#sub techno

Techno’s voice is completely shot, deep and rasping and growling the words, claws digging into the frame of their door, and if Phil couldn’t see the state of his trousers, he’d think he was seriously hurt.

“Oh Techno,” Phil walked up to Techno, curling a hand around his cheek. Techno shuddered and let out a stifled groan, leaning his head into Phil’s hand, wood splintering under his grasp in the frame.

“Did you just cum from that? Techno holy shit, what the fuck have you done now?” Phil couldn’t deny that that was hot as fuck, but there was definitely something wrong here.

“A-accidentally drank a succubus’ blood, fuck, I need you so bad, holy shit Phil,” Techno lets go of the doorframe and lets himself fall into Phil’s arms, shuddering as Phil caught him and wrapped his arms around him.

Somehow Phil gets Techno to their bed, and when he does, pulling off Techno’s clothes, Techno’s a fucking mess, cum smeared everywhere. “Holy shit you’re a fucking mess.”

“Already came twice on the way home, Phil please—”

Techno shakes as Phil touches him, overstimulated from just that much, and Phil even gets him off by just touching his nipples.

Techno isn’t satisfied even after cumming and falling apart in Phil’s arms another two or three times, and it fucking hurts at this point, it doesn’t feel good anymore but he’s still hard.

“How much did you fucking drink?”

“Please it hurts oh my god Philllllll—” Techno is practically incoherent in Phil’s arms at this point, just begging and sobbing, begging for more just as much as he’s begging for it to stop. Tech’s just as sensitive as he was before, with no signs of it stopping anytime soon, but Phil knows Techno can’t take much more of this.

Eventually Phil realizes that wait, fuck, they’ve gotta flush the succubus blood out of Techno‘s system. Phil runs to the kitchen, ignoring Techno’s distressed pleas as he leaves, and grabs some of the extra blood they have stored just in case. He’d let Techno drink his blood, but he prefers to keep himself fully stocked up on blood just in case Techno ever needs a power up to save their asses.

He shushes Techno as he comes back, poor thing now desperately rutting against a pillow but it’s not nearly enough. “I’m sorry I had to leave Tech but I need you to be good and drink this for me, okay?”

Techno’s shaking as he takes the bag from Phil, puncturing it with his fangs. He drinks it, moaning around it, and he cums as he finishes the bag, eyes shut and he looks blissful, even as he’s still shaking, covered in cum, tears, and now blood.

“Good boy Techno, such a good boy.” Phil takes the bag from Techno, tossing it into the trash, and he wraps his mouth around Techno’s cock, hoping the new blood will help to subdue the effects of the succubus, and help Techno to calm down soon.

Techno’s hips jerk up just a little bit into Phil’s mouth, obviously restraining himself as much as he can, as his claws now tear straight through the sheets and into the fabric of the mattress.

Eventually the effects do subside, just as Phil hoped, leaving Techno just horny and sensitive enough that he’s able to just pass out on the bed, leaving Phil to clean him up a bit before joining him.

ᗧ••Bonus••ᗣ

ᗣ Techno gets more powerful with the new blood on top of what he’s already drank, so he is absolutely gonna break shit (probably tear more holes in their mattress, probably break the bed). Also his eyes were glowing red.

ᗣ a conversation from later in the morning:

Techno: “I’m never drinking another demon’s blood again”

Phil: “that’s what you said the last time” (a reference to when they first met)