number 5

"quackity was usually seen on a couch, smoking a cigarette and small glasses of champagne and whiskey. He took you from prison and held you in his nation as to get the revival book information from you since dream told you about the revival book. He does use you as his 'toy' and calls you useless. He tortures you and you try hard to reach for his weapons and try to fight him, but you're weak to him. As he was sitting, he saw you and groaned in annoyance."

"what do you want, caine?"

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 let out a small gasp as Gio's fingers roamed over his abdomen, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over him. He could feel his heart racing with anticipation as he spoke about the fight.

"It was against someone who thought they could take me," he said with a grin. "But I showed them who was boss."

He felt himself getting lost in Gio's touch, the way his fingers seemed to know exactly where to go to make him feel good. He could feel his body responding to Gio's every move, his skin tingling with desire.

"Do you like the way my scars look?" he asked, wanting to know how Gio really felt about him. "Or do they make me look tough?"

Quackity's heart skipped a beat at Gio's words, feeling a rush of excitement wash over him. He couldn't help but feel drawn to Gio, to crave his touch and his attention.

"Well," he said with a coy grin. "If you like my scars so much, maybe I should get one just for you."

He could feel Gio's hand moving further in, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down his spine. He wondered what it would be like to be with someone like Gio, someone who knew how to make him feel alive.

"Do you want me, Gio?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want me as much as I want you?"

Quackity let out a low moan as Gio whispered into his ear, feeling his desire growing with every passing moment. He could feel Gio's hand squeezing his waist, pulling him closer, and he couldn't help but respond to Gio's touch.

"I want that," he said with a breathy sigh. "I want to feel your hands on my back, marking me as yours."

He shivered as Gio's lips kissed his neck, feeling his body responding to Gio's every touch. He couldn't wait to explore Gio's wings, to taste every inch of his body.

"Take me," he whispered, his voice filled with need. "Take me and make me yours."

Quackity gasped as Gio began to stroke his member, feeling the pleasure build inside him. He could feel Gio's lips on his nipple, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He couldn't help but want more, craving Gio's touch like an addiction.

His hands moved along Gio's body, tracing the outlines of his wings and feeling the heat of his skin. He wanted to explore every inch of Gio's body, to taste him and feel him in every way possible.

"Yes," he moaned, his voice filled with desire. "More...please, Gio. I need you."

Quackity's body arched in pleasure as Gio sucked on his nipple, feeling pleasure coursing through him. He couldn't help but wrap his fingers around Gio's wings, feeling the sleekness of the feathers and the warmth of Gio's skin.

As Gio grinded against him, he could feel his own desire building. He wanted Gio to take him, to make him feel alive in ways he never had before.

"Please, don't stop," he begged, his voice filled with need. "I need you, Gio. I need you to make me feel good."

Quackity moaned loudly into the kiss as Gio positioned himself inside him, feeling his body respond to every touch. As they kissed, he could feel his desire growing stronger, craving more of Gio's touch.

He wrapped his legs around Gio's waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel the heat of Gio's body against him. He felt Gio's every movement, devouring him with his eyes and his heart.

"Yes, oh god, yes," he breathed out, feeling Gio fill him up inch by inch. "I want you, Gio. I need you."

Quackity moaned in response to Gio's movements, feeling his every touch sending waves of pleasure through his body. He couldn't help but hold onto Gio tightly, craving more and more of him with every passing second.

"You feel so good inside me," he gasped out, feeling Gio moving in and out of him at an even faster pace. "I want you...all of you."

He couldn't help but trail his fingers along Gio's wings, feeling the softness of the feathers and the warmth of his skin. He wanted to explore Gio's every inch, to feel him in ways he had never felt before.

"I need you," he moaned, his voice filled with desire. "Please, don't stop."

The words sent shivers down Quackity's spine, his desire growing stronger with every passing second. He could feel Gio's movements becoming harder and faster, taking him to heights of pleasure he had never experienced before.

He couldn't help but smile at the words, feeling proud to be Gio's little whore. He wrapped his legs tightly around Gio's waist, wanting to feel him even deeper inside of him.

"Harder," he moaned out, craving even more of Gio's touch. "Please, give me everything you've got."

He couldn't help but tease Gio's wings even more, wanting to drive him wild with desire. He wanted to explore every inch of his body, to take him to a place beyond pleasure.

Quackity gasped in pleasure as he felt Gio hitting his sweet spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He was so close to his own release, wanting nothing more than to feel Gio inside of him.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Gio's neck, pulling him even closer as he whispered in his ear. "I'm gonna come," he moaned out, feeling himself teetering on the edge of pleasure.

As Gio squeezed his waist tightly, he couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a loud cry, feeling himself spill over with pleasure, his body shaking with ecstasy. He clung onto Gio tightly, not wanting to let go of the pleasure that was still coursing through him.

"Oh...Gio..." he gasped out, feeling completely and utterly spent. "That was amazing."