Enough || Quackbur

BONUS CHAPTER: That Night In Pogtopia...

The temptation was strong and I had to do it, friends. Enjoy ;)

also, a reminder that this is all characters and not IRL (even if quackity's real name is used a few times) this is not cc's, this is c's, and if you wanna complain then do it elsewhere

Smut warning!

Wilbur and Quackity watched as Techno and Tommy shut the wooden trapdoor behind them, their steps slightly echoing throughout the stone walls as they walked away. It was silent between the duck hybrid and the somewhat crazy brunette.
Quackity grew nervous in Wilbur's presence, especially now that they were alone. He gulped slightly, "Uh... I should head back... to Schlatt... I-I'm his husband, after all, he'll notice I'm gone-" Quackity stuttered as he went to leave. "He probably won't, actually, who am I kidding?" 

Wilbur heard his last sentence and turned to him, grabbing him by the wrist carefully. "He won't notice you're gone, you say?"
Quackity stopped, looking at him. "I- uh-"
"He's a bad husband to you, Quackity. Admit it." He stepped closer to him, still holding his wrist, but he moved his hand down, holding Quackity's hand in his.
Quackity gulped lightly, he went to speak, but he knew it was true. He looked away.
Wilbur noticed, "How does he treat you, Quackity?"
"...He-...He only yells at me, I swear."
"If that's the first thing you say, then I doubt that's the truth."
Quackity sighed with a small smile, "You are annoyingly smart."
Wilbur chuckled, "Come on. Let's sit and talk."

Wilbur sat on his bed, glaring at the floor, full of hate for that ridiculous president. "You don't deserve all that, Quackity."
Quackity perked up at his words but looked away. "There's nothing I can do."
"...He doesn't deserve you," Wilbur said, gripping the bedsheets slightly. "He doesn't treat you right."
Quackity hugged himself, "I kno-"
"You know what though? I can do better."
"What?" Quackity looked up at him, confused and surprised.
"I can do better than him. I can treat you so much better than Schlatt can, Quackity." Wilbur turned to him, holding his hands. He looked into his eyes.

Quackity breathed a bit heavy, flustered. "Wilbur... I-"
"Quackity, listen to me." Wilbur let go of one of his hands, caressing Quackity's cheek with it. "...Does he make you feel good?"
Quackity blushed brightly, "Will-!"
"Does he?" He asked seriously.
Quackity's face was all red, he shyly looked back at Wilbur, feeling submissive under his gaze. He let out a shaky breath of nervousness and excitement. "N-Not really." He answered.
Wilbur's gaze softened seeing that Quackity was nervous. "Alex Quackity..."
Quackity gulped lightly, "Y-Yes...?"
"Will you allow me to make you feel good?"
Quackity's face blew up with blush. "Ah- um-" He was nervous, thinking about his answer. He loved Wilbur, he couldn't deny that, but... if Schlatt finds out?

"I promise that Schlatt won't find out. I'll be careful... we'll only do what you're comfortable with, okay?" He used his thumb to gently rub Quackity's cheek.
Quackity calmed, leaning into his touch. "...As long as you know how to hide hickies and any other marks you make." He chuckled.
Wilbur smiled, "Of course I do, darling~" He scooted closer, leaning in but pausing before their lips met. He looked into Quackity's eyes, "...May I?" He asked softly as he glanced down at Quackity's lips but quickly looked back.
Quackity sucked in a small breath, his heart was racing. Something about this felt so different compared to when he did it with Schlatt in the past. He nodded nervously.
"I need words, baby."
Quackity let out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding, "Y-Yes... you m-may."

Wilbur smiled, closing the distance between them and deeply kissing the duck hybrid.
Quackity didn't hesitate a second when kissing back. The kiss was deep, full of love and lust, but still so gentle, and not forceful, and my god did he love it. His heart fluttered as he felt Wilbur's hand travel down his jawline and neck, past his collarbone, and onto his chest, carefully pushing Quackity back onto the mattress. Quackity complied, laying back carefully, and feeling Wilbur crawl over him, gently, but passionately pinning his hands up, above Quackity's head, and into the bed.
Quackity let out a small whimper of excitement, adoring how gentle, yet passionate Wilbur was. His touch felt so... enchanting. He just wanted more, he craved more, he needed more.
Wilbur slowly pulled away from the sweet kiss, looking into Quackity's eyes. He chuckled at Quackity's helpless expression, "We haven't even started and you look so helpless, darling~" He teased.
Quackity blushed, pouting slightly as he looked away. "Sh-Shut up."
The taller snickered, leaning in as he kissed Quackity's jawline, quickly leading his kisses down to his neck, and he felt Quackity's body slightly tense.
Quackity released a small mewl of anticipation, feeling Wilbur's surprisingly soft lips against his neck, peppering little kisses on the sensitive skin, it made him melt. It felt so much better than he could have ever imagined.