ONESHOTS // MCYT / DSMP

Spilt Wine

TW//CW: Alcohol, Lime, Bottombur, Masochism, Sadism

[Published: December 21st, 2021]
[Not edited since published]

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Wilbur was making his way over to Las Navadas, he wanted to apologize to Quackity and talk about their relationship. When he got to the sign, he didn't go farther because Quackity said he wasn't allowed to do that.

Quackity was walking around the fountain, trying to clear his mind. He spotted Wilbur, 'Oh great, another thing to make me lose my shit'. He went over to the taller and greeted him.

"What do you want, Wilbur?" He questioned, his arms crossed.

"Well, Quackity, I wanted to talk to you about a few things."

"What are they?" He asked, suspecting the other.

"Could we talk somewhere... a little more professional?"

Quackity rolled his eyes, "Fine," He sighed, dreading what he set himself up for.

Quackity brought them to his office and offered wine as they sat down. Wilbur agreed and Quackity grabbed glasses and the bottle of wine and poured some for the both of them.

"So, what did you want to talk about?"

Wilbur took a deep breath, "Quackity, I-... I want to apologize,"

Quackity was taken aback, "For...?" He asked, unsure if Wilbur means it.

"For everything I've done to you, I'm sorry,"

"Are you being serious? Are you sure and not lying to me?"

"Of course, Quackity, I'm genuinely sorry for all that I've done and I want you to know. You don't have to accept my apology as what I did isn't necessarily forgivable, I just want you to know that I'm really sorry."

He watched the other's expressions and found that he is one-hundred percent being honest.

"I- Wilbur, this is kind of sudden, I need to think more about this."

"And that's fine," Quackity could tell Wilbur was thinking about what he did, Quackity saw the hurt in his eyes.

Silence filled the air for a moment before Quackity decided to speak, "Wil, I- I'm not sure if I can forgive you yet. If I ever do, it's going to be a 'forgive, but not forget' situation."

He could see the older's heart chip away at what he said.

"Fair enough," Wilbur picked up his glass of wine and went to take another sip, but it ended up spilling all over himself.

"Oh shit," Quackity said while grabbing some napkins, "Here," He handed some to Wilbur and used the rest on the table where some of the wine spilt, using Wilbur's thigh as support. He looked over to Wil and saw that his face had gone red.

"You alright there, Wilbur?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Quackity," He was about to continue cleaning up the spilt wine, but he noticed something different about Wilbur's pants.

He got an idea and internally smirked at his cruel thoughts. He slowly moved his hand up Wil's thigh, acting innocently as he continued to clean.

As Quackity's hand reached further up his thigh, he told him, "Quackity, your hand," He tried to say, calmly.

"What?" Quackity asked as if it was not his own doing. He looks at Wilbur with a smug grin, he definitely knows what he's doing. He spotted some wine dripping off of the taller's neck and got another idea.

"Oh, you have some on your neck, I can help clean that off." He sits on his lap and licks the wine off, Wilbur wrapped his arms around the other's hips. He hears Wilbur's breath get heavy and starts to suck harshly on his neck, he was definitely going to leave some hickeys.

"Qu-Quackity," He bites into his neck, knowing the older is a masochist. The older muffles an audible moan, he bites harder, making where he bit start to bleed. The older let out a more clear moan and Quackity licked the blood off.

Quackity knew he was trying to silence the moans and he wasn't having any of it.

"Why are you so quiet?" He asked in an innocent-sounding voice, keyword: sounding.

"Qua-" He cut off Wilbur by pushing hard onto his crotch, the older moaning loudly as he couldn't suppress the noise. Wilbur looked down in embarrassment, but the shorter knew he liked it.

"Aw~" He cooed, "Are you embarrassed?" Quackity cupped Wilbur's face and made the taller look at him, his eyes were still looking away.

"Look at me," The shorter demanded, the taller listened. Quackity caught the other off guard by kissing him on the lips, caressing his cheek as he does so. Wilbur eventually kissed back and it turned into a make-out session. He bit Wilbur's lip, making the older open his mouth and he slipped his tongue into the other's mouth.

He felt two slow taps on the side of his thigh, he pulled away from Wilbur, "Sorry," He continued doing what he was doing before, except not as fast.

He explored Wil's mouth as their tongues danced around each other slowly. He moved Wilbur's jacket out the way, sliding his hand up his shirt.

Suddenly, the door opened.

"Quackity from Las Nevadas, there's-" Slime stared at them and they stared back.

"Should I come back later?"

"Yes, Slime," Quackity answered.

"Okay," He left and closed the door behind him. Quackity realized what he was doing and stopped.

Wilbur noticed his sudden change of emotion, "Are you alright?" He placed his hand on top of Quackity's cheek.

He placed his hand on top of the taller's, rubbing circles, "Wilbur, I-... I'm sorry," He took Wilbur's hand off his face and stood up, he fixed himself and started to walk away.

He looked back at Wilbur and gave a weak smile, "I'm sorry, but I'm just not ready to love yet." And with that, he left the room. Wilbur stayed on the chair for a moment, processing what happened.

He smiled softly and muttered, "I'll wait for you,"