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Quackity has never minded his job, in fact, he'd go so far as to say he loves his job.
Not a lot of people could say that nowadays, he considered himself lucky for it. I mean; a good handful of his friends worked alongside of him. Of course, he loved the attention it brought him and plus, it paid good- sure he might have to do some odd things at times, but it didn't stop his enthusiasm about it.
Working at a popular strip club was never necessarily easy (both mentally and physically) and he understood that. But through his eyes it was just a cheap excuse to get drunk and mess around. Though, he did encounter some awkward experiences outside of work when he'd accidentally stumble upon past clients with their families. He'd always find an excuse to not remember them, saying they were just imagining stuff or act uncomfortable, so they'd leave him alone.
Oh, and then there was times where he'd have to deal with people halfway down the deep end and some who were borderline psychopathic. Some idiot had almost dragged a dagger down the right side of his face when he refused to do something he didn't want to do, luckily one of his coworkers was there to stop them just in time.
Nonetheless, he couldn't quit, he wouldn't even want to consider it. There was only one reason he couldn't, and it was those icy blue eyes that always followed him around when he would get up on stage and dance for lingering eyes.
Quackity couldn't lie to himself even if he wanted to, he was in love with his best friend. And he wasn't sure he returned those feelings or not. It was all too confusing, maybe it was because of his flirty personality that they would always pass subtle hints to each other.
They would sneak glances when they thought the other wasn't looking, or sometimes they'd suggest dirty things to one another just to get each other on edge. It sparked something inside of Quackity that made his heart thump loudly inside his chest. He's never felt anything like it before, it made him feel jittery.
Quackity was sitting crossed leg on one of the bar tables, his black see through lingerie tightly compressing against his skin, the fabric was a size too small- they said it was so it could show off his curves, but he doubted that. The golden wings on his open back were spread widely out, though he was still cautious for dancing drunken people who might slam into them.
His brown eyes were strongly fixated on stage, watching the blue-eyed boy grip the pole tightly with one hand as he danced along to the erotic music playing in the background. There was a small smile tugging at his lips as they locked eyes, the other winking in his direction.
He could only feel himself digging his grave deeper, but that didn't stop him from admiring from afar. Relationship within the strip club were strictly forbidden as to please some of the customers, he had always thought it was stupid. That was the only thing holding him back, he didn't want to lose his job because of it. Quackity sighed deeply- tearing his eyes away sadly.
He reached one of his hands to grab his shot of vodka that sat in front of him before it was quickly snatched by an unknowing hand.
"Hey-!" The small boy jumped at the sudden action as he turned to look at whoever the fuck had snatched his drink so abruptly, "Aren't you cold, sugar?"
Of course, it was that bastard. Just his luck.
"I'm not," He was, but he knew how to hide his shivering, the few straps of clothing stuck on him were never enough. He wasn't allowed to wear sweaters or anything like that, he needed to show skin so people would pay. He couldn't even keep his iconic beanie, which pissed him off every time he thought about it.
A large arm would wrap around his shoulder as to 'save him from the cold', only making him shrink in place. Though, the warmth felt nice and all he didn't want to admit that he enjoyed when the taller did small affectionate gestures like these. "What do you want, Schlatt?"
The bluntness in the raven-haired boy startled the man, his eyes narrowing down at him as he shoved the winged boy forward into his chest in an awkward position. "Do you speak to your mother in that tone, boy?"
"Fuck off, man. Let go of me." The smell of the taller man's mouth reeked of alcohol from how close they were standing, he tried to peak at the stage to see if George was still dancing before Schlatt spoke up again. "Come on, Quackity- I wanna have fun, I had a stressful fuckin' day today and I need something to cool me off. How much?"
Schlatt crouched down to the duck hybrid's height level, buried his face in the crook of the hybrid's neck, cringing as he felt the others facial hair rub uncomfortably against his skin. "150 per hour. Wait- you haven't even paid me for last time, asshole. You said you'd have the money by the next time you saw me."
"Your prices are too fuckin' high for me, baby, c'mon- why- why don't you cut me some slack here." The ram's voice lowered slightly and Quackity stiffened, the winged boy placed a hand on the ram's face- shoving him aside. "I'm on my break, if you couldn't tell, go find another whore that'll take you."
"Do you know who the fuck you're talking to, bitch?" The grip on the duck hybrid tightened making the other's heart skin a beat- he could feel a lump forming in the pit of his throat as he eyed Schlatt. "Yo-You're hurting me asshole- let me fucking go before I call security on your ass. Having sexually harassed a stripper won't look good for that social status you care so much fo-"
The red eyes boring into the smaller's skull narrowed and his grip loosened. Thank god. But before he could say more, a hand would stick into the empty bra of his lingerie, shoving something inside. He looked down to see what Schlatt had stuffed into his clothing, his eyes widened. There was at least two handfuls of a hundred-dollar bills in there. Quackity felt uneasy about it, he'd always known that the ram hybrid has had trouble earning money these days, so how could he possibly obtain this much in a short span of time?
"What the fuck-? How did you-" The duck hybrid couldn't finish his sentence as he fished some money out, staring down at it with surprised eyes. Yep, they were definitely real. He shot his eyes back at Schlatt to give him a look, one brow raised in slight curiousity. "You didn't, like-"
"No. No- no, fuck no." Schlatt dragged a hand down his tired looking face, scrunching his face up in an emotion Quackity couldn't quite recognize. "I don't fucking do that shit anymore, it's just drugs. My guys got some pretty good fuckin' deals so I'm helping them out with that shit."
Quackity nodded carefully, before he had taken up the whole stripper gig Schlatt and him were a couple. Of course, it wasn't a healthy one, it almost ended in one of them getting shot up. The ram hybrid was a well-known drug lord around these parts, and he would often kill people when things didn't go his way. And yeah, it was pretty odd hooking up with your ex-fiancé months after you've completely broken up - but both of them couldn't give two shits. Schlatt needed a stress reliever and Quackity needed a good fuck. It was a win - win for both parties.
It didn't mean that both of them were automatically good with each other, they still hated each other's guts- and probably would until their last breaths.
"Okay, whatever. But if I find out you got this fucking money off of killing some poor fucker, I'm filing a restraining order against you." The duck hybrid forced his words out, pushing the arm off of him quickly before dragging the other backstage. As they pushed aside some of the people, he would casually steal some glances at the still dancing male on stage- he was a real gaze stealer for most of the crowd. The traced the others features carefully, watching as his hips moved gracefully to the music. A bit of jealousy sparkled within the pit of his stomach, he ignored it like always. "You'll have to pay me extra for this one though, asshole."
They snuck off past the crowd of dancing people, into one of the sectioned off private rooms, specifically his private room. The door had his name plastered on it in a fake golden plaque, "QUACKITY" it read. When he had first saw it, he thought it was a bit much and cringed at it, but now Quackity loved to see it. He entered the code in the little padlock before entering. Quackity shoved Schlatt inside of the small room, which smelled grossly of sex and alcohol. He took of his black high heels as he watched Schlatt sit down on the twin sized bed, he set aside all the money in one of the night stands to collect later.
On rough nights where he didn't have anywhere to stay, Quackity would often sleep here. It was better than the cold floors of the empty streets at night, and definitely safer- it was also another reason why he kept the job he had. It provided him a place where he could feel safe...sometimes.
He crawled over towards the ram man, slithering in between his legs. He rested his face within his thighs, looking up at him with doe-like eyes. "Fuck, Quackity, you always get me hard when you do that."
The winged man smirked, massaging his thighs before leaning forward to look at him dead on. "I wish I could say the same about you," his words were sharp and laced with bitterness. He wouldn't let Schlatt say another work as he licked a wet stripe up the others clothed crotch.
"Even when you run your filthy fuckin' mouth, I know you don't mean it, if you did you wouldn't be doing this type of shit. You know it too, don't you?" The horned man rested a large hand on the others head as he let out a heated sigh. Quackity knitted his brows together- not responding. He knew he was right, but he didn't wanna say anything about it, if he did he knew Schlatt would put him in a corner he wouldn't be able to get himself out of.
He leaned in further, closing his teeth around the zipper, he took one last look at the expression on his ex-fiancé's face before unzipping his pants with his teeth in one swift motion. "Shit. Careful with it, whore, these are new."
"Do you want to get your dick sucked or not?" The hand dug into his hair, tangling itself within the thick strands of long raven hair. He waited for an answer but he didn't get one, so he just continued. He managed to get the others man's pants down, the bulge of his cock outlining through his boxers. He gripped the base, jerking it slowly while rubbing the head with his thumb.
"Stop being a fuckin' tease and get on with it already," Schlatt looked no less impressed than he usually was, making Quackity's blood boil, the winged man shoved his boxers down in one quick motion—watching the other's cock spring out in front of him. The cool air hitting him let a sigh of relief escape the ram's lips, he kept the hand on Quackity's hair- urging him to hurry up.
The smaller gripped the base, giving kitten licks to his leaking slit. He could taste the pre-cum on his tongue with a crude expression, Quackity could hear the other groan above him- it gave him a slight satisfactory feeling that he was at least doing a decent job.
Quackity took him into his mouth, swirling his tongue around with slick and quick motions. Schlatt decided this wasn't enough for him, so with the tight grip on the duck hybrid's long hair he would shove him down onto his dick. The other gagged, he could feel Schlatt's cock hit the back of his throat with a brute force.
Quackity quickly tapped the side of Schlatt's thigh to indicate that he wanted off, but of course, Schlatt being the asshole he was he didn't listen. The duck hybrid could only sob as the ram hybrid fucked open his throat- a slow pace at first, Schlatt grunted at the tightening feeling. "Fuck, Quackity- you're so fuckin' tight."
The dick felt heavy on his tongue, and his mouth being forced open so widely was starting to ache with a fire-y sensation. He tried to focus on the loud muffled music outside of the room but everything fucking hurt. He tried to gasp for air but the more he struggled the more Schlatt seemed to gain pleasure from the situation.
"You enjoy being used like this don't you? Like a fuckin' toy. Pathetic bitch," Quackity coughed and cried as Schlatt's cock slid down his throat with ease, tears and drool were flowing down his face- the sound of gagging and choking made his anxiety rise. It was all going to fast, his mind didn't have anytime to process what was going on. He couldn't take him all so quickly, and Schlatt knew that.
Quackity was complementing biting him, but he knew that would earn him more than an ass beating. He didn't wanna die, not like this, not while sucking dick. As the duck hybrid tried his best to not dislocate his jaw, the other would let out a pained growl. Tears would blur his vision as Schlatt pulled Quackity off of him, still having the tight grip on his hair.
The winged boy sobbed and gasped for air, drool pouring out of his mouth as he coughed violently. A sharp sensation would sting the side of his cheek, he was now facing the opposite direction with wide eyes. Schlatt had slapped him, and Quackity wanted to die.
"WATCH THE FUCKIN' TEETH, BITCH. Or I'll fuckin' rip them out for you, one by one. How does that sound?" Schlatt howled with laughter at the idea, "You like the sound of being a fuckin' toy for me, bitch? You like that?" The ram hybrid would force the others mouth open with his fingers before shoving his hard cock down his throat. Quackity cried harder at the threat, he felt scared, truly.
Schlatt always managed to do this to him in every situation.
His cock would leak pre-cum down the others throat every time Quackity's throat squeezed around him for air. The look of disgust painted across the tanned face, there was no color left in his eyes, they were dull and had no sparkle within them- they fluttered shut as Schlatt's cock hit deeper in him. He grabbed on whatever the fuck was in his reach, gripping tightly as Schlatt grunted. The rough treatment wasn't getting any better as the hand wrapped within his hair started to pull him back and slam him back down with a quick rhythm.
With one last pull at Quackity's hair down on his cock, he came. He had no choice but to swallow all of him with a small broken cry of desperation, his eyes rolling back at the burning feeling. All of Schlatt's cock was shoved down his throat- a small pool of spit and tears underneath them. "God fuckin' damn it, sugar. Look at the fuckin' mess you made." Scratch marks littered the inside of the others thighs, signaling the duck hybrid's struggle against him.
Schlatt scoffed in disgust as he looked at Quackity's fucked out face- red cheeks and tear stained face. His mascara had been ruined by the splotchy tears and the iconic red lipstick he wore had been smeared outside of its desired application.
"You look a whore," Schlatt said nothing more as he stood up swiftly, letting the other collapse on the floor next to him. The horned man was quick to pull up his boxers and tuck himself back in his pants. "Thanks for the service, I guess. I'll come back tomorrow around the same time,"
Schlatt started to walk out of the room with a out - of - breath Quackity still struggling on the floor, he was sure he was dying, he hoped he was dying. It wouldn't be pleasant nor ideal for one of his co-workers to find him rotting inside a sex dungeon, but he didn't care at that point.
The duck hybrid closed his eyes, focusing on the footsteps that would leave his private room, once he was sure Schlatt was gone he stood up.
He placed a hand on his sore throat, cringing at the odd feeling of the aftermath. He was hard, shamefully. Did he really enjoy that?
It fucking hurt but his hard on was telling him otherwise, the duck hybrid was confused- and scared. He swallowed the painful feeling, Quackity could still feel the dick that was shoved down his throat mere minutes. He should forget about it, Schlatt was coming back tomorrow anyway.
He couldn't, even if he tried. It would burn into his memory forever, just another traumatic experience to add onto the big pile of mess he's collected over the years. This didn't compare to any of it, it were a mere pebble.
Quackity helped himself up on the bed, sitting himself down and looking at himself in the mirror across from his bed. His brows knitted together as he traced the smeared makeup on his tear stained face, he wouldn't bother reapplying it as he struggled to do so- George was always the one who helped him with his makeup.
He let himself fall backwards, his eyes shutting slightly. He just wanted to sleep- forget about his 15 minute break, forget about his job, forget about the life he was currently living. He was on the verge of passing out before he heard footsteps start to walk up towards his door, he shot up with the same anxiety feeling he was feeling earlier- waiting for whoever was outside to barge in.
Instead, there was a soft knock at his door- Quackity stayed silent for a few moments before a voice would speak up. "Quackity?"
It was George, his heart melted to his stomach- what the hell was he supposed to say when the other saw him like this? Like the mess he truly was, fucked out and in the middle of a break down.
"I'm coming in-!" Quackity wanted to say something but, god, his throat fucking burned. He could hear the beeps the padlock would make once George entered the correct numbers, he was the only one who knew the code to enter his room besides his boss and himself.
Quackity panicked eternally but he didn't rush to aid himself, he just sat there watching as the door swung open with his beloved standing on the other side. The duck hybrid couldn't help the small smile that itched in the corner of his mouth, he looked beautiful as always. George's outfit mirrored his, except his was a pure white color. Like a dove, it ached his heart to look at him while he looked like a disaster.
"Quackity- oh god- Quackity, are you alright?" The brunette rushed to his side, examining the others face closely as he placed a hand on his cheek to caress it softly. His face burned up with a rosy color as he tried his hardest to avoid eye contact, "It's fine- I'm fine- I just- some customer was being rough with me, is all."
"What the fuck, what did they do to you?" George asked worriedly, not letting go of the other- he was holding onto the duck hybrid like his life depended on it. Quackity's yellow wings closed into his back, sinking back down into the mattress, George followed.
"It's nothing, they just-"
"It doesn't look like nothing," George quickly interrupted him and Quackity sighed. He was always stubborn with things, maybe he should just come clean and say it. Though, shame filled him- he had told George that he stopped hooking up with his ex fiancé weeks ago. He didn't want their relationship to change because of a 'silly' complication, it was all too perfect. Both admired from afar but never took action.
"They were being a little rough with me, y'know- as they always are...choking on dick isn't the most pleasant thing to experience," Quackity laughed a bit, though it turned to a coughing fit quickly, his throat too scratchy to joke around.
"Shit, what the hell?! I'll kill that bastard," George sounded serious, but Quackity knew he wasn't. He would never let George go up against someone like Schlatt, no one could take him. He didn't want George to get wrapped up with him and his shitty life, that's the last thing he wanted- he knew what would happen to the poor boy.
"It's nothing, though, I swear! Actually- actually! I don't even remember what happened, it all happened so fast." Panic filled the duckling as he watched George's expression change, he was doing it to keep him safe. "Oh- Oh come on, George, we all have our fair share of creeps- like that bitch with the stupid fucking smile mask. He wouldn't leave you alone for weeks on end, thank god we were able to scare that fucker off."
George smiled a bit, leaning his head to rest on Quackity's chest, "Yeah- his mask is pretty fucking stupid." They both let out soft giggles as they embraced each other in warmness, George was only a bit taller than the other- so it was comfortable enough for both of them. George stared ahead at the spotless mirror before turning back to Quackity quickly, look of surprise plastered on his painted up face.
"Fuck, Quacks- you're hard." The hybrid stiffened at his words, looking down at the black laced underwear that had an obvious bulge showing. He was too caught up with everything he didn't even notice. "Ah- that- that doesn't matter, let's just- stay like this for a bit." George continue to stare at him until Quackity knew what he was talking about.
His face went terribly red with embarrassment, "W-wait! It's not like that, I swear! That was before you came in.." George smiled and Quackity mirrored him, "You're an idiot." The winged man scoffed at him with dusted cheeks.
George scooted closer to the edge of the bed, he sat by the others waist- looking at the raven haired boy with a smug face. "Let me help you,"
Quackity didn't move an inch, his heart thumped inside his chest as he opened his mouth to say something- nothing came out. "Help me? I don't need help, I-I already told you, I'm fine!"
"Not like that, idiot." George rolled his eyes, god he was fucking pretty when he stared at him like that. Quackity sat up slowly, watching George's every move. "O-okay..? What- what are you planning on doing?"
George blinked, "Wheres that box you have all the good stuff in?" The duck hybrid immediately knew what he was referring to, he pointed at the nightstand, in one of the bottom drawers. The nightstand poured with different lingeries and make up products, different flavored lubes and such. It was all unorganized and it pained George to look at.
George swung his long legs off of the bed, walking over towards the nightstand and rummaging through one of the drawers- he came back with a large sized box in his hands. He could hear the way things would move around and clash together as George threw the box on his bed. Quackity blushed and tore his eyes away as he heard the other pick through the different toys in the blue box. "Wow, Quacks. You have a lot of better toys than I do! That's no fair," he wanted to sink into himself and hide away from embarrassment as George spoke.
"Y-yeah- what are you gonna do again..?" Quackity sounded nervous and George paused for a moment, "I wanna try some stuff out with these bad boys," he held up several toys for Quackity to look at, "Only if you're up for it- of course."
The winged boy nodded quickly, making the other giggle. There's no way Quackity could refuse him,"Great!" George snatched the lube from the box, it was a sweet cherry flavored. It was Quackity's favorite- he was too nervous to do anything so he only watched as George spread the lube on one of the toys- an egg vibrator and then his fingers.
"You ready?" The winged man hummed in response, he couldn't believe this was actually happening. If felt like a fever dream- but a good fever dream.
George would press his fingers up against Quackity's hole, earning a small flinch from the other boy. "You okay?"
"Yeah, it's jus' cold.." George smiled at his response before circling his fingers, spreading the lube messily, Quackity bit the inside of his lip at the odd sensation, "I'm gonna put a finger in, okay?" George looked up at the duck hybrid who had a look of anticipation written all over him, "Aw, you look so adorable like this, Quacks."
His face would turn a bright red color as he felt George push in a finger, the stinging sensation wasn't that bad but it still felt uncomfortable. "Y-you can move," the other complied as he thrusted his finger in and out of him, pushing against his walls carefully. "You're doing well, so well." George leaned to kiss Quackity, distracting him as he inserted another finger.
The winged boy let out a soft whine into the kiss as George stretched him out, scissoring his fingers slowly. Quackity was desperate to have more, he placed a hand on George's shoulder- pushing him off from the kiss. "Is something wrong, Quacks?" George's voice was gentle, caring- unlike most of his clients.
Quackity practically melted, smiling as a sign of reassurance for the other man, "Yes! I am, I just- keep going pl-please..!" George admired the duck's features, tracing the freckles and beauty marks. "You're so pretty, Q." His voice started to fade into seriousness when he spoke, looking at the other dead on.
The duck hybrid started to tear up and George slipped in a third finger. "I love you, Quackity, so much- I've always have. I always get so jealous with these people you hook up with, I hate their fucking guts- I just, I feel like a terrible person for thinking what I think. I want you all to myself."
Quackity's eyes widened as George spoke, looking at him with a spark in his eyes. He almost forgot George was three fingers deep inside him until they were slowly pulled out, earning a whine from the winged boy. His mind processed his words before smiling, wrapping an around around George's shoulders to pull him in for a kiss.
It was soft and warm, comfortable and not savage or rough. Quackity opened his mouth up to let George's tongue slip into him, making a small squeak as he did so. The other explored him thoroughly, taking his time- he wanted to savor this- savor Quackity. George caressed his tanned body, like he was some sort of fragile goddess that could break at any moment.
Quackity giggled at the sensation of having hands all over him, he was a ticklish person and he couldn't help it. As the two broke apart, panting and a line of spit connecting their two lips, Quackity managed to speak up to answer George's confession. "I've loved you too, fuck George..you have no idea. The only reason I kept this stupid job in the first place was so I could see you every day- even with the stalkers or attackers, I don't care about all that- you made everything all worthwhile. I cant live without you.." Quackity was overwhelmed with his feelings, not catching himself when he spilled more than he wanted to say. He was a little embarrassed.
George pressed his forehead up against Quackity's, running a hand through his black locks. The duckling smiled- tears filling in his chocolate eyes from the happiness he was feeling. "I had no idea, I thought it was just careless teasing..after this- lets just..let's fucking run off from here- somewhere where no one will recognize us- start a new life. Together. I want to be with you, Quackity."
Immediately after George stopped speaking, a hand was placed on his cheek and the duck hybrid went in for another kiss- a bit more intense this time, they were finally getting what they both longed for for so long. Quackity was the first to pull part, "I'd love that, I'd love that so much. Just..can we talk about this after? It's starting to hurt.."
George blinked sheepishly as he stared down at the duck hybrid's hard on, a soft laugh escaping him. "Hey don't laugh-! It's not that funny," Quackity mumbled while lightly hitting his chest.
"Oh, of course, darling." He grinned and Quackity groaned, even when having an intimate moment, George enjoyed teasing the other, "Ew- don't call me that. Just get on with it, you idiot!"
George complied, grabbing the already lubed up vibrator and pressing it up against Quackity's entrance. His breathing became shaky as he pushed it in, earning small whimpers and whines from the winged boy. George drank them all up, his eyes not leaving Quackity's face to examine all of the small details in his face. The way his eyes would flutter shut, or the way his mouth would slightly part and small moans would escape his peachy lips "Alright~ and- and one more thing,"
Quackity peaked his eyes open to look at what George was referring to, it was a fleshlight. He's never used that one before so he was excited on what George had planned for them, and he wouldn't lie- he was a bit nervous too.
"Close your eyes," The brunette eyed the duck hybrid mischievously, hesitatingly, Quackity did. There would be the sound of a cap opening and he raven haired boy couldn't help but peak, "I said close 'em!"
"Sorry, sorry! You cant blame me- you're taking forever!" Silence followed before a wet squelching sound echoed throughout the room, Quackity hummed before he flinched at a wet sensation. "Keep them closed, Quacks."
"What the hell are you doing? You better not be doing some stupid shi-" The winged boy was starting to get a bit nervous, he didn't know what to expect from George- he was pretty unpredictable and that scared him.
"Shhh," There was a pause, before he felt the other pull down his see through panties, grabbing his dick with soft - warm hands. Quackity's breath hitched at the feeling before a wet sensation would engulf every inch of his hard - on. The duck hybrid gasped loudly, his wings spreading out behind him as he snapped his eyes open to look at what he had done.
George had poured almost half of the bottle of lube into the fleshlight and forced it on the winged boy's cock, some of it had started to pour on the others thighs, but Quackity's face looked surprised and flustered. "You bastard, that was my favorite!"
"Oh come on, you're enjoying this! Look how red you are," George smiled widely as Quackity scoffed and looked away- but before he could say a smart comeback, the brunette would grab the fleshlight and jerk his hand up, making the other sob. "You're really sensitive, awe- baby, did I really have you waiting so long for this?"
Quackity placed a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans from the other, tears prickling the corner of his eyes shamefully. "No, no, don't cover yourself- I wanna hear your pretty self. All of it." George spoke as he thrusted his hand up and down slowly, it was getting hard to keep eye contact.
"George~ please, fuuck, 's good, so so good!" George's hand movements quickened and would become more sloppy. It drove Quackity crazy, the soft squelches that would leave the toy made him even hotter. The lube was stimulating him closer towards the edge, it made him more sensitive. He craved more of George, needed more of George.
"You know what, I hope you don't mind room for one more.." Quackity hadn't processed what the other had said, he was too busy focusing on the pleasure he was receiving- it was perfect, a mix of tight pain and pleasure.
Quackity would feel something hard intrude the fleshlight against him, he looked down to see what the hell George was doing only for his teary eyes to widen, mouth agape, allowing more whines to pour out with ease. "G-George-!"
"What? You're definitely not cumming without me," The other winked his way as he pushed his leaking cock into the tight fleshlight, spewing small curses under his breath. "It's- tight, fuck."
Both of them moaned in union as George bottomed out, leaving them both panting and drowning in their own whimpers. The toy obviously wasn't made for two people, but they did a good job making it work for both of them. It was unbelievably wet and tight, and hot- so fucking hot. "George-! Ah~ I need m-more!"
"Well..if you say so." George leaned forward, Quackity thinking he was going in for a kiss, leaned in as well before George snatched something besides Quackity. The duck hybrid played it off as nothing but George noticed, he laughed in response- making the other roll his eyes. "You're an idiot."
Quackity ignored George, mostly because of his own embarrassment as his eyes wandered in curiosity- he stared at the small device like thing. George would press a button quickly and all his thoughts would be cut short. A vibrating sensation filled his insides with a burning pleasure. "Oh fuck! Fuck- George! Y-you could've warned me-! Fu-fuck!"
"Sorry..at least it's the lowest setting on this thing," George smirked, he knew he was stripping Quackity from his pride and he loved it. The winged boy grinded his hips up to try and get any sort of relieving sensation, only to rub up against the others cock in the fleshlight.
George cursed out with a series of small moans, he wrapped his hand around the toy once more and started pumping it slowly. The only noise audible to them were the overly wet noises and moans from each other, music to their ears. "Yes! Yes, George- hurry- hurry!"
Quackity placed a hand on top of George's, urging him to hurry his pace. The brunette nodded and started to pull the fleshlight off before slamming it back down onto them. George threw his head back at the tingling sensation in his stomach, shutting his eyes tightly as he continued his steady pace.
Quackity's hand didn't move, he wasn't thrusting his hand- he just wanted to enjoy him, a domestic move, really.
George could feel the way Quackity's cock would twitch beside him, jerking his hand quicker with a rhythmic pace. It felt so god damn wet.
George held the control in his hand as he switched the level up, the vibrator pushing up against him deeper. Quackity cried out as he came in the fleshlight, he'd been holding back for so long that with just one push, he was coming undone in front of the brunette.
George slightly cringed at the sensation of cum getting all over his dick, but he didn't really mind.
"F-Fuck! I'm sorry-! I-I didn't mean to, it was all too much," Quackity was out of breath as George stopped his hand movements as to not overstimulate the poor boy. "Don't stop- don't stop!"
"Are you sure? I don't wanna hurt y-"
"Yes! It feels- good! I want you to cum with me, please George!" Quackity was practically begging the other to continue, so George had no choice but to do so. The vibrator pushed up against the winged boy's prostate, making the other sink back into the bed. He could feel himself starting to get painfully hard again, and George wasn't helping with that.
His hand movements started to quicken once more, back to its original pace. Quackity could feel George against, and fuck it was hot. He could feel every vein against his own dick, or the way his rosy tip would twitch whenever pre-cum leaked from him, slicking them both up.
"Quackity- I think, I think I'm getting close-" George clicked on the highest setting the vibrator had, the brute vibrations hitting against his abused prostate started to make his thighs shake furiously, and the sensation of overstimulation made him cry- his all ready ruined makeup becoming more of a mess. George reflected him; messy pink lipstick and smeared mascara.
"Cum with me, Quacks, together. L-like we promised," George spoke quickly, his voice becoming hoarse. The brunette slammed the toy down onto their cocks once more, warmth engulfing them as George released into the fleshlight. Quackity followed quickly after, the vibrator so brutally slamming itself against his walls. The toy filled with their cum, leaking below them with an uncomfortable sticky feeling.
George turned off the vibrator, making the other try to gasp for air as he collapsed against the soft bedding. He was too out of it, he didn't have enough energy in him to speak or even think.
George pulled the toy off of them and pushed it aside on the bed, ignoring all the fluids following out of it. Quackity shivered at the sudden cold sensation of the air hitting his used cock.
"I'm gonna pull out the vibrator now, okay? It's gonna hurt for a second, but only for a second- promise." Quackity hummed in response as George dipped his fingers inside of the others hole, pulling the vibrator out of him and throwing it aside next to the fleshlight. Quackity whimpered, his back arching at the odd sensation of feeling empty.
"That- that was the most intense orgasm I've had in my entire life," Quackity's voice was barely audible but the other still caught it. It filled him with pride knowing he did that. No others could compete against him- no clients, no ex boyfriends, nothing.
George finally had Quackity all to himself. The brunette would lay himself besides his boyfriend, officially, being mindful of his fragile wings. He pulled the other into a hug, Quackity hiding his face in the crook of George's neck, their limbs tangling together in a comforting position. "I love you, Quackity. So much."
The duck hybrid couldn't help the wide smile grow on him, dimples decorating his detailed face. "I know, I love you too."
"Tomorrow. We start packing as soon as soon as the sun rises, we'll flee the city and move into a small home out in the woods, or wherever you want. We'll have to change our names too, leave all the fucked up shit behind to burn. As long as I'm with you, Quackity, I'll be happy." George stroked a hand through his hair softly, kissing the top of his head.
Quackity's heart thumped against his chest.
He could see the start of their new lives, together.