Tw use of the word "cunt"
Idk how I feel about this chapter tbh. Lmk ig 👍👍👍
~A.King
"Why are we here?" Quackity looked around the lobby of the abandoned asylum.
"You said you wanted to change up our sex life a little," Wilbur shrugged as he walked behind the front desk to look around. "So here we are. A whole knew experience for us to explore."
"This isn't exactly what I meant," Quackity followed him, not wanting to be alone. "I meant exploring with kinks and shit. Change it you from vanilla sex."
"We are," Wilbur turned and kissed him. "This place is rumored to be heavily haunted. You like being watched while you're in your most vulnerable state, so I figured you wouldn't mind the feeling that someone or something is watching us. And I know how you love the risk of getting caught. And technically we're trespassing which means the cops might come looking for us. And we might get caught."
Quackity blushed deeply. 'I didn't think if it like that."
"Come on," Wilbur grabbed his hand. "Let's go find ourselves somewhere to have some fun."
They walked down into a wing that Wilbur knew was said to be the most haunted, but Quackity didn't know that and Wilbur had no intention of telling him.
They found an open room with a bed and straight jacket inside. Wilbur picked up the jacket.
"Bondage at its finest," he smiled.
"Why don't we try roleplay?" Quackity offered genuinely.
Wilbur laughed. "You're joking, right?"
Quackity forced himself to laugh along. "Yeah. Of course. Roleplay is stupid."
"Damn right," Wilbur walked over and kissed him. "Except I can see you were serious." he pet Quackity's hair. "I'm sorry for laughing at you. I do think it's stupid, but who knows. Maybe I'll like it. If you want to try roleplaying, I'm more than happy to try it with you, but I can't promise I won't laugh."
"No it's alright," Quackity shook his head. 'I don't want to anymore. I feel embarrassed now."
"I'm so sorry, darling," Wilbur hugged him. "I'll think before I speak, I promise."
Quackity nodded. "By the way, this is not hot at all."
"The buldge in your pants says otherwise," Wilbur smirked. "Will you put on the straight jacket?"
"No," Quackity shook his head. 'What if someone died in there? Or what if it's haunted? I'm not fuckin around with that."
"Pussy," Wilbur tossed it aside.
'What if the door closes?" Quackity looked at the door. It had no handle on the inside.
Wilbur looked around and grabbed the bed, then dragged it to sit in the doorway. "There. Now it can't close."
"Fine," Quackity rolled his eyes. "But when we fuck on the bed, our heads will be in the room and our asses in the hall. If the cops do come at least we'll give them a good ass show." Quackity paused. 'Pun intended."
Wilbur smirked. "I never knew you were that much of a freak."
"Yes the fuck you did," Quackity laughed. "You know damn well what happens when I get horny."
"I fucking love it," Wilbur kissed him passionately, both of them eager to make out.
Wilbur grabbed Quackity's ass, making him gasp and break the kiss. Wilbur just smiled and pulled off his beanie. Then he went and sat on the bed. The brit patted the spot between his spread legs.
