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wilburs high- oh and quackity has scars/cuts (from last chapter)

they sat in their shared room playing music. quackity was sitting criss cross and wilbur was laying on one of his thighs. quackity was picking at some scars from the night before. he occasionally hissed in pain from picking at them. wilbur was careful when laying on quackitys thigh, being aware of the marks. "stop picking at it, let it heal," wilbur said after hearing him hiss in pain once more.

quackity left the spot alone for awhile and focused back on wilbur. he put his hand of wils head and played with his hair. wilbur was staring his lovers eyes, it was a caring, loving gaze unlike one quackity got in the past. gazes full of bad lust and frustration.

his eyes, hair, body, thighs. they're all so fucking perfect. i want to kiss every last inch of him. he's the most perfect, beautiful and amazing boy. wil thought to himself, admiring the boy above him

wil snapped out of the gaze. he sat up, "babe, do you wanna switch positions. like you can sit in my lap or something?" he spoke with warmth.

"yeah," quackity smiled at the taller.

wilbur put his back up against their headboard and spread his legs like a V, giving quackity entrance. quackity fixed himself in-between wils leg, getting comfy. wilbur wrapped his arms around the shorters waist, holding him securely. wilbur snaked his hands up quackitys waist, resting them on his stomach, still highly aware of quacks cuts.

(awhile later)
they were laying down now. quackity was laying on wilburs chest and wil was on his phone. quackity was picking at the cuts on his stomach. wilbur was scrolling on twitter when he saw a post that said "ask your partner what their favorite thing about you is and see their reaction!!"

he wanted to test this, "hey quack?" he spoke.

"hm?" the boy hummed back.

"whats your favorite thing about me?"

quackity paused and thought for a moment. "um, i really like your hair, its soft and fluffy. i also really like your chest, i like to lay on it. i love almost everything about you though," quackity gave his honest opinion.

wilburs hear melted at that. he beamed at his lover. "my favorite thing about you is, your thighs,"(shocker ik).

"but theyre doughy and jiggly, i hate them so much," he had alway felt ashamed of his thighs.

wil set his phone down on the side table and looked in his boyfriends eyes. "what if i like how plush and doughy they are, hm?" wilbur look at him with a look in his eyes

quackity turned a deep shade of red. "you do?" he mumbled.

"i feel like ive made it pretty obvious," he laughed.

quackity thought for a moment. "you have," he finally spoke.

wilbur kissed the top of the youngers head. quackity got off wils chest and laid beside him, offering to cuddle. wilbur to the offer and wrapped his arms around quackitys waist.

lowkey kinda rushed and short. i swear the next will be better :']