When he loves me. (Quacknoblade.)

Feathers~

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*Technos POV*:

I woke up, feeling small kisses on my chest. I looked down to see quackity nipping on my chest.

"What are you doing.." I asked gripping onto his hips. He grinned at me and kissed my neck slowly.

I sighed and bit hardly on his neck.

"O-OW!" He yelped. He held onto his neck and tried pushing out of my grip but couldn't.

"That hurt you dumbass!" He said adding a bit of attitude to the last word. He then started hitting my shoulder to loosen my grip, and I did so. Smart kid.

I got up and pulled him closer to me, positioning him on my lap. He rolled his eyes sarcastically. I suddenly kissed him, startling him constantly.

Wet noises and small moans escaped our mouths. The kiss was a bit sloppy but it didn't really bother us.

He let go of the kiss and head down to my neck, leaving huge hickeys that he seemed to be proud of. I smiled and planted a kiss on his head before getting up.

"I have to get to work now." I said to quackity. He groaned.

"Pick my upppp." He said whining.

"I'll play with you later." I said putting on clothes.

"And when's later?" He said rolling his eyes.

"Dunno." I said. I looked through quackitys drawer and searched for clothes that looked appropriate to wear infront of guests, for short, Tommy.

'What..- he doesn't even-'

I looked back at him and tilted my head.

"Do you NOT have any appropriate clothes?" I asked him. He laughed for a second.

"HAHA, Well, why do I need 'appropriate' clothes when I live with only you?" He asked.

"Tommy's here." I said, trying to keep my calm.

"Yeah,yeah. I know." He said as he plopped back into the mattress.

I sighed briefly.

"I really have to get to work now, so change into better clothes and play with tommy or something. And DONT do bad things.." I pointed out.

"Bad things...??" Quackity mumbled to himself, trying to process what I meant. I throw him a towel and one if my shirts, and walked out the room.

"GO SHOWER TOO." I shouted from out the door. I heard him scoff and get out of bed. I rushed downstairs to my office and quickly settle down.

I sighed and began to set up my computer, filled with tons of notes.
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*Quackitys POV*:

I sighed and wobbled to the bathroom with the clothes and the towel folded in my hands. I started to strip and looked at myself in the mirror, scanning every part of my body.

"I'm hot." I said grinning. I saw all the marks on my neck, all the way to my thighs that were left from techno. Then something hit me.

"Shit!- How do I hide these fuckin marks?! Techno, that piece of shit-" I sighed. I walked over to the shower and turned it on. I closed the curtains and cleaned myself off.
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*40 minutes later.**