DHMIS Who Are We? Fanfiction (Includes Red × Duck)

Chapter 2 PT5: Lol his Knee❤️‍🔥🌸⚠️

(A/N + TW: Hello everyone, I hope you have a nice day! This part contains sexual themes between Red and Duck,
TW: finger b@nging, hair/feather pulling, )

3rd POV

Red tucks Doi in that night like usual, giving him his cat and smoothing his hair back out of his face. He tells him goodnight and Doi hugs Red tightly. "Don't be too long, okay?" Doi whispers.

Red nods. "Of course not, bubs. . ." Red looks away shyly, embarrassed by calling Doi that silly nickname, but it delighted Doi. Doi squeezed Reds hand tightly.

"Thank you," Doi whispers.

Red smiles, feeling better about himself. He moves away from Doi and walks out of the room, shutting the door slightly, leaving a Crack.

Duck had cleaned the kitchen quickly, and waited for Red to come into the living room. When he hears Red heavy footsteps he straightens up, fixing his feathers and crossing his feet. Red comes in and sits down in his chair, not looking at Duck yet. He feels very pleased with himself about Doi and he was glad Doi liked him.

Finally, Red looks over at Duck, smiling slightly. Duck blushes under his feathers. Duck clears his throat, "U-Um-- how was your--" Duck begins, trying to make conversation.

"Get your feathery butt over here," Red smiles, pulling Ducks arm.

Duck quickly climbs into Red chair, standing on his knees on Reds lap to reach Reds face. "Hello dear," Duck smiles. "How was your day?"

"It was. . . Better than yesterday?" Red says, tilting his head.

Duck reaches his wings up, moving Reds hair out of the way of his mouth. Duck sees the bright smile that hides under it and blushes madly, wanting to kiss him so deeply so that he couldn't remember where he was.

They start kissing, Reds tongue darting into Ducks beak and running over Ducks taste buds. He always had a taste metal, almost like blood, but usually the mints he constantly eats covers the taste of it. Red tasted more like coffee, not black coffee, very sweet coffee. His whole mouth tasted like suger and coffee beans. He drank coffee a day, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, inbetween meals and even right before bed. It didn't make him sleep less but it did give him high anxiety and nightmares.

Each other's spit drip down their faces, their breathing heavy, and their minds blurry. Ducks hand travel down Reds chest, down his stomach, to his upper thigh. Reds breathing hitches, grabbing Ducks hand and holding it tightly. Red opens his legs and one of Ducks legs fall off Reds lap, right inbetween Reds thighs. Without noticing, Duck scoots up, trying to get his heights back to meet Reds mouth. Ducks knee hits inbetween Reds legs, and Red gasps, straightening up, his tongue leaving Ducks mouth.

"Are you okay, Dear?" Duck asks confused. Red realizes that Duck doesn't know what his knee is doing. Red breaths deeply, leaning back down to Duck, starting to kiss him again without a word. Red keeps Ducks wing tight in his hand, his crotch throbbing with need against Ducks knee. Duck doesn't notice, he's too busy on moving his tongue against Reds.

Red feels his pulse in his privates throb on and off. He feels embarrassed and wonders if Duck can feel it against his knee. Red grips Ducks wing tightly, starting to leans his waist down into Ducks knee. Duck doesn't notice the shift in Reds height, nor the pulsing of Red's clit on his knee. Red moves his waist again, Ducks knee pressed deeply into Reds privates.

Duck moves his legs again, trying to balance himself. He rubs his knee up and down against Reds clit without realizing, trying to get his other leg further up Reds lap. Red grips Ducks wing, moaning quietly into Ducks mouth. Duck notices Reds moans and moves away from Reds mouth. "What are you--" he sees Reds dark red face, his face as dark as a bruised tomato. "Why you cheeky little---" he starts.

Red grabs the back of Ducks head, pulling him back to him. He shoots his tongue into Ducks mouth, pulling on the feathers on the back of Ducks head. "Ah--" Duck moans, feeling his feathers fluff out. Red moves Ducks hand down the his privates. Duck moves his knee to the left where is other leg is. He let's Red guide his ring and middle finger into him and Red snaps his head back as they enter him, pulling Ducks feathers again.

Duck moves his fingers deep inside of Red, just feeling around at first. He notices how slick inside Red is and moves his fingers together to feel them slide against each other. "Robinnnn," Red complains, telling Duck is playing around.

"Sorry, sorry," Duck chuckles. He spreads his fingers open and Red gasps, moving back some. "You okay, Love?" Duck asks, stopping but not moving out. Red says nothing, he moves back closers to Duck, laying his head on Ducks shoulder. Red nods slightly and Duck continues. Duck moves his fingers in and out of Red and Red keeps his legs spread, twitching every-so-often. "You're doing so good, sweetie," Duck whispers to Red.

Red's legs jerk toegther, pulling Ducks fingers deeper inside him. "Mmm~" Red whimpers. Duck curls his fingers, massaging the inside of Red. Red's never simply gotten off on just inside penatration, usually we needed something rubbing him to get close to finishing. He worried that he'd take too long and Duck would get tired, and stop.

Duck moves his fingers down, finding Reds g-spot. He rubs the top of it and then goes under it, thrusting deeper inside Red. Red grasps Ducks feathers, whimpering quietly, "Robin~"

"Your doing so good, Dearest," Duck whispers. Duck starts thrusting his fingers in and out of Red faster, curling his fingers every so often to catch Red off guard. Red gasps, edging close to his climax.

Duck hits Reds sensitive spot and Red moans loudly, tapping Duck repeatedly to tell him to keep going right there.

"Right here, hun?" Duck asks, messing with the spot he just touched.

"Ah~" Red pulls Ducks feathers, Duck continuing to abuse that spot. Before Red can warn Duck, Red climaxes, gripping Ducks head and his suit. "Ahh~"

Red finishes and taps Duck twice, saying that he's done. Duck understands and moves out of him. "Are you okay, sweetie?" Duck whispers. Red nods, keeping his grip on Ducks feathers. "Are you sure?"

"Just. . . A little overestimated," Red whispers. He closes his legs tightly, and pulls Duck into a tight hug.

Duck thinks for a moment, trying to figure out what overestimated meant. After he couldn't figure it out, he just went with Reds feelings and assumed it was bad thing. Duck didn't want any reciprocation, not right then away way. "How about we go take a shower and then go to bed okay? I'll take care of you tonight," Duck whispers.

Red thought for a second, wondering what Duck ment by taking care of him. He agreed anyway and they walked to the bathroom together, going to wash away the long day.

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