Perfect Screw Ups | Quackbur

Chapter Twenty-One

I hugged him back tightly. For as long as he is here. Yes, because the moment he is stripped away from me all I will know is pain.

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I snuggled up close to his chest, enjoying the feeling of someone else's warmth wrapping around me. He began to scratch my head and play with my hair.

"Can you say it again?" I asked.

"Hm?"

"You're in love with me, say it again."

He laughed. "Why?"

"Because I like to hear it. Please say it again."

He gave in and began combing through my hair with his fingers. "Wilbur, I am in love with you. I am madly, and undeniably in love with you."

My heart flipped and I pulled my self closer to him if that was even possible. I wanted to be so close to him that I was inside his skin.

"So. .what are we?" I asked.

"Hm."

He tilted my chin up toward him. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

I smiled wide. "Yes!"

"So, I take it you do like men then?" he teased.

"Maybe a little."

He laughed. "Do you know what you want to identify as?"

I thought for a moment. "Um. .well, bisexual sounds like it fits me pretty well?"

He kissed my forehead. "Congratulations on coming out, my love."

My skin was ablaze. My love. I'm his, I'm his love.

My smile was so gargantuan I felt as though my face might split open. "I like that new name."

"Yeah? I like it for you too."

Quackity is mine and I am his. He's my boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. What a wondrous word. I wanted to say it a thousand times, again and again, it was such a great thing. He loves me and I love him. This is amazing, this is so perfect. This is a good thing.

I've never been able to keep good things. .

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too."

My whole body was humming with elation. I felt like I could touch the sky.

"Can I do something?" he asked me.

I nodded.

He cupped my face and kissed me. It was a soft, and lingering kiss. And it was amazing.

He pulled away a while after. He smiled and let out a shaky exhale. "I have wanted to do that again for so long."

"Well, let's make up for lost time then."

I pulled him in and kissed him again, savoring the delicate kiss. I loved this so much.

"Oh my god, I love you," he said.

He began showering me in light, delicate, kisses; I became a giggling mess.

"I love you, Wilbur. I love all of you. I love your witty mind."

He kissed my forehead.

"I love the way you blush around me."

He kissed my cheek.

"I love your nose."

He kissed my nose. .

"I love your lips."

He kissed my lips softly.

"I love your neck and how your ticklish there, it's adorable."

He planted several kisses there to make me giggle in response to the tickling sensation.

He smiled and tugged my shirt off with ease. "I love your collarbones."

Another kiss.

"I love your chest, and your belly, and your hips too."

A kiss for each.

With my help my pants were gone too, leaving me in only boxers. "I like this too."

He kissed below my belt line. I rolled my eyes but smiled.

He kissed my thighs. "Beautiful. Fucking beautiful. Every abrasion, and every mark is utterly you, and it's beautiful."

He flipped me over in one swift motion.

He placed several soft kisses against my back which sent my mind whirling.

"I love your back, it's beautiful."

He placed a kiss against my rear too. "You got a nice ass as well."

The both of us began laughing at that.

I'm so happy.

He loves me for me.

I could get very used to this kind of sugary love.