"Ready to go, baby?" Quackity asked as he fixed his red tie in the mirror in his room. Wilbur was in the bathroom getting ready.
Phil had invited them over for a family dinner. Quackity has spent a lot of time trying to get on all of their good sides, and Wilbur wasn't much help. Wilbur was so obsessed with Quackity that the duck was fairly certain his boyfriend had no idea what conversations took place.
"No...." Wilbur's voice came from next to him, so Quackity turned to the taller man. He was standing in his boxers and looking at his feet in embarrassment.
Quackity smirked when he saw what was wrong. "Awww, babyyyyy," he blushed. "Who got you hard?"
Wilbur blushed heavily, a lot more than Quackity was. "You did, sir. W-when you smacked my ass earlier..."
Quackity hummed and started pushing Wilbur towards the bed gently. "But that was a joke. It wasn't meant to be kinky," he teased with a smile.
"I- I know, but.... It was a perfect mix of pain and pleasure," his voice came out whiney and desperate. "And my mind when to a hundred different scenarios and then I looked down and- Please help me?"
The back of Wilbur's knees hit the bed. "What position do you want to be in, cutie?"
Wilbur's face lit up and he lightly pushed Quackity back so he could move. He went to his boyfriend's side of the bed and knelt down, his chest on the bed and his knees on the ground. Quackity walked around the side of the bed to see.
He was living for the position. It's rare when Wilbur bottoms, but it is so hot when he does.
He kneeled behind the taller and massaged his ass. "Mmm I like this position," he kissed Wilbur's back. "All on display; just for me."
"Please," Wilbur whined. "Fuck me, Quackity."
Quackity hummed and leaned over to get the lube off of the nightstand. "How could I say no when you look this beautiful." Once the lube was in his hand, he paused. "Are we using a condom, baby, or do you just want to shower after?"
"Shower after," Wilbur said as he was palming himself. Usually, Quackity would tell him to stop it, but today they had somewhere to be, so it'd have to be quick. And therefore the duck wasn't going to try to stop the other from pleasuring himself.
He pulled Wilbur's boxers down. "Prep or go?"
"Go."
Quackity smirked as he pulled his own dick out. He lubed it quickly, then kissed the other's back as he pushed in.
Wilbur moaned and grinded backwards onto Quackity's dick. Once the duck bottomed out, he waited all of two seconds before absolutely railing Wilbur into the side of the bed. The ex president grabbed Quackity's pillow and hid his face in it. Quackity didn't mind at all.
"Doing so good, baby," he praised. "Taking me so well."
Quackity loved being degraded, and so did Wilbur. But they came to an agreement that Quackity won't really degrade Wilbur because he's afraid of being becoming Schlatt, and Wilbur will only do it to a certain point. They decided that praise was something Quackity always needed to hear when they had sex. Whether it be him speaking it or Wilbur, Quackity had to hear it in order to be comfortable.
Wilbur moaned loudly and Quackity wished he could be recording it. He loved Wilbur's sounds even if he'd never admit to it. He reached around the front of his boyfriend and started jerking him off, hoping to speed up the process.
Wilbur's moans got louder, but he wasn't announcing his end yet. Quackity continued to whisper quiet praises to his beautiful boyfriend as he gradually went faster and harder.
The ex president's legs began shaking uncontrollably, so Quackity held his hips to keep him up. The adjustment made it so he was thursting directly into Wilbur's prostate almost everytime he slammed his hips forward.
Wilbur turned his head from the pillow so he could breathe and he was moaning much louder than before. Quackity smiled at him and started speaking his praise in Spanish.
"Ahh~~ sir~ I-I'm gonna cu- hah~~ cum!~" Wilbur arched his back as he waited permission. Quackity smirked.
"Go ahead, baby," he leaned down to whisper in his ear, but his thrusts never slowed. "You can cum, but I'm gonna use you until I do... Is that okay?"
Wilbur came with a pleasured scream rather than a moan, too busy with that to answer Quackity's question, so Quackity slowed down a lot.
"Use me- please sir~" Wilbur whined. "I want you to."
Quackity wasted no time to go faster and chase his own high. It took all of five minutes before he came inside his boyfriend with a moan.
He laid on Wilbur, enjoying the afterglow and hating that reality was coming crashing back. He pulled out. "Come on, baby. We got somewhere to be. We're already late."
Quackity picked Wilbur up and brought him to the shower. The taller decided in the shower to be clingy and wrapped his arms around Quackity's shoulders and rested his head on the other's with a smile.
Quackity loved when Wilbur was clingly like this, but he had to clean them up so they could leave.
The shower took forever and Quackity started stressing.
"My dad won't care, mon amour," Wilbur kissed his cheek as they rode to Phil's on the same horse because Wilbur insisted. "He'll be very chill about it."
"He's gonna hate me more than he already does," Quackity sped the horse up to a canter.
Wilbur took the reins from him and slowed the horse down to a walk. He gave the reins back and wrapped his arms around Quackity's waist, then put his head on Quackity's shoulder.
"Fine," the duck rolled his eyes.
"That's a good boy, ducky~" Wilbur kissed his neck and laughed lightly when he heard Quackity's breath hitch.
"What did we say about doing that when you don't want to fuck?" he spoke as if he was frustrated, but in reality he really didn't care.
"Who said I didn't want to fuck you right now?" Wilbur bit his neck lightly, earning a quiet whine from Quackity.
"The fact that we're on a horse, Wilbur," he tilted his head to the side so Wilbur would have better access to his neck.
"So you'll cock warm me until we get off," he moved Quackity's shirt to create a hickey that'd be hidden.
He pushed Wilbur's head away when he moved to make another hickey. "Your dad's house is right there. Stop. We'll talk about it on the way back."
"You sub so quickly, Big Q," Wilbur teased.
"Shut up, Soot," he blushed.
They tied up the horse and entered the house because Wilbur didn't want to knock. Quackity felt awkward, but followed his boyfriend anyway.
Everyone was in the dinning room.
"You guys are late," Phil laughed when they entered the room.
"Sorry, I was doing things," Quackity laughed awkwardly.
"Oh, so I'm things now?" Wilbur kissed his cheek as he walked past and Quackity wanted to die. He started to trying to get an excuse out but choked on all his words. His face turned a dark shade of red.
"So, you're banging my brother?" Techno asked, his face expressionless as if he'd expect nothing less.
"Boys!" Phil got all their attention. "Tubbo is eleven years old! And Tommy is ten! They don't need to be hearing this conversation!"
"Wilbur started it!" Quackity and Techno both argued.
"I did not!" Wilbur fought back.
And just like that, their dinner felt less awkward for all of them. Mainly because they were all in the comfortable space of an argument. But hey, at least they all have something in common.
