Quackbur Smutshots

Las Nevadas Casino

Includes: rough handling, alcohol use, stronger language, slight bondage.

11:35, Las Nevadas 

"Listen, slime, I just need you to tell me where quackity is". Wilbur had been arguing with Slimecicle to tell him where Quackity is. Wilbur is banished from Las Nevadas.

"Quackity from Las Nevadas doesn't want you here, Wilbur from L'manberg!"

Wilbur tightened his fists until his knuckles turned white as his shoulders broadened. "Listen, slime. Quackity requested I be here for an important meeting. He didn't tell you because he knew you wouldn't let me in either way by the way he has trained you. I ask again-where the fuck is quackity?"

"Oh, Wilbur from L'manberg, quackity from las Nevadas is in the las Nevadas casino!"

Wilbur softened his knuckles, fixing his beanie before turning away and speedwalking towards the casino doors. Sticks crunching under his boots as he got closer. Wilbur lifted and pulled the handle, opening the heavy golden doors to the Las Nevadas Casino. Greeted with blaring electro music, flashing colorful lights, and hundreds. I mean hundreds of people. Wilbur started cautiously making his way through the crowds of people, spotting golden wings in the distance. Sprinting through the people, weaving in-between everybody in his way, quackity spins around as he hears heavy, recognizable boots approaching him.

"Wilbur what the fuck are you doing in Las Nevadas?"

The smell of whiskey, blows strongly onto Wilbur's face as quackity exhales, walking closer to him. "Why wouldn't I be here?"

"If someone sees you they'll completely tarnish the reputation of Las Nevadas knowing an evil piece of shit is creeping around!"

"How come you keep asking this 'evil piece of shit' to make you unable to walk every week?"

"Fuck you." Quackity grips Wilbur's hand, speedwalking quickly to the empty backroom VIP lounge. Letting go of his hand and slamming the door locked, before walking up to Wilbur and pulling him by his tie. "You cannot be seen, especially looking for me, in Las Nevadas. Do you fucking understand Soot?". Wilbur doesn't reply, instead holding soft eye contact with the man infront of him. Quackity tugs on the tie roughly, pulling him even closer. Wilbur exhales breathlessly, inhaling whiskey everytime he spoke. "I said do you fucking understand soot? I want to hear it. Use your words."

"Yes, sir."

"You're so hot when you're submissive soot."
His lips barely grazed Wilbur's lips and chin, as he whispered. He slightly opened his mouth, slightly biting Wilbur's bottom lip before pulling away. Quackity pressed wilbur against the side of the couch, pushing him back, propping himself up with his elbows waiting for quack to do something. "Don't move, slut."
As quackity turns around Wilbur grabs the back of his throat turning him back, and looking up at the taller man. "Watch your mouth, ducky."
Quackity tilts his chin up forcing their faces closer together, "Or what."
In one swift moment, Wilbur throws Q up to a wall, lifting one of his legs off the ground. Without saying a word, he uses his free hand to use his pointer finger, slowly tracing down Q's torso, to his v-line. The smell of whiskey from each heavy exhale leaving Q's mouth, only turning Wilbur on. Small whimpers coming out of the smaller man as Wilbur continues to tease him. Tracing every inch of his torso. With Q's free hand, he slowly started grazing Wilbur's torso, down to his very obvious boner. Q's hand hovering over his jeans, causing Will's breath to hitch. They make eye contact, before will throws off Q's beanie, tangling his fingers in the back of his hair. "Fffuck- will- stop-"
"That easy?". Observing how sensitive the duckling was, he tightened his grip causing Q to grunt and curse under his breath. He took his hand out of Q's hair, slowly trailing his hand up to wrap around his neck, applying slight pressure. "f-fuck you, soot.."
Quackitys hips slightly buck forwards, attempting to cause friction between the two. "What happened to me being submissive, eh?" He whispered into Q's ear. Moving his hand to the back of Q's neck with the same amount of pressure, he starts biting at his neck, leaving bruises and hickeys everywhere, trying to find his sweet spot.
"Will..wilbur.."followed by a breathless moan.
"Yep, there it is." He continues to bite and lick at Q's sweet spot, while his grunts and moans fill his ears. Without leaving the crook of his neck he slides his hand under Q's left thigh, lifting both of his legs off the ground.
Q wraps his legs around Wilbur's waist pulling him closer and wrapping his arms around his neck.
"Will., will please-" Breath filled heavy sighs quickly turned into moans and sharp inhales as Will continued to attack his sweet spot.
Q grabbed a handful of Wilbur's hair forcing his head up, initiating a rough kiss, making Wilbur whine. Everytime their lips locked they could feel eachothers teeth bump. Wilbur started biting at Q's lip asking for entrance. Their tongues fighting for dominance. Will backed off the wall, plopping them both on the couch, without leaving eachothers lips he hovered ontop of Q, wrapping his hand around his neck. Q feeling the cold sting of Wilbur's rings around the new and bruised hickeys. Q brought his knee up between Wills legs, causing him to moan into the kiss.
Q disconnects from Wilbur's lips, pushing Wilbur backwards and putting himself ontop of him. Q grabs Wilbur's wrists, pinning them above his head, and reaching behind him grabbing metal handcuffs. "Awe, that's cute. I didn't know my ducky was into bondage?"
He clasped his wrists together. "You're so hot when you're submissive soot, again."
Q lowers himself more ontop of Will's body, biting and sucking at every angle of his neck. "Q- uh.. oh ffff-fuck sir.."
Lewd sounds coming from Wilbur's mouth as Q bites and kisses at his collarbone. Q feels something poking at his lower stomach, realizing it's Wilbur's member. His lips leave Wilbur's collarbone, as he sits up, dragging his nails down his torso making Wilbur's back arch. Q backs further down, postitioned infront of his boner. Starting with tiny kitten licks at his slit through his shorts. Wilbur's hips bucking upwards with each moan. Q tracing over his sensitive veins. "Please...q- do anything-"
Whiny, lewd moans filling the room with each slight touch and tease.

Part 2 soon 🤭