There are probably a lot of inconsistencies throughout this. Just... Ignore them. This was written with writers block. It's probably f i n e....
~A.King
That British Bitch
Truth or dare
My Fuzzy Duck ❤️
Truth
That British Bitch
Whens the last time you cried
My Fuzzy Duck ❤️
Last time i saw ur face tbh
That British Bitch
Is that bc you trust me or bc im ugly?
My Fuzzy Duck ❤️
Yes.
Truth or dare
That British Bitch
Dare
My Fuzzy Duck ❤️
Okay
I know weve only been dating for a month
But
Im ready for the next step if u r
That British Bitch
I can be
Whats the dare?
My Fuzzy Duck ❤️
U cock warm me tomorrow at the meeting
That British Bitch
Bet
Can we stop playing and go to bed now pls?
My Fuzzy Duck ❤️
Ig
Gn bitch
That British Bitch
I LOVE YOU TOO DUCKYYYY
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Wilbur's not usually one to fuck himself before bed. He's typically more horny in the morning, but tonight was an exception.
Without knowing, both men jerked off to the thought of the other. Quackity reached his high, cleaned up lazily, and passed out with his pants still halfway down his thighs.
Wilbur left himself with his thighs shaking and his arm exhausted. A deep blush settled onto his cheeks, his irises turned pinkish, and his pupils turned into hearts. He fell asleep in this state with nothing but Quackity on his mind.
The next day at around nine in the morning (side note: who tf says '9 am in the morning'?? Like dude. 'am' tells you it's morning. You're just saying '9 in the morning in the morning.' Sorry. I'm done complaining) The two men arrived to their meeting. The meeting itself wasn't until ten, but they wanted to be there early for obvious reasons.
Wilbur, still in the state he fell asleep in, wasted no time making out with Quackity, grinding on him and pushing him into a seat.
"Eager this morning, hmm?" Quackity smiled as he kissed his boyfriend.
"For you, yes, Quackity," Wilbur kissed him. 'You asked me to please you; I'll make it worth your while. Anything you want, I'll do it for you, Quackity. I want you to be happy with me. I love you. I'll do anything for you, baby. Absolutely anything."
"Wilbur," Quackity examined him, ignoring his love confession because he wasn't quite ready for that level yet. "What's wrong with your eyes?"
"What do you mean?" Wilbur blinked, his hips still grinding for Quackity.
"N-nothing," Quackity grabbed his hips. 'Come on, strip. I want my cock warmed."
"Yes sir, of course," Wilbur stood up and stripped quickly, leaving his shirt on. "Anything for you, Quackity."
Quackity took his dick out and watched Wilbur take off his pants and under wear.
Of course, the first thing Quackity noticed was that Wilbur didn't have male genitals. He didn't mind or feel the need to comment on it. If Wilbur wasn't going to say anything, he wasn't going to either. It wasn't that big of a deal.
