⚠ less of a smut shot buteh they fucked⚠
Quackity buried his face into a pillow as Wilbur packed up a few over night things since he was staying at Techno's.
"What's wrong, mon amour?" Wilbur kissed the back of his fiance's head.
Quackity rolled over. "You're leaving. That's what's wrong."
"I know you want me to stay, but we're getting married tomorrow at sunset and we can't see each other until then," Wilbur kissed his cheek.
"But-" Quackity blushed. It doesn't matter that they've been together for three years, Wilbur always makes him blush or get butterflies in his stomach. He love that nothing changed with their relationship besides things getting a little spicier. Both were still nervous to admit if they were horny when the other hasn't made any moves yet, and that's exactly where Quackity sits. Horny and nervous to tell his fiance.
"But what, darling?" Wilbur smiled, the name doing something to Quackity's lower brain and the smile doing something to his upper brain. (Context, lower brain is his dick. Upper brain is, well, his brain).
He covered his face. "I can't say it."
And with that, Wilbur knew. He set his overnight bag down and climbed into bed next to Quackity.
"Do you want something from me?" Wilbur carefully took off Quackity's beanie.
Quackity nodded as he peaked through his fingers.
"What do you want, dear?" Wilbur didn't bother moving Quackity's hands, knowing he'll do it on his own time and that he can't force Quackity to do anything. "Do you want..." he deepened and changed the tone of his voice, making it seductive, "my voice? Or maybe..." he gently grabbed the duck's chin and then slowly slid his hand down his bare chest until he could tease his nipple, "my fingers?"
Quackity whined and Wilbur smirked.
"Oh~ I think I know..." he carefully laid Quackity down and climbed on top of him. He spread his lover's legs and thrusted his hips into Quackity's. Quackity moaned.
Wilbur laughed. "So that's what you want."
"Please?" Quackity looked up at him with desperate eyes.
"Only if you can walk tomorrow," Wilbur smirked.
"I'll drink regen in the morning," Quackity sounded desperate as fuck. "Please, for the love of XD, fuck me!"
"Ok, darling, I'll fuck you," Wilbur laughed. "Don't need to be so desperate."
Quackity rolled his eyes, so Wilbur took it as his cue to start.
Techno was expecting him soon, so he decided to go a little faster than usual, skipping any kind of teasing and just getting to the more important task at hand.
"Strip for me," Wilbur paused and watched him for a second. "Then I'll tell you what I want you to do next."
Quackity nodded and quickly undressed as Wilbur did the same. Wilbur laid against the pillows near the headrest.
"Alright, my beautiful slut," Wilbur smiled at him. "Come sit on your master's lap."
Quackity did as he was told. And Wilbur rewarded his ducky with a peck on the lips. Quackity smiled cutely at him.
"Pretty boy," Wilbur smiled back at him. "I can't believe I get to marry you in front of everyone we love tomorrow."
"You love," Quackity corrected, though still smiled. "Slime is the only one on my side and he's going to be standing next to me."
