!CW!: • Making out • Being on the floor. • Threatening. • swearing. • Foul language. • I think that's it.
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Wilbur opened his door after hearing some sort of constant.. Quacking? Either way, he opened the door to be greeted with one of Quackity's ducks giving him a kind of letter. “Is this from Quackity?” Wilbur asked, though he knew exactly what the duck would do.
And, as he expected, the duck jumped and quacked. “Thanks. I'll send one back.” Wilbur said as he shooed the little yellow thing out his doorway.
He closed the door, locked it, and sat down to open the letter.
It read..
‘Would you like to come over to my office later?’
Wilbur knew he meant for a chat, and nothing more, but he also knew that if he sent one back all flirty, it would get Quackity rallied up. And so that's what he did. He wrote a quick letter, folded it up, and strapped it to a pigeon's (British) foot, told it where to go, and released it in the direction.
It only took about half an hour before Quackity received the letter, and another half an hour before Wilbur got the pigeon and a new note back.
Wilbur read the new note quickly, his blank expression switching into one of heavy amusement.
The note read..
‘You know that's not what I meant you horny piece of shit! Prepare to get your ass beat motherfucker, cause I'm coming over.’
Wilbur laughed out loud at how angry and flustered Quackity had clearly gotten at his reply. Now, all he had to do was wait for the duck to come knocking on his door.
× 1 hour later ×
“Wilbur soot open this motherfucking door.” Quackity demanded from outside, and Wilbur simply replied. “It's already opened dumbass.”
This meant that Quackity stormed into the room and tackled Wilbur, dragging him to the floor. (😏) “Why would you send a letter like this when you know that's not what I meant!”
Quackity held the letter up open, revealing what was written..
‘Damn, you really want me so much that you can't wait until I come up on my own? I was already planning to, you fucking whore~. But, since you've asked me too, I won't come up.’
“You know for a fact that's not what I was implying!” “Oh, Yes, I did know that, but I also knew that your reaction would be priceless!” “Oh shut the fuck up!” Quackity said as he slapped him.
Wilbur simply laughed. Quackity sat up, Wilbur following, but Quackity pushed him back down to the floor, his back landing on the cold surface.
“Ouch!” Wilbur Yelped as his back hit the floor. Quackity rolled his eyes until he too yelped as he was pulled down next to wilbur.
Wilbur smirked at how loud he had yelped, and pinned him down to the floor, keeping him down as he yelled at Wilbur to let him sit up. He was loud, so Wilbur gave him a look, sort of asking for consent, before pressing his lips to Quackity's, the duck quickly going quiet.
Wilbur had pulled away, and removed his hands that pinned Quackity down, but Quackity hadn't moved. In fact, he had turned to his side, and had pressed his own lips back onto Wilbur's.
They stayed like this for a little while, before pulling away for air, a thin string of Saliva connecting them. Both wilbur and Quackity were panting, but just as quickly as it had ended it started again, the two trying to pull the other closer, resulting in Wilbur's hands on Quackity's hips, and Quackity arms wrapped around his neck, one hand tangled in his soft, curly hair.
The passion in the kiss was growing significantly, until both of them were desperate to stay connected. The seperated, and Wilbur chuckled. “I told you. You just can't wait, my love~” “Oh shut up..” They spoke, before once again being connected in a passionate kiss.
