𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ❤︎

We Deserve A Day Off. | 🔞

Quackity's and Schlatt's sex life, was, interesting, to say the least. They weren't new to it of course, they had made sweet love on the very night of their wedding. Q knew that the other had quite a hard time showing affection and love towards him, and maybe, well, sex was his way to show that.
The duck hybrid sighed, clicking his pen before getting back to his work, his laptop open beside him had gone black from the time he had wasted daydreaming. He had quickly held down the power button and logged in once again, heading back to whatever exhausting site he was on before.

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Quiet heaves and shudders erupted from the man, forcing himself to stay silent as his saliva-soaked hand repeatedly bounced up and down on his already aching cock. He was already needing pleasure, craving it, he found it absolutely fucking pathetic. It was what, only 1 PM? 2 PM? He honestly did not know the exact time and he did not care either. All he could really focus on was the pleasure he was attempting to give himself. Thrusting his hips into his hand, shifting positions every few minutes. He just needed something to satisfy him. He was already sadly addicted to the feeling. The ram hybrid really did not care who caught him in the act, who was there to get mad at him for masturbating in his office, his boss?
He didn't care about any sort of trouble he could get into, he just focused about getting himself to the edge, where he can ejaculate and get this over with. But of course someone would soon walk in on him.

I mean, what kind of story would this be if someone didn't?

"Hey boss, brought a few papers I finished loo—"

Yep, here we go.

The sound of the office door closing behind the vice president was the only sound to be heard after they both had fallen silent. Schlatt letting out a sigh of relief over the fact that the one who walked in just happened to be the one he was married too. His breath hitched as he felt his own hand leave his length, brushing imaginary dust off his white dress shirt that he still had on. There was a short moment of awkward silence before the ram had an idea.
"Lock the door and get on your knees, now." The older commanded, waiting for Quackity to get ready for him. Q had a somewhat shocked look on his face before walking over and placing the papers on the man's desk.

Loosening his tie, Quackity felt as if it was choking him, somewhat nervous. He immediately remembered that he needed to lock the door and quickly rushed over to do so before heading back towards his partner. He got onto his knees in front of the man, who was in fact wearing nothing but the white top. Feeling the ram quickly shove him under the desk, closing the space between them until Q's nose was pressed against the president's thigh. "Do good and I'll reward you, ducky." He said, the nickname adding a sarcastic touch to his tone. Quackity rolled his eyes, hearing the sound of Schlatt writing some random signature on a piece of paper above him. "Yeah yeah, you're a bastard." The duck hybrid replied, before gently wrapping a hand around the base of the president's length. He wanted a reaction out of the older and he would get it.
Q started placing small kitten licks on the tip of the other's cock, not getting any reaction whatsoever, unless Schlatt had made a facial expression the younger could not see. He started to quietly wrap his mouth around his length, almost painfully slowly. He took his time. The duck hybrid was satisfied when he finally heard his superior mutter something.
  "Goddamnit Q, just suck me off already, pussy."
  Quackity had listened, taking Schlatt down closer to the base, soon removing his hand to go all the way to the base of his length. Although, he eventually gagged and had to pull back a bit so we would be able to breathe, the gag sent so damn sweet vibrations to his lover, an audible gasp was let out by the older. There was more sounds of the ram writing down stuff on his paperwork. Oh how badly the president wanted to just thrust himself down his partner's throat, how severely he wanted to watch the poor man beneath him gag and choke on his length, trying to offer himself any small portion of air.
  The duck hybrid already noticeably had a tent in his pants, as Quackity kept his mouth wrapped around the ram's length, he started to try to unzip his own pants. Anything to try to make him feel the slightest bit restrained by his hard-on which ached in his boxers.
  "Already hard? Hard from just sucking my dick? Pathetic, Alex." The use of his real name was the thing that had gotten to him, that made him shudder, that made his cock twitch out of anticipation. Quackity started to try to palm himself through his boxers, letting out small moans around Schlatt's length, only to be stopped by a hand in his hair and sharp words spitting out of the older's mouth. "Don't fucking touch yourself, not until I say so, slut."
  This only made the duck hybrid whimper, before he could even think of anything to do or say, the ram had the younger held down by the head, thrusting his hips into Quackity's throat. Tears pricked at the duck's eyes as he choked at the sudden movement, attempting to keep himself held up.
  The ram continued on with this for a while, of course letting the other breathe whenever he felt like he was being too harsh on the poor thing. Muttering words about how he always has to do the work around here.
  "You better swallow," He warned, the words sounding like a breath. Before you knew it Schlatt had thrusted one last time, burrying himself in the vice's throat and letting out the load of his seed. Quackity of course gagged for a moment, but did swallow the semen like how the president commanded.

  Oh what poor of a condition the boy was in, his cock still erect underneath his clothing as it ached to be touched, for any slightest bit of contact. Pants unzipped and not even fully taken off, wrapped around his knees like rope. Shirt wrinkled and filled with sweat. The older loved the sight of it, even with how plain sadistic that may sound.
  Even with how rough Schlatt may get, he of course still cared for his lover, pulling the vice up and onto his lap, running a hand through the raven hair as he pulled off that sweat filled LAFD beanie. He helped the younger slip off his shirt, Quackity also going to unbutton the ram's shirt. Schlatt pulled off the other's pants all the way, following with his boxers. These movements were oddly way more gentle and caring than before, possibly even considered a form of 'aftercare' after the man had just mercilessly fucked the vice's throat.
  Schlatt caressed the younger, one hand on Q's waste as the other went to cover his length, marvelously looking at how his hand could almost cover the whole thing. He slowly started to jerk his partner off, leaning over to kiss, bite, and suck at partners neck. Quackity whimpered slightly and started letting out small moans and pants at the pleasure he was finally receiving, rolling his own head back as if to offer more access to his neck for the ram. "You're doing so good, Q, so good." He praised, the younger shuddering with satisfaction. Soon he released his load with a low groan, it splattering on the president's stomach. They were able to sit there for a few moments, enjoying their company before the older had to get up to clean both of them up, mainly with just a rag.

  "I think we both deserve a day off."