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Philza has always raised his children to be respectful and caring of others. To be careful and gentle with their actions. It had been a general rule he had set for his kids. But when his oldest twins started high school and began rebelling he reinforced those ideas of gentleness.
For the most part, both Wilbur and Techno complied by these ideas, mostly Techno.
Matter of fact, Phil would say the Techno was his most well behaved. Always kind and caring, albeit awkward and blunt at times. Such a large frame but far to scared to actually cause harm to anyone.
Techno had always been very shy, so when he saw him hanging around a ravin haired boy, Quackity he thinks, Phil was relieved that Techno had stared making friends again. Especially since, if he remembers correctly, his last friendship endeavor hadn’t ended that great. With Dream (was it?) declaring them rivals.
So when he walked into Techno’s room to check up on him, he stopped dead in his tracks and couldn’t suppress his surprise from showing on his face by what he saw.
Techno’s hand forcing Quackity’s head down into the mattress, fingers tangled in a harsh grip of dark hair. Quackity’s hips being held up by and even harsher grip, and Techno is just going to town with it. Pounding into Quackity’s ass with a force Phil had never seen him exhibit. His shoulders are tense, he’s panting, grunting, and his eyes are squeezed shut, the only sound louder than skin slapping skin being Quackity’s muffled moans.
A roll of Techno’s hips had Quackity arching and pushing off the bed, his eyes rolling back as the beginnings of a moan rise from his throat. Only to have his head shoved back down into the mattress by Techno’s hand. Quackity moans out the rest into the blanket below.
Phil had only been frozen for 2 seconds but was gone in under one. Quickly and quietly closing the door behind him.
He was definitely not meant to see that.
“Are you trynn’ to get caught you fucking whore”
“Mmmh”
And he was most definitely not meant to hear that.
As quickly as he can, he rushes down stairs and out the house. He climbs into the his car and starts it. He figures he’ll get his mind off this by going to the grocery store and driving some laps around the block.
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“He’s gonna know…there’s no way he won’t know Tech!”
Quackity is lying on his stomach on Techno’s bed.
“Literally how would ‘e know, ‘e won’t even be back ‘till 8. “ Techno says passively, softly massaging Quackity’s lower back. He runs his fingers over bruised hips and presses a kiss on each one, pulling away to place a final kiss on his shoulder and burry his face into the crook of Quackity’s neck. “Sorry ‘bout this” he murmurs into his ear still rubbing gently at his lower back.
Quackity giggles and goes to sit up, slightly wincing while doing so. He cups Techno’s face and places a quick kiss to his lips. “Dude, I told you already, it’s fine, more than fine really! Like I’m literally the one who asked you to.”
Techno still feels guilty and it must show on his face. Because next thing he knows, Quackity is peckering his face with kisses “Let’s go shower yeah? I feel all sticky and shit.” Techno huffs at his bluntness but helps Quackity stand anyway and leads him to the bathroom.
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Phil comes home later that day. He’s glad that Tommy decided to spend the night at Ranboo’s with Tubbo, and Wilbur at Marks. Something to do with starting a band or something.
Either way he’s extremely relived to come home to a quite house, he drops off the grocery’s, that he may or may not have gone over board with. (You would have too after spending over an hour and a half at Walmart) And heads up to Techno’s room to check on him, knocking this time.
Techno answers the door, very clearly having been asleep if the bed head was anything to go by.
“Ah, sorry ya sleeping?”
“Hm, nah not really”
Techno says, half leaning on the door frame, door barely open enough for his torso to fit through.
“Just wanted to let ya know I bought Chinese take out and left it on the counter…in case y’two got hungry.”
“Thanks Dad, ‘ppreciate it”
“Don’t mention it, night son”
“Alright, night.”
And with that Techno closes the door. Not fully taking in his dad’s words.
A muffled “He Knows” comes from a very flushed Quackity trying to burry his face into the thick blankets.
Realization hits Techno like a truck.