𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 // quackbur

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『 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 』

God, was he hot.

Wilbur couldn't hold back anymore. With the mix of alcohol and cigarettes, he found himself slowly losing control over his actions. Alex's lips looked so kissable. He craved them as if they were a drug.

Wil couldn't help himself. He scooted closer to Quackity on the beige couch, ready for anything. Alex awkwardly laughed, staring at Wilbur. He wasn't as drunk as Wil was.

"Whatcha doing there, pretty boy?" Alex teased, staring into Wilbur's soulless brown eyes.

"You're so fucking hot." Wilbur unknowingly confessed.

Alex flushed, moving slightly closer to him. "I'm certainly not as hot as you."

Their faces were inches away. They could feel each other's breath. Alcohol and cigarettes. What a nice mix.

The two made close eye contact, a wave of confidence washing over Wilbur.

"May I?" Wilbur whispered, earning a small nod from Alex.

The gap between their lonely, longing lips disappeared as they crashed against each other.

Lust. Fucking lust. It felt like a kiss full of hatred and terrible memories. Yet, it was needed. They needed, and more importantly, wanted this

Alex felt almost loved, but still hated the man who was kissing him. But he was so perfect. He found himself stuck in denial.

They pulled away, yet kept their faces inches apart.

"I fucking hate you, Wil." Alex exhaled, smirking up at the revived man.

"I love you too, lover boy~" Wilbur slurred his words. His tone was poisonous. The venom seeped through Alex's skin.

"Bitch." Alex mumbled, connecting his and Wil's lips once more.