Quackity laid on his couch. Wilbur said he'd be on his way soon. He missed Wilbur. They had quite a bit of fun together last time they met. Quackity could call himself obsessed.
A quiet knock on the door startled Q from his thoughts. He got up quickly and fixed his appearance in the TV reflection. Once he decided he was perfect, he rushed to open the door.
"Hello, Big Q," Wilbur waved. That British accent is becoming more and more familiar, though Quackity can't help but get déjà vu every time he hears it. Some past life maybe.
"Hi Wilbur!" Quackity opened the door more, letting him in. "How are you?"
"I'm good," Wilbur patted Quackity's head. "How are we getting started? I know what you're feeling, you text was very clear, but I don't know how you want this to start."
Quackity took off his shirt and let his wings out. "We could start with these?"
Wilbur smiled. "Go lay on the bed, belly down. I'll be there in a second."
Quackity smiled and hurried to the bedroom to do as he was told. Wilbur found him adorable. He checked his pockets to make sure he had a condom....
Shit.
Maybe Quackity has one. He walked into the bedroom and immediately smacked Quackity's ass because it was there and it was fun.
Quackity whined then giggled, watching Wilbur from the corner of his eye. Wilbur smiled and sat on his ass. "You liked that, didn't you?"
The duck nodded. "I did."
Wilbur kissed the center of his back, right between his wings. Then he gently started tugging on specific feathers. It didn't take long for Quackity to start moaning and begging for more or for Wilbur to pull harder.
A massage. Wilbur felt like he was just giving Quackity's wings a simple massage, but Quackity, who was wiggling in pleasure beneath his weight, was really enjoying it.
Wilbur stopped which disappointed Quackity.
"Quackity... We have a uh.... A problem." Wilbur whispered.
"What problem?" Quackity twisted to see him, certain Wilbur was gonna say he wasn't in the mood anymore and therefore he (Q) embarrassed himself by being so into it.
"I forgot a condom," Wilbur admitted sheepishly.
"Well-" Quackity thought. "I don't have one..."
"I figured," Wilbur hesitated.
Quackity wouldn't like this idea... He'd probably never let it happen... But it's worth a shot.
"I'll just play the pull out game," Wilbur smiled. "Fuck you until I'm about to cum, then pull out and put it down your throat or something."
Quackity pondered for no longer than a moment. "Okay, I trust you, but I'm not on birth control. So you have to be really careful."
"I will, I promise," Wilbur kissed Quackity's neck. "Are you ready?"
"More than ready," Quackity whined desperately.
Will giggled and started taking off any piece of clothing that was in the way. Once they were both naked, Wilbur decided to eat Quackity out. Though licking and sucking on pussy wasn't his favorite part of sex, he did it because it made Quackity squirm.
He made Quackity cum twice before he stopped and wiped off his mouth. "You taste so good~" Wilbur lied as he bit Quackity's thigh.
Quackity moaned, he loves being bitten. "Th-thank you?" he wasn't quite sure what to say, but he also wasn't thinking very clearly.
