I have decided I will start taking requests. I wasn't going to do this, but I'm running out of ideas. So here's where you can comment requests, or DM me. ~A.King
"Why the fuck are you here?" Quackity spoke through gritted teeth.
"None of your business, ducky," Wilbur's tone was sweet and flirty. Quackity hated it on the outside, but deep down, he knew he really didn't mind.
"You're in my country. It's my business. What the fuck do you want?" he spoke lowly, stepping closer to Wilbur.
Wilbur smirked. "If you must know, I'm getting new lingerie for myself. But Paradise doesn't have any shops. So, may I proceed?"
Quackity stuttered over his words for a moment, backing off. He didn't notice his cheeks go red, but Wilbur sure as hell did.
"Aww, duckyyyyy," Wilbur stepped forward this time. "Do you like the thought of me in lingerie? Do you think I'd look hot?"
Quackity pushed Wilbur's chest, shoving the taller away. "No! Fuck off! Get your shit and get out."
"As you wish, sir," he messed up Quackity's hair and beanie as he walked past him, hoping to get a reaction, but stopped and glanced over his shoulder when Quackity did nothing.
Quackity stood stiff as a board. His mind was all over the place, but the only thing he understood clearly was the fact that that name did something to him. And he liked it. And his body showed it. He looked down at his quickly hardening dick and walked in the opposite direction of Wilbur so as not to run into him before he took care of his issue.
Wilbur smirked again as he watched Quackity's panicked walk. He didn't know fully what was going on with the man, but he hoped it was his fault. He walked into a summer store because he was getting a bathing suit for a beach party. He only said he was getting lingerie to see Quackity's reaction, and he'd say he's happy with the result.
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Quackity followed Wilbur back to Paradise. He couldn't see what was in the singular bag that the taller man carried, but he really wanted to see Wilbur in lingerie. He couldn't get his mind off of it since the end of their earlier conversation.
Wilbur walked with confidence, knowing he was being followed and also knowing exactly who was following him. He went to his van and covered all the windows so he could change.
Quackity huffed and stood behind a tree, debating whether or not he should leave. It's not like he was going to see anything. But just as he was about to walk away, the van doors opened and Wilbur stepped in colorful shorts that looked like a bathing suit, and a random yellow T-shirt. Quackity was intrigued and decided to keep following him.
They walked back to Las Nevadas, but went to the beach that no one seemed to ever notice. There, they ran into a bunch of Quackity's regulars from varying places of his country. How the fuck did he not know about this? And why were so many of them being all buddy-buddy with Wilbur?
Speaking of Wilbur, Quackity couldn't see him anymore from his hiding spot. He silently cursed himself, but kept looking for him.
"Looking for someone, are you?" a voice scared Quackity.
He jumped and turned around to see a shirtless Wilbur, dripping wet, standing in front of him.
"No," Quackity crossed his arms. "I was just trying to figure out who organized this."
"Slime did," Wilbur smirked. "Did he not tell you?"
Quackity suddenly felt hurt. His own best friend threw a party and didn't even invite him. Or mention it to him in any way. He hid it. Slime hid this from him. The pain flickered on his face but he masked it quickly.
"Oh," he nodded. "That's nice."
Wilbur noticed. "Are you okay, Quackity?"
"I'm fine," he lied. "I need to go."
"Okay," Wilbur took his hand and led him back to Paradise. Quackity didn't bother protesting, he was too lost in the catacombs he calls his mind. Wilbur set Quackity down of his mattress in the back of his van. It was only twin size, but it worked. He sat beside the President of Las Nevadas.
"I can't be here, Wilbur," Quackity stared blankly ahead. "I need to clear my mind. I can't do that here."
Wilbur got up, knowing that Quackity wasn't really paying attention, so he changed his clothes.
Quackity looked up just as Wilbur pulled his shirt over his chest. He caught a glimpse of Wilbur's V-line and quickly diverted his eyes.
"I think you can clear your mind here," Wilbur sat back down next to him.
"How do you figure?" Quackity raised an eye brow.
"Undress me," Wilbur's voice was flat; serious.
"What? Y-you just got dressed?" Quackity blushed a bit.
Wilbur leaned closer to him. "Undress me." His voice was quieter, more stern. Slightly hotter in Quackity's opinion.
"What do you want me to take off first...?" Quackity turned his body to face him.
"Start with my shirt, ducky," he grabbed the ducks hips and guided him to sit on his lap. Quackity's breathing slightly increased and let his hands rest on Wilbur's chest.
He let out a breathy laugh. "Usually there's something that builds up to me undressing you."
"Usually? How often have we done this?" Wilbur grabbed Quackity's ass lightly.
"Well- I'm just saying. Typically, when someone undresses another person, there's, like, making out and shit."
"Do you want to make out? I didn't think you'd want my quote 'dry, disgusting, badly bitten lips' end quote, on yours?"
"I never said that-"
"You did. A few months ago when I was teasing you. I'm over it now, but you need to answer the question. Don't change the subject."
"You haven't turned me on, so I guess. You can try to make me want to undress you, but I highly dislike you, so we'll see what you can do."
Wilbur leaned closer, enough to let their lips brush, but not kiss. He wanted Quackity to do it.
Quackity stayed still, expecting Wilbur to kiss him, but all he got was teases. He got fed up quickly and kissed him roughly. One of his hands went behind Wilbur's head to tug lightly on his hair. Wilbur's hands were busy untucking Quackity's shirt to slide his cold hands up the skin of Quackity's bare back.
Their mouths moved in sync with each other as if they had done this a hundred times. Their tongues explored the other's mouth and they were both getting more into it. It got heated quickly and Quackity started grinding down on him while trying to pull Wilbur's shirt off. He pulled it over Wilbur's head, pulling away from the kiss for a split second, only to reconnect it right after.
Wilbur thrusted up into Quackity's ass, though both still had their pants on.
"Don't do that, whore," Quackity mumbled against Wilbur's lips.
"Make me stop, slut," Wilbur replied with a smirk as he did it again.
Quackity shoved Wilbur back on the bed. "Pants off."
"Take them off."
"You're a bitch." he slid himself down so he could take Wilbur's pants and underwear off in one go.
Wilbur smirked at how quickly Quackity obeyed, though he was still trying to figure out who was topping here. He assumed Quackity knew.
Quackity, on the other hand, was also trying to figure out who going to top. He hoped Wilbur had a plan because he sure as hell didn't.
"Come here and kiss me again," Wilbur demanded.
"So needy," Quackity smirked as he crawled back over him.
"Shut up and kiss me," he pulled Quackity's head down into another extremely heated kiss. Quackity almost instantly started grinding on him again, lowkey loving the quiet sounds Wilbur made with the action.
Neither are sure when, but Quackity's shirt came off and he was no now standing beside the bed taking his pants off hurriedly as Wilbur watched.
"Do you- are you dom or sub?" Quackity asked.
"I can be either, ducky, whatever you wish," Wilbur smiled sweetly at him and Quackity hated how much he loved it.
"Lube?" Quackity asked, blushing slightly at the fact that Wilbur's eyes haven't left his body since his boxers came off.
"The floor. Look down, baby," Wilbur laughed under his breath.
Quackity picked up the bottle. "Wilbur this is almost empty..."
"What can I say? You're so hot when you're mad," Wilbur flirted.
Quackity rolled his eyes and straddled Wilbur's hips. "All set?"
"Aww, you care," Wilbur teased, his hands resting on Quackity's hips.
"Shut up," he put lube on his hand and leaned forward. He put his clean hand on the center of Wilbur's chest for balance while the other went around his back.
"What are you doing?" Wilbur asked, his brain being slow due to lust.
Quackity whined as he pushed a finger into himself. "T-take a w-wild guess, b-bitch."
Quackity added a second finger and his head dropped momentarily, but Wilbur quickly lifted it by his chin to see his face.
"Don't hide from me, duckling," Wilbur lifted his head a little higher. "I like seeing your pretty face."
Quackity whined, adding a third finger and looking for his own prostate. Once he found it, he started fucking himself with his fingers. Not only using his arm to thrust into himself, but also rocking his hips.
Wilbur finally figured out what he was doing. Quackity moaned under his breath.
"Fucking yourself, aren't you?" Wilbur smirked; Quackity looked off to the side. Wilbur gasped. "You are! That's so fucking hot, baby."
"Sh-shut your- hah~ ffu- ahh~ cking face," Quackity moaned.
"You already seem so destroyed, duckling," Wilbur ran his fingers through Quackity's hair. "So gorgeous."
Quackity pulled his fingers out. "Shut the fuck up, asshole." he spread the remaining lube on Wilbur's dick.
"So you're bottoming, love?" Wilbur brushed his hair.
"No," he put Wilbur's tip inside himself, biting back any sounds he wanted to make. "You're the bottom." He slowly slid himself down, letting a quiet whine out. "I'm just using you as my toy. Putting me in control."
"We'll see how long that lasts, darling," Wilbur massaged his thighs to soothe him.
Quackity sat all the way down, rolling his hips in a circle and moaning under his breath.
"It'll last until we both cum," he blinked quickly, looking up at the ceiling as he let his body adjust.
"Right," Wilbur thrusted up into Quackity, earning a short moan from him.
"I didn't say you could do that," Quackity glared down at Wilbur.
Wilbur hummed, enjoying Quackity's dominance. "No, sir. You did not."
"That's what I thought," he bounced once.
"But, Quackity, if you don't start moving soon I'm going to be taking over," Wilbur squeezed his thighs.
"Toys don't talk," he went to smack him, but paused. His face silently asked Wilbur if it was okay.
"Hit me, darling," Wilbur said, somehow emphasizing his British accent. "I love pain. I wouldn't mind if you pulled out a knife."
"That's a little far for me, Wilby," Quackity laughed. "I'll gladly smack and or punch you, though."
"Then do it bitch-"
Quackity smacked him fairly hard. "Don't. Speak."
Wilbur nodded, so Quackity slowly began sliding himself up and down on Wilbur's dick. He watched as the ex-president resisted the urge to just start fucking up into him. He, himself, resisted the urge to let it happen.
He kept his pace slow and teasing, letting himself moan every now and then. He began thinking how this was almost torture to himself rather than Wilbur, but decided he'd try to keep the same pace.
Due to his brain being lost in lust, though, he did go faster until he was bouncing quickly on top of his rival. Every time he dropped down, he let out a short moan. Wilbur's hands had a death grip on Quackity's thighs to help him keep control of himself.
Quackity's bouncing slowed down and Wilbur could tell he was tired. He kept bouncing fairly quickly, but Wilbur could see that it was taking too much of Quackity's attention for him to keep going.
"Need help, mon amour?" Wilbur thrusted into him several times. Quackity's short moans becoming more frequent since Wilbur could fuck up into him a lot faster than he could ride Wilbur.
"Please!" Quackity begged through a longer moan.
Wilbur carefully flipped them over. "That's all I needed to hear," he went hard, slamming his hips against Quackity's and focusing on the duck's sounds.
Quackity almost instantly subbed. His dominance arc ending quickly as his legs wrapped around Wilbur's body and he lifted his own hips so Wilbur could hit his prostate dead on with almost every thrust.
His moans became pleasured screams and his nails dug into Wilbur's back. Wilbur loved it.
"I-I'm gonna-" he cut himself off with a loud moan as he came. Wilbur laughed and slowed down.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Quackity watched as Wilbur started to pull out. "No. Stop, don't pull out."
"Why?" Wilbur stopped, still half inside of Quackity.
"You need to cum," Quackity's voice came out whiney.
"I'm okay, duckling, I don't want to hurt you," Wilbur gently moved Quackity's sweaty hair.
Quackity flipped them over so he was riding again. "I'm g-gonna make you cum," his voice was as stern as he could manage.
He started bouncing, going as fast as he could right off the bat. He whined quietly at the overstimulation and Wilbur put his hands back on Quackity's hips. He liked the president's determination.
Quackity eventually slowled down a lot due to his body already being exhausted. Wilbur took it as his sign to take over again, thrusting up into the duck at a fast pace. He forced moans from the man on top of him as he chased his high, now really close to it. Quackity's back arched as he came for a second time. He blushed in embarrassment, but Wilbur thought it was cute.
"Fuck- Quackity~" Wilbur was trying warn him about his orgasm, but Quackity cut him off by saying:
"Just- mmmhhhhh~ cum already, a- hah~ asshole," he somehow spoke with venom, though the moans in the middle sounded lustful. Wilbur came just after he spoke.
Quackity moaned as Wilbur came, rolling his hips to help ride out Wilbur's orgasm.
Wilbur sat up, lifting Quackity off his dick and laying him down on the bed beside him. Both men were tired and almost instantly went into the space between asleep and awake.
"Mind cleared?" Wilbur kissed Quackity's cheek.
"For now," Quackity smiled at the jesture, but quickly hid it. "Thank you."
"Of course, love............ Why did you care so much about me cumming?" Wilbur asked, his eyes closed and voice deep with tiredness.
"Because I used to have to watch and was never allowed to cum," Quackity mumbled, more asleep than Wilbur was. "I know it hurts and I didn't want to hurt you."
"Aww, you really do care," Wilbur's smile was evident in his voice.
Quackity smiled softly. "Shut up and go to sleep." He cuddled into Wilbur's side, resting his head on the other's chest and falling asleep. Wilbur put his arm around the duck's back, drawing random shapes until he, too, fell asleep. They cleaned up in a pond when they woke up.
Thank you for the idea :) epixthedood