Quackity walked into his room with urgency. He woke up that morning feeling something he hadn't felt in a long time, and all day he's been letting his mind wander. Slowly, he turned himself on and soon enough he was hard as a rock.
He snuck out of his meeting to pleasure himself in his bedroom. In his rush, he never locked the door.
He reached under his bed and pulled out the lube and a few toys, all of which were hidden so he'd never have to explain to Slime what they were.
He stripped himself quickly, way too horny to care where his nice clothes ended up. He laid on his back on his bed and covered one hand in lube. Just as he was about to finger himself open so he'd easily fit his vibrator, he paused. He contemplated what he was about to do, slightly embarrassed; knowing that someone was bound to come looking for him since he was supposed to be in some political meeting... But he didn't care anymore. He shoved two fingers inside himself and scissored his hole open.
He moaned at the stretch, not caring how loud he was. After a bit he added a third finger, happy with himself at how quick he was going. He rolled around a bit before pulling his fingers out.
Quackity lubed his vibrator and rolled onto his stomach. He slowly pushed the toy inside himself, moaning quietly.
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Wilbur walked down the hallways in search for Quackity. He offered to do it for Slime since Slime was searching the rest of Las Nevadas for the duck.
"What are you doing, Slime?" Wilbur asked as Slime ran out of room in a panic.
"Hello Wilbur from L'manberg!" Slime greeted. "I'm looking for Quackity from Las Nevadas. He vanished!"
"Oh?" Wilbur smirked. "Do you need help? Las Nevadas is a big country."
"Could you, Wilbur from L'manberg?" Slime seemed relieved.
"Of course," Wilbur wanted to find Quackity first. "Tell you what, I'll look for him here. You go look everywhere else, deal?"
"Perfect!" Slime ran off.
Wilbur put his ear up to Quackity's bedroom door. He heard a moan and smirked, but his face dropped as he realized that Quackity must have someone with him. He couldn't imagine the duck leaving a meeting to jerk off alone. He was, however, curious to see who the lucky man was.
He waited for the room to get quiet, which only took about five minutes, then opened the door just in time to see Quackity push the vibrator up his ass. Wilbur entered the room and shut the door as quietly as he could, then snuck over to the bed.
Quackity had his face hidden in the pillows. He wasn't moving, so Wilbur assumed he was just adjusting to the new intrusion in his ass. The remote to the toy was sat near Quackity's head, so Wilbur picked it up and sat in a nearby chair, just out of view of Quackity.
He turned the vibrator on and watched as Quackity sat up to search for the remote. He turned it up; Quackity whined as he continued to search for the remote. Wilbur turned it up to the third setting out of ten.
Quackity gave up for a moment, letting himself fall to the bed with his ass in the air. He moaned quietly. Wilbur turned the toy off and Quackity shot up and spun around.
"Hello, darling," Wilbur smirked, shaking the remote in his hand.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Quackity yanked blankets over himself and adjusted to sit on his knees.
"Well, Slime was looking for you," Wilbur turned the toy on to the first setting. "I decided to help. But when I saw this pathetic scene, I had to join. Make you look less alone."
"I- I'm not alone!" Quackity's voice quivered as he stuttered. "Give the- hah~ Give the remote back."
"See.... I don't think I want to," he turned the vibrator up to its max setting, laughing to himself as Quackity's entire body shook and he covered his mouth.
Wilbur stood up and and walked towards Quackity like a predator walking towards prey. He kneeled on the bed, right in front Quackity. "I'll leave if you really want me to." he took off Quackity's beanie and tossed it to the floor, then tucked some of Quackity's long hair behind his ear. Quackity's head fell to the side and into Wilbur's hand.
"I don't know," Quackity's eyes fell shut and let himself relax and moan quietly.
"If it's ever a no, tell me," Wilbur kissed his forehead. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
Quackity nodded, so Wilbur laid him down on the bed. He made sure Quackity was on stomach with his ass in the air again and turned the vibrator down. Quackity whined.
"Don't worry, duckling," Wilbur massaged his thighs and kissed just beneath his tail.
He then sat back and changed the setting every few minutes, going high to low and back up again. He found Quackity's reactions to be highly amusing. He'd wiggle his ass almost teasingly and moan loudly. Most of what he said was in Spanish, but Wilbur didn't care. He kept messing with the duck with occasional praise.
"¡Tocame!" Quackity moaned when Wilbur put the toy to the highest setting again.
Wilbur laughed. "I don't know what that means, mon amour."
"Please, Wilbur!" Quackity rocked back, forcing Wilbur to resist the urge to just fuck him. "Touch me!"
Wilbur leaned over him, pressing Quackity's ass to his own clothed dick and laying on Quackity's back. "Okay," he reached around to the duck's front and started jerking him off.
He dropped the remote to focus on Quackity, loving how he can feel the strong vibration against his dick though it still vibrated in Quackity's ass.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Quackity moaned, grinding his ass against Wilbur.
"Come on, duckling," Wilbur jerked him off faster. "You can cum."
Quackity came seconds later with a loud moan. He would've fallen over if Wilbur wasn't holding him up.
"Good boy," he praised in Quackity's ear. "Did so good." he kissed Quackity's shoulder.
Quackity hummed.
"Can I take your toy out?" he asked in a sweet tone. Quackity nodded, so Wilbur did.
Wordlessly, he tossed the toy to the bed and helped Quackity up to go shower. As they passed the door, Fundy walked in.
"What the fuck?" the fox asked as scanned the sight in front of him.
Wilbur moved Quackity to be shielded by his body. "Get out, Fundy. Quackity is busy."
"I don't even wanna know," Fundy left.
Wilbur brought Quackity to the shower and told him to clean himself up while he took care of Quackity's bed.
By the time the duck was done, Wilbur had changed the sheets and was about to leave.
"Where the fuck are you going?"
"I figured you'd be headed back to that meeting you ditched," Wilbur smirked.
"No," Quackity crossed his arms. "You don't get to do that and leave. And that meeting can be put off for another day. Get your ass over here."
"Why should I?" Wilbur leaned against the wall.
Quackity rolled his eyes, walked over to him, and grabbed him by the hair. "Because I fucking said so."
He dragged Wilbur to the bed and threw him down, then sat on his hips. "You tell anyone about this and I'll fucking kill you."
Wilbur put his hands up in mock surrender. "Deal."
Quackity layed down on top of him, hiding his face in Wilbur's neck and tucking his hands under Wilbur's shoulders. Wilbur wrapped his arms around and gently scratched his back. Quackity fell asleep with conflicting thoughts and Wilbur stayed awake to live in the moment. He was screwed with his much he loved the duck on top of him.
