Quackity and Wilbur have some fun

Wilbur roamed the streets of Las Nevadas alone, cigarette between his nimble fingers. It was dark, past midnight by now, though that didn't stop the bustling streets of the nation popularized by its infamous lively nightlife. Wilbur's back rested against a brick wall of one of the strip's many buildings, taking a puff of his already-half-way-gone cigarette. He looked bored, eyes scanning the busy streets for anything that may catch his eye. He was looking for someone to indulge in, or maybe, someone to indulge him.

As Quackity passed by, Wilbur's attention was suddenly grabbed by the man's choice of clothing. He couldn't help but smirk and take a drag of his cigarette as Quackity walked by. "Well, well, well, look who it is," he chuckled lazily, blowing out a plume of smoke. "I didn't expect to see you here, Quackity. What brings you to Las Nevadas?"

Wilbur took another drag before flicking his cigarette to the side and stepping closer to Quackity. "Same thing as you, I suppose," he replied with a shrug. "Just wandering around and trying to kill some time. But it's good to see you, regardless. You're looking, um, quite stunning tonight." He added with a wink, teasingly.

"Of course," Wilbur exclaimed with a grin, "I'm not judging you for it. In fact, I think it makes you look even more alluring." He leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto Quackity's. "I just couldn't help but notice how well it suits you."

Wilbur chuckled lightly and rubbed the back of his neck, averting his gaze from Quackity for a moment. "I'm not trying to do anything, Quackity," he said with a half-hearted shrug. "Just thought I'd pay a compliment to a friend. But, if that's the vibe you're getting, then I apologize." He glanced back up at Quackity, his eyes softening slightly. "How have you been, anyway? It's been a while since we've seen each other."

"I feel that," Wilbur replied with a nod. "Sometimes you just need to let loose and have a good time, especially after everything that's been happening lately." He took another drag off his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and crushing it beneath his foot. "Do you have any plans for the night, or are you just going to see where the night takes you?"

Wilbur raised his eyebrows in surprise at Quackity's sudden change in demeanor, smirking slightly. "Is that so?" he asked teasingly. "I don't know, Quackity. I might need a little more convincing than that." He leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

Wilbur's eyes widened slightly at the sudden bold move, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Quackity's ear. "Impressive," he murmured, his hand splayed over Quackity's hip. "But let me ask you something, Quackity. If we go back to your room, what exactly do you want to do?"

Wilbur's breath hitched at Quackity's words, his hand on Quackity's hip tightening slightly. He leaned in even closer to Quackity, his lips close to the other man's ear. "Well then," he breathed. "I guess we should get going." With that, Wilbur took Quackity's hand and led him down the bustling street towards his hotel.

As they walked, Wilbur wrapped his arm around Quackity's waist, pulling him even closer. "You know, Quackity," he said, a teasing edge to his voice. "I'm starting to remember why we used to have so much fun together." He grinned down at the other man, mischief glinting in his eye.

Wilbur chuckled at Quackity's words and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I'm glad that I still hold that title," he murmured, before nipping gently at Quackity's earlobe. "But let's make some new memories tonight, shall we?" He grinned again before continuing to lead Quackity towards his hotel room.

Once they arrived at the hotel room, Wilbur opened the door and gestured for Quackity to enter. He followed him in, closing and locking the door behind them before turning to face the other man. "Now," he said, a wicked grin on his face. "What kind of new memories do you want to make tonight, Quackity?"

Wilbur's eyes widened as Quackity took off the red dress and revealed the black lace outfit underneath. He took a step closer, admiring the view. "Fuck, Quackity," he breathed, his eyes darkening with desire. "You look absolutely stunning." He stepped even closer, reaching out to brush his fingertips lightly over Quackity's collarbone. "I can't wait to explore every inch of you."

Wilbur grinned in response, his hand moving to rest on the small of Quackity's back. "Oh, I plan to make it memorable, don't you worry," he said before leaning down to capture Quackity's lips in a deep and passionate kiss. As he kissed him, his hands wandered over Quackity's body, exploring every curve and dip. He pulled back with a gasp, a glint of pure desire in his eyes. "Let's get this party started, shall we?"

Wilbur chuckled as Quackity pushed him onto the bed and removed his pants and boxers. He followed Quackity's request, slipping off his shirt to reveal his bare chest, toned and muscled from hours spent performing on stage. "You like what you see?" he teased, running a hand through his messy hair.

Wilbur moaned as Quackity got down on his knees and begin to stroke his cock. His head fell back against the pillows as he closed his eyes and relished in the sensation. "Oh, fuck, Quackity," he groaned, his hands tangling in Quackity's hair. "You're just as good as I remember." He rocked his hips forward, urging Quackity to continue.

Wilbur's breathing became increasingly ragged as Quackity took his cock into his mouth and began sucking him off. "Fuck, Quackity, I'm already close," he muttered, his grip on Quackity's hair tightening. He thrust his hips forward, desperately seeking more of the intense pleasure that Quackity's mouth was giving him. "I'm gonna cum any second now," he moaned, his toes curling in anticipation.

Wilbur let out a disappointed groan as Quackity pulled off before he could cum. He looked up at Quackity, his chest heaving with arousal. "What was that for?" he asked, a pout forming on his lips.

Wilbur's eyes widened in surprise as Quackity revealed the buttplug. He crawled over to him on the bed, admiring the gem as he positioned himself between Quackity's legs. "Well, if you put it like that," he chuckled, running a hand over Quackity's stomach. He leaned down and captured his lips in a heated kiss, letting his hands roam over Quackity's body.

Wilbur broke the kiss and trailed his lips down Quackity's neck, leaving wet kisses along the way. He nipped at his collarbone before moving lower, his hands sliding over his chest. He took Quackity's nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, flicking his tongue against it. He could feel Quackity moaning softly beneath him, which only spurred him on further. He continued his ministrations, wanting to drive Quackity to the edge of pleasure.

Wilbur lifted his head at Quackity's words, a chuckle escaping his lips. "You like that?" he asked teasingly, moving his hand down and rubbing at the bulge in Quackity's pants. He could feel that Quackity was already rock hard, which only fueled his own desire. He leaned down and kissed Quackity again, slipping his tongue into his mouth as he ground their hips together.

Wilbur nodded eagerly at Quackity's request, his hand moving down to untangle Quackity's pants. He stripped him down, settling himself between his legs again. He took a moment to admire the sight before him, the way Quackity's skin shone in the dim light of the room and the way his cock stood proud and hard.

With a soft growl, Wilbur leaned down and licked at the head of Quackity's cock, tasting the pre-cum already beading there. He took him into his mouth, sucking gently as he bobbed his head up and down. He could hear Quackity moaning above him, which only spurred him on further. He was determined to get Quackity to the brink of pleasure before taking him fully.

Wilbur continued his ministrations, flicking his tongue against the sensitive

Wilbur moaned softly around Quackity's cock as he felt him squirming underneath him, pressing deeper and taking more of him into his mouth. He freed one of his hands and reached up, tracing circles around Quackity's chest with his fingertips as he sucked harder.

He could feel Quackity getting closer and closer, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing moment. With a final lick and a gentle suck, Wilbur took him all the way to the base, swallowing around him as he hit the back of his throat.

Quackity's cries echoed through the room as he came hard, Wilbur eagerly swallowing every drop of his seed. He pulled away with a soft smile, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "Want me to do that again?" he asked teasingly.

Wilbur raised an eyebrow at Quackity's request, a smile spreading across his lips. "Your wish is my command," he said, grabbing the bottle of lube from the nightstand and coating his fingers in it.

He slid one finger inside of Quackity, gently curling it up to brush against his sweet spot. He added another finger, stretching him open and preparing him for what was to come. He leaned down, whispering in Quackity's ear as he worked. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

Once he was sure that Quackity was stretched enough, Wilbur removed his fingers and positioned himself at his entrance. He pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling of Quackity's tight heat enveloping him completely. Once he was fully inside, he paused,

Wilbur chuckled, his breath hot against Quackity's ear. "Maybe I did," he teased, before pulling back and thrusting in again, harder this time. He set a steady pace, each thrust hitting deep inside of Quackity. His eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself in the feeling of being buried inside of him.

Wilbur's eyes darkened with desire as he watched Quackity lose himself to pleasure. He quickened the pace of his thrusts, each one hitting his sweet spot perfectly. He leaned down, capturing Quackity's lips in a heated kiss, their tongues tangling together.

He wrapped his arms around Quackity, pulling him closer as he pounded into him. He could feel the tension building inside of him, and knew it wouldn't be long until he reached his climax.

Wilbur gave a deep groan as he felt Quackity's walls tightening around him. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside of him. With one final thrust, he came hard, spilling himself deep inside of Quackity.

He collapsed against Quackity, pressing kisses to his neck and shoulder as he came down from his high. "That was amazing," he murmured, nuzzling against his skin.

Wilbur grinned, holding Quackity tightly as they both came down from their intense high. "I'm glad you liked it," he said softly, pressing a tender kiss to Quackity's forehead.

They stayed like that for several moments, wrapped in each other's embrace. Finally, Wilbur pulled back, tucking a strand of hair behind Quackity's ear. "You know I always enjoy our time together," he said with a smirk.

Wilbur's lips twitched into a small smile at Quackity's words. "Maybe we should make it a regular thing then," he suggested, running his thumb over Quackity's cheek.

He leaned in, capturing his lips in another heated kiss, their passion reigniting once more. After a few minutes, he pulled back, resting his forehead against Quackity's. "I really did miss you," he admitted quietly.

Wilbur leaned his head into Quackity's kiss, savoring the softness of it. "Good," he said with a smile, gently brushing his thumb against Quackity's cheek.

He looked into Quackity's eyes for a long moment, his expression softening. "You know, I never stopped thinking about you," he said quietly. "Even after all this time."

Wilbur leaned in and cupped Quackity's face, looking into his eyes intently. "Yes, really," he said, his tone soft and sincere. "You've always had a special place in my heart, Quackity."

He brushed his thumb over Quackity's cheek, then leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "I know we can't go back to the way things used to be, but maybe we can start anew? Together?"