burned bright red at being called out.
In retaliation, Phil thrust harder into him. Quackity caught himself before he moaned, muffling it as much as he could. He didn’t know if he wanted Techno to find out about this or not. The thought of Techno finding out and using his mouth alongside Phil was appealing to him. But knowing that Techno was clueless about this was hot in its own way. It felt like they were keeping a secret, the thrilling sensation of being able to be caught at any moment.
“I don’t know,” Phil blushed a deeper red when Techno inquired about what he’d heard. “It might have been something on the TV. I probably just left it on,” Quackity smirked a bit at the lie, knowing how much Phil was reaching to find an excuse. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it before a hand was wrapping around his cock. He was already so close that he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. And he worried about how he would manage to hold in his sounds when he was getting off; he couldn’t be as vocal as he usually was.
The strokes were uneven, not the best as Phil tried to hold onto his phone and continue thrusting into Quackity at the same time. He wasn’t used to having his attention split in so many directions, but the younger man didn’t seem to mind. The situation was the hottest that Quackity could imagine and it made up for the lack of coordination. Quackity’s eyes fell closed as he was used, focusing on not making any noise. Though, he didn’t think either of them would care if Techno heard them. In his head, it would be hotter than the reality of it.
Quackity couldn’t even focus on what Phil was saying to Techno, too engrossed in what they were doing. A soft whine escaped him when Phil’s hips angled a bit more and he sank impossibly deeper into him. His thighs were beginning to tremble from the exertion of being used, legs falling asleep in the position they were in. But Phil wasn’t letting up. His orgasm hit him suddenly even though he knew it had been building up for a while. He couldn’t hold in his moan as he finally came, rutting up into Phil’s hand.
Within a second, Phil was hanging up on Techno and focusing on Quackity. His phone was tossed aside haphazardly, both hands moving to his waist instead. They could focus on the real world later. For now, Phil was just focused on getting himself off too. He wasn’t too far from the edge, it wouldn’t take much more. He’d never been able to control himself very well when Quackity was concerned, making him lose all his inhibitions.
“Fuck. You feel so good,” Quackity whined as his legs were forced apart a bit further. The overstimulation was taking over him slowly, pain drifting into his nerves a bit. But it still felt mostly good and he wanted to behave. He wanted to be good for the older man. It didn’t take much more before Phil’s hips were stuttering to a pause. “Thank you,” Quackity murmured out when he felt Phil finally spilling inside of him, pulling him closer by the hips.
Phil collapsed against him as they both tried to catch their breath. Sex had never been so intense. They’d both be annoyed by the cum drying against their skin later, but neither felt like they could move to clean up just yet. Like many things, it was a problem to deal with another time. Phil tucked his face into the side of Quackity’s throat, relaxing with him. The phone ringing caught Quackity’s attention, looking over to see Techno’s name on the screen.
