Wilbur came home from a long overnight shift. He wasn't tired though. It was Christmas morning and he was excited to see Quackity's gift for him.
When he got upstairs to their shared bedroom, he found his ducky sleeping naked on his stomach with one leg up, putting his ass and tail on full display for Wilbur. What really made Will smile, though, was the little ribbon tied around Quackity's tail to tell Wilbur that this was his gift.
Quackity also had his wings spread, covered in shiney jewelry and such to appeal to Wilbur's crow instincts.
Wilbur smiled and gently untied the ribbon on Quackity's tail, then laid (kind of) on top of him. He gently slid his hand between Quackity's legs and started rubbing his pussy.
Quackity groaned in his sleep, his back arching ever so slightly for Wilbur to have easier access.
"Good morning, mon amour~" Wilbur started kissing and biting Quackity's neck.
Quackity whined, quickly waking up and instantly started grinding on his hand.
"You're so wet already~" Wilbur bit his ear gently. "How long have you been patiently waiting for me, baby?"
"Mmm I fell asleep at midnight," Quackity smiled, happy he was finally getting stimulation. "I saved myself for you, sir."
Wilbur hummed. "Good boy~ maybe I won't completely abuse my Christmas gift this morning after all~"
Quackity whined as Wilbur found the perfect spot that made Q's thighs shake. "P-please~" he opened his eyes to look at him. "I need it."
Wilbur smirked and rolled Quackity over. "Your wings look so beautiful, duckling," Wilbur pulled on a few feathers, causing Quackity to moan loudly.
"I decorated them for you, baby," Quackity smiled at him.
"You don't need to decorate yourself for me, honey," Wilbur kissed him, accidentally starting to make out with him because Quackity was so eager to shove his tongue down his throat.
He pulled away after letting Quackity have what he wanted for a bit. "You turn me one when you're not all shiney, too."
"But I wanted to look extra fancy for you," Quackity blushed a bit, his lips a little redder from making out. "Be-because I'm your Christmas gift."
Wilbur pecked his lips and stood up, quickly getting undressed. "My favourite Christmas gift."
Quackity smiled. Praise means so much to him especially when it comes from Wilbur. Wilbur knew this and would always use to keep Quackity from getting too angry since he began to develop anger issues after Sapnap and Karl. But he'd also use it to make Quackity wet in a sexual setting.
"How much will it take for me to get you to scream my name?" Wilbur laid down so his head was between Quackity's legs, fully prepared for his second favourite part of having a trans boyfriend.
"Not much, sir, I'm really horny," Quackity admitted shamelessly. Wilbur learned very early on in their relationship that Quackity was very open with how he felt, rarely ever trying to keep it hidden.
Wilbur hummed and licked Quackity's clit, savouring that wet salt taste and smiled when Quackity whined. He didn't want to waste any more time, so he started eating Quackity out like it was his last meal. Quackity squeezed his thighs around Wilbur's head, which only encouraged him to keep going and try harder.
He shoved his fingers inside Quackity and focused his mouth on his clit, fingering him open and listening to those beautiful moans fall from Quackity's lips.
Wilbur didn't stop even after he knew Quackity came a few times. He wanted his baby to feel his absolute best.
"Wilbur please!~" Quackity came a fourth time. Wilbur had been eating him out for at least half an hour now and Quackity wasn't sure he would stop.
