Tbh I wasn't in the mood to write smut when I wrote this, so the sex is terrible. And I mean t e r r i b l e. I honestly just wanted to write angst, but that sucks too. This whole chapter as a whole is shit. Enjoy :)
~ L. King
Quackity and Wilbur came back from their date smiling and laughing. Quackity felt seen and loved for once in his life. He loved Wilbur more than anyone else he's ever met. He couldn't imagine life without this sexy man.
Wilbur pushed Quackity onto the bed. "I know it's only been three dates.... But I already live with you."
"If you're asking to fuck me, then please," Quackity smirked. "I've been waiting for this since the first date."
"Oh? You don't like taking it slow?" Wilbur smiled and kissed his chest.
"Hard and fast is the way to go," Quackity giggled.
Wilbur wasted no time. He quickly undressed Quackity and then himself. He started making out with the duck below him.
Quackity laughed at the last sentence. He has a terrible sense of humor.
Anyways, Wilbur's lips slowly made their way down Q's body. He made several hickies and bite marks wherever he pleased.
"I don't want you to suck my dick-" Quackity pulled Wilbur's head up.
"Why not?" Wilbur kissed Quackity's lower stomach.
"Not fast enough...." Quackity whined. "I want you in me.... Now.... Please-"
Wilbur giggled. "Of course, my sweet~" he kissed his chest, then grabbed his trench coat off the floor to grab the lube he carried around.
"Wow...." Quackity watched. "You horny little shit."
"Well, sometimes you get a little sexy and I have to go rub one out," Wilbur smirked. "Is that such a crime?"
"Yes," Quackity said flatly.
"I'mma beat your ass!" Wilbur lifted one of Quackity's legs and smacked his ass just hard enough to leave a sting. Quackity moaned.
Wilbur rolled Quackity on to his stomach. "I wanna fuck you so hard you forget your name~" he kissed between Quackity's wings.
"My name is pretty hard to forget," Quackity laughed. Wilbur smacked his ass a little harder.
"I don't want you talking back," Wilbur gently bit the base of his wing.
"Isn't that how a conversation works though?" Quackity smirked.
Wilbur smacked his ass even harder, earning a decent moan from Quackity. "You know what I mean, bitch."
Quackity nodded and arched his back a bit more to make his ass more presentable.
"You're such a whore~" Wilbur kissed each of his cheeks. (For those who can't tell, they're in doggy style and Wilbur just kissed Quackity's ass).
Quackity whined. As a reward, Wilbur started slowly fucking him. If Quackity whined, he went slower, if he moaned, he went faster, and if he spoke, he got his ass slapped harder than the last.
Quackity quickly caught on, but he couldn't stop a few words such as "fuck!~""shit!~" and "please!~"
Please was usually rewarded with either faster or harder thrusts. The other two were usually met with firm slaps to either cheek, resulting in pleasured moans from both men.
Quackity came first, unable to announce it due to practically being brain dead. Wilbur came several minutes after inside of him.
Wilbur pulled out and laid beside his man. He admired his tired boyfriend and played with his hair gently.
It took a while, but Quackity became more self aware and he felt sweaty and gross.
"Shower?" he asked softly.
Wilbur smiled and picked him up, bringing him to shower and then cuddling with him in bed. It was around five in the morning when they finally fell asleep.
They woke up around four in the afternoon. Wilbur got up and got dressed, then woke up Quackity.
"Let's go on another date," he smiled. "I have a special place in mind."
Quackity got up slowly and got dressed.
"Baby?" Wilbur gently stopped him as he was about to lead the way out the door. "It's cold. Here, wear my coat."
Wilbur handed Quackity his trench coat, and he happily put it on. They walked hand in hand into the woods, Quackity had no idea where they headed.
"Actually, Q," Wilbur looked around. "While we're in this area, I'm gonna go check on Tommy. I think he wanted me to do something for him real quick. You wait here, I'll be back in ten minutes."
Wilbur ran off into the woods.
Quackity waited for ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty. Thirty. Forty five. An hour. Two hours. Three. Four. Five. Six. Not a single text was answered and no calls were returned. It was dark. He was hurt, and he was done waiting. He dropped Wilbur's coat on the ground and went home. He managed not to cry. He just sat at his dining room table and stared at the design of the wood. He was starving, but cooking required too much effort. He didn't want to move. He actually wanted to curl up in a ball in the closet, but he couldn't get there right now because Wilbur's shit was packed in boxes in front of it. That was the only thing he wanted to do: move Wilbur out.
Suddenly there was a knock on his door. He sighed and got up. When he opened the door, he genuinely wished he hadn't.
"Hey Q... I'm sorry about last night," he smiled sheepishly. "It's just- Tommy asked me to build this statue, and then we got carried in brother stuff... You know..."
"I actually don't," Quackity said, his voice cold. "And I don't care either. We were supposed to go on a date and you abandoned me."
"Well- yes, but Tommy-"
Quackity cut him off. "Building a statue couldn't wait?! But your date alone in the woods at night could?! I'm over it, Wilbur. I'm over you. Dating again was a mistake. I'm unnoticeable and therefore unlovable. Don't come back to Las Nevadas. I'll have someone return your stuff later." he slammed the door.
He took a few stepped back and then collapsed to the ground. He covered his mouth to prevent himself from loudly sobbing as he could still see Wilbur's silhouette under the door. A few minutes had passed before Wilbur walked away crying.
Quackity laid on the floor and cried himself to sleep.
