⚠Questionable consent⚠
It was two in the morning and Wilbur had woken up an hour ago with an.... Issue.
Quackity told him several times that it was okay for him to act on his desires whenever he needed. Especially when Quackity woke up once to Wilbur jerking off while holding the duck's hand. Quackity really pushed then that it was okay for Wilbur to use him.
Right now, though, Wilbur was filled with anxiety. He knew Quackity was in to somnophilia, but he didn't want Quackity to wake up in the middle and be disgusted or tell him to stop. He also didn't want the duck to accuse him of anything.
But he also really needed stimulation.
He started palming himself as he stared at Quackity's sleeping face. XD, he was scared to use his boyfriend..... But holy fucking hell did he need him.
He sat up and quickly rolled Quackity onto his back. He giggled quietly when the duck almost immediately spread his legs, lifting one knee up and, although sleeping, seemed like he was waiting patiently.
He laid down on top of him, hiding his face in Quackity's neck and taking a moment to just breathe.
"I'm sorry, darling," Wilbur whispered before starting to grind against him. He whined quietly at the friction and held tightly on to he lover's shoulders.
He moaned quietly. "Fuck- Quackity~" he kissed the duck's neck. "So perfect for me."
Quackity: literally silent. He's sleeping.
Wilbur continued grinding on Quackity and creating hickies. He could feel his ducky getting hard in his sleep and he felt a burst of confidence because Quackity's body was telling him that he was doing a good job.
He sat up, still grinding, and took off his own shirt. He paused, though, when Quackity let out a quiet whine. He watched the duck for minute to make sure he was still asleep. When he was sure Quackity looked pretty much dead, he quickly got up and stripped. Then he undressed Quackity slowly so as not to move him too much.
He took a moment to admire his boyfriend once he was fully undressed, then grabbed the lube and sat down behind him? Under? Idk, near Quackity's legs.
His anxiety took over again, so he just sat there. He put his cheek against Quackity's inner thigh and closed his eyes to focus on his breathing.
He groaned in annoyance with himself and opened the lube despite his anxiety being through the roof.
He put a decent amount on his fingers and tried to warm it up before pushing two fingers inside his ducky.
Quackity groaned, but Wilbur didn't stop. He, instead, added another finger and smirked when Quackity shifted his hips. He knew the duck was subconsciously pleasuring himself on Wilbur's fingers. And this was confirmed the moment Quackity let out a quiet whine. He pulled his fingers out in response and leaned over his boyfriend to give him a quick kiss.
He covered his dick in a generous amount of lube, took a breath to calm himself, and slowly pushed into his ducky.
He let out a shakey breath of relief before slowly thrusting into Quackity. Quackity shifted in his sleep, whining, but his actions were very similar to those of when he's conscious. Wilbur took this as his go ahead.
He gradually increased his speed, amazed that Quackity was still asleep. He wanted to test how hard he could go, so he went slightly harder than he was.
Quackity responded by arching his back and moaned.
Wilbur went harder, half his usual effort. Quackity's eyes opened and closed, but Wilbur didn't stop.
"W-wilbur~" Quackity moaned, buy Wilbur stopped now.
Quackity's eyes opened tiredly. "Why'd you stop?"
"You're awake?" Wilbur just wanted to confirm, though he could clearly tell Quackity was awake.
"Yeah," Quackity whined, grinding on Wilbur's dick to stimulate himself. "You're not supposed to stop. K-keep going please."
"O-ok..." Wilbur didn't move for a moment, he just admired Quackity's tired yet aroused face. Both men were panting loudly; Wilbur smiled before pounding Quackity into the bed.
This action resulted in rewarding screams from the duck as pleasure quickly overwhelmed his mind. Words were a distant memory, and he could tell walking was going to be one as well.
Wilbur was close, but on a quick and somewhat risky decision, he decided not to tell Quackity.
"C-cum!~" Quackity managed, though he was struggling to focus through the fog of pleasure in his mind.
"Go ahead, duckling~" Wilbur smiled, knowing damn well that seeing Quackity cum would tip him over the edge. Still, he chose not to warn the duck.
Quackity came with a loud moan. If they had neighbors, they both definitely would have been heard and hated.
Wilbur came shortly after, moaning Quackity's name and making sure to fill his beautiful duck.
He collapsed, smiling once Quackity's small arms wrapped around him.
"That was a nice surprise to wake up to," Quackity whispered.
"I'm sorry," Wilbur replied and kissed Quackity's neck. "I really needed you. I was so horny..."
"Oh, babyyyy," Quackity smiled and scratched Wilbur's back calmingly. "I wasn't being sarcastic. It was a genuinely nice surprise to wake up to."
Wilbur let out a breath of relief. "I had do much anxiety," he laughed, unsure why he told Quackity.
"I'm proud of you."
That's why. Wilbur loved the feeling he got when Quackity praised him. He cuddled into him, hiding his face in Quackity's neck.
"Can I stay in you?" Wilbur asked quietly.
Quackity paused. "What time is it?"
"I woke up around two," Wilbur closed his eyes to fall asleep. "So I'd it's roughly three-thirty or four just because of how long I sat soaking in my own anxiety."
"Yeah, you can stay, then," Quackity was more asleep than Wilbur was and honestly just didn't want to move.
They both passed out and ended up sleeping in until well past noon. When they finally did wake up, they took a shower together and went back to bed to watch movies and eat junk food.
