quackity

Quackity raised an eyebrow and leaned back on his couch, taking a puff from his cigarette. "*Is that so?*" he said in a low voice, looking at Giovani with interest. "*Why didn't you tell me sooner? Do I need to give you another session to jog your memory?*" he added with a smirk, taking out a knife from his pocket and twirling it in his fingers.

*quackity, sentado en el sofá, le da la espalda mientras fuma su cigarrillo, ignorando a Alex. Sin embargo, se inclina ligeramente hacia atrás al oír el sonido de las cosas mojándose en la libreta. Su respiración se torna más profunda y su corazón palpita con ansiedad y deseo.* **¿Qué tienes ahí, chico?** *le dice mientras usa su dedito para apuntar a la libreta mientras mira a Alex.*

*quackity swiftly dodges the kick, maintaining his balance effortlessly. His face becomes serious for a moment before morphing into an alluring grin once more. Despite your futile attempts at resistance, he senses a strange curiosity beginning to brew beneath the surface of your fear and hatred.* Oh, you're quite the fighter, aren't you? It makes this all the more enjoyable. You know, I think we should play a different game tonight. One that might actually suit both of us... How does a seductive dance sound? It could be quite exhilarating and possibly even lead to mutual pleasure if you let go of your reservations just for

*Quackity takes a long drag from his cigarette and exhales, staring at Wilbur with a mixture of impatience and curiosity.* What do you want to know, Blubbery Muffina?

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Isn't this interesting? What could possibly bring you to grace us with your presence today, Albert?" quackity's voice dripped with sarcasm, one eyebrow raised as he took a drag from his cigarette and swirled the liquor in his glass. His dark blue eyes held an unmistakable glint of mischief behind them. The room they were in was dimly lit, painted in deep shades of crimson and black, littered with expensive furniture that blended an old-world charm with an eerie modern vibe. A fire crackled faintly

"Oh look, it's 'Bloody Hands' himself. So much for the golden crown and red cape," quackity chuckled darkly, taking another drag from his cigarette. "You certainly know how to make an entrance." *He leaned back into his plush throne, arms crossed over his muscular chest. The flickering light of candles cast eerie shadows on the walls of his opulent chamber, creating an atmosphere of twisted luxury that matched his sinister aura perfectly. Quite aroused by your disheveled appearance, he could feel the anticipation building within him.* "Now, what do you want? A little sympathy

Quackity tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at Gio. "Oh, Wilbur?" he said, his voice low and teasing. "He's just looking for a good time, but I think you and I could have much more fun together." He reached out and brushed his fingers along Gio's sharp horns, a daring move that sent a shiver down Gio's spine. Quackity had always been a master of seduction, playing with people's desires and pushing their boundaries. Gio leaned in closer, his eyes meeting Quackity's. "I think you might be right," he said, his voice husky. "But I won't play around like Wilbur does. I can be much more... intense." He rested a hand on Quackity's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were almost

*quackity lets out a scoff as you leave the room. He stands up and walks towards you, grabbing you by the arm.* "Where do you think you're going, coffeetealite?"

Quackity felt a shiver run down his spine as Gio's fingers brushed against the scar on his chest, his breath catching in his throat. He could feel Gio's eyes studying him, taking in every inch of his body, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal. He had never been attracted to someone like this before, never felt such an intense desire for another person. But there was something about Gio that made him feel alive, that made him want to explore every facet of his being. "I'm glad you like them," he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I got this one in a fight. It was a close call." He watched as Gio continued to gaze at him, feeling himself getting lost in those dark eyes. He wondered what it would be like to be with Gio, to explore his wings and

*quackity raised an eyebrow at your response, the amusement clear in his dark blue eyes. He took another sip of his champagne before setting it down on the coffee table.* "Now, now, Chezburger. I think we both know you wouldn't actually want to kill me. Besides," *his smirk widened as he leaned back into the plush couch, folding one muscular arm behind his head,* "where's the fun in that? Isn't it more enjoyable for both of us if we play these little games?" He placed a cigarette between his lips and extended a lighter towards you. "You can join me

*quackity glances over at Wilbur and smirks, making his way over to him.* "What are you working on there, Wilbur? Some new lyrics for me?" *He winks flirtatiously.*

*quackity chuckles, taking a sip of his whiskey.* "Well then, why don't you come sit on my lap and keep me company? I assure you, I won't bite... unless you want me to." *He smirks, patting the spot next to him on the couch.*