𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑐𝑘𝐵𝑢𝑟 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 <3

The last night on earth? Pt.1

Wilbur walked through the doorway to his bedroom, seeing Quackity sat in his desk chair.
"What are you doing here?" Wilbur asked, more than happy to see his duckling.
"Not much, just saw your house and remembered I had the spare key." Quackity seemed a little down, he was trying so hard not to let slip- trying to make himself sound as happy as he normally is, but he let it crack just a little and now the gig was off.

"You sound sad duckling, what's wrong?" He asked his boyfriend, if you could call him that.
Wilbur and Quackity had been calling each other pet names, making out and having sex like a couple would, but they had never said anything about it. Never had they spoken and asked eachother out, they just started to slip into the cycle of a relationship.

Quackity jumped up at Wilbur and kissed him passionately.
Wilbur was slightly startled but melted into the make out session immediately.
"Wilbur," Quackity almost moaned, "we haven't done anything in such a long time!" He made sure to drag out the 'e' in time, "just touch me like you did last time!"

Wilbur had found the problem; he had been away on 'business' with Tommy, he had been visiting Technoblade and Philza, while his house was on the outskirts of Las Nevadas.
Because of the trip length he hadn't seen Quackity in at least 3 weeks, with normal make out sessions happening every 3-4 days.

"Are you touch starved my darling?" Wilbur said in a fake sad tone.

"Oh very~" Quackity replied in a posh tone.

As Quackity's arms were already draped around wilburs neck, Wilbur hoisted him up onto his hips and carried him over to his bedroom.

Quackity nuzzled his face into the older one's neck, before he started his attack. It started simple, light kisses trailing from ear to collar, getting more vicious as he progressed.

Wilbur dropped the two onto the freshly made bed, falling on top of Quackity. In a swift movement Quackity had flipped over, and was now on top of Wilbur, locking eyes and kissing.

Quackity left small love bites and bruises trailing the others neck as he replied with small, light moans.

Wilbur put his rough fingers under Quackity's chin and lifted his head lightly, pulling their lips together.

Although Wilbur might have been a bottom in bed, he was the king of kisses, tongue sliding in the other's mouth after only one lip bite for entrance.

Quackity let out low moans as Wilbur's tongue slid around his mouth, hitting all soft spots as if he owned Quackity's mouth like his own.

The two broke the kiss, gasping for air before going back to the sweet kiss, soft lips clashing as per usual.

Wilbur moaned softly once again, "Duckling~ what are we going to do"

Quackity responded roughly, "well love, were going to fuck like there's no time left on earth~" his voice was low and straightforward, sending pleasant chills down wilburs neck.

Quackity started to caress wilburs cheek as he continued to kiss his body, however he lived down past his collar bones, and onto his chest.

Wilbur started to unbutton Quackity's shirt, as Quackity did the same to Wilbur.
Now bare chested, Quackity's small duck wings had emerged out of nowhere in particular.

Wilbur stroked the golden wings, running his fingers through delicately.
Quackity stopped trying to hide his moans as the sensitive spots on his wings were touched, moaning into the deepest corners of the room.

Even though Quackity was top, it seemed Wilbur was in control.

Quackity had had enough of being controlled in this bedroom, and started to grind on wilburs lap, causing Wilbur to get startled and lose control.

~to be continued~