Phil knows he shouldn't be bothering Techno right now, but he also knows nobody will stop him.
He is The Crowfather. The commune is his in everything except maybe name. And the price of his protection is that Phil can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, which includes visiting their resident human while he's recovering from his latest foolishness.
The Pube has a small infirmary near the back of the building, put there when they were all still building houses and the now-bar served as more of a community base. Normally, when somebody is injured or falls sick, they'd prefer to recover in their own home. But Techno is somewhat of an exception. Everybody has an invested interest in keeping an eye on him, and Phil suspects Techno doesn't exactly mind the attention.
He finds the human on a bed back there, fast asleep. It does cross Phil's mind to leave him be, but only for a moment.
He clears his throat loud enough for Techno to startle awake, and tries not to enjoy the human squirming a little bit at the image he makes, wings spread out and blocking the door, his expression one of light disapproval. Techno grins, the guilty sort of grin that implies he knows exactly why Phil came by.
"Hey, uh, what's up, Phil?"
Phil relishes in the way Techno's voice wavers just the slightest amount, unsure where this encounter will go.
"How are you feeling?" Phil asks.
"Fine," Techno says quickly. And when Phil takes a step forward, he buckles immediately. "Better now that I've taken a nap."
"Oh, I bet. Heard you got in a little over your head with Schlatt earlier."
Techno purses his lips, seemingly annoyed that Phil is saying this. Well, that's just too bad, isn't it? If Techno doesn't want to be chided like a petulant child, he shouldn't behave like one.
"He already apologized," Techno says. "So don't get mad at him, I was practically asking for it."
Phil blinks down at him while slowly, his smile grows. "I'm well aware. That's why I'm here, getting mad at you instead."
And Techno does hunch in on himself a little at those words, scowling. Phil would feel guilty if he didn't enjoy it too damn much.
Still, he tucks his wings closer to his back, and crosses the rest of the distance to sit on the bed, allowing Techno to relax. He's not looking for that sort of play today. No use in hunting prey that can't run away, either.
"Mad and concerned," Phil says. "You're sure you're good?"
"Scott checked me out," Techno says. "I'm fine, really. Tired, feeling shaky until the poison wears off. But fine. Learned my lesson, too. Don't agitate the spider hybrid during sex."
"Pity, since you're so very good at that," Phil says.
"Agitating people?" Techno asks, amused.
Techno levels him with a look. "Very funny."
"I know." The elytrian puts his hand down, onto Techno's leg. He pushes then, keeping it pinned while his touch travels upwards. "All the same, I wouldn't be a good leader of this commune if I didn't do my due diligence and checked you out myself."
Techno's hand grabs his wrist, and Phil stops, only because he's feeling nice. Though he knows from experience how laughably easy it is to overpower their human. "Phil," Techno says, pleads really. And he's looking at Phil so adorably, like he actually thinks the big blue eye act is going to work. "Do you have to? I'm tired."
Phil tilts his head, pretending to consider it. But then he moves forward, and Techno does angle his chin to the side, only exhaling shakily when Phil's lips meet the skin of his neck.
He's lived in the commune for three years now. He knows exactly what's expected of him.
"I have to," Phil says, hand moving again. Techno is already hard. Hypocrite.
"Okay," Techno breathes, hips bucking up a little in search of friction. "Then I can sleep some more?"
Phil scoffs. "You definitely won't have the energy for anything else, trust me."
