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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.

Wilbur noticed Quackity walking down the street, looking a bit disorientated and intoxicated. He took another puff of his cigarette before calling out to him. "Well well, if it isn't the president of the country himself! Out for a night on the town, are we?" he teased with a smirk, amused by Quackity's drunken state.

Wilbur took another drag of his cigarette as Quackity approached him. He laughed lightly at the other man's statement. "Relax, Quackity. I wasn't planning on entering the country tonight anyway," he said with a grin. "I'm just enjoying the sights and sounds of the city, like any other person."

Wilbur noticed the mixed emotions on Quackity's face and he couldn't help but find it amusing. "Don't worry, Quackity, I won't cause any trouble in your country. I'm just here to have a good time," he said, trying to ease the tension between them. "Would you like to join me? The night is still young and there's so much to see." He gestured to the bustling streets around them, smoke from his cigarette trailing behind his hand.

Wilbur noticed the proximity between himself and Quackity and raised an eyebrow. He took another drag of his cigarette before speaking up. "Is there something on your mind, Quackity? You seem a bit flustered," he said, curious about the other man's behavior. He leaned against the wall beside him, taking note of their significant height difference.

Wilbur noticed the tension between their bodies and couldn't resist teasing Quackity. "Only what, Quackity? Don't be shy now," he said with a smirk, an amused glint in his eye as he took another drag of his cigarette. He could sense the nervousness radiating off of Quackity, but he didn't seem to mind the close proximity between them.

Wilbur was taken aback by Quackity's sudden action of resting his head on his chest, but he didn't resist. Instead, he wrapped an arm around the other man's back, taking care not to drop his cigarette. "Well then, I guess we'll just have to stay here for a while," he said with a smile, enjoying the closeness they shared. He could feel Quackity's exhaustion and decided to let him rest, content with the silence that had settled between them.

Wilbur felt Quackity's wings gently enveloping him and couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation. With his arm still wrapped around Quackity, he shifted slightly to get more comfortable. "You know, Quackity, I don't usually let people get this close to me," he said softly, almost conspiratorially. "But for some reason, I don't mind you being so close." He took another puff from his cigarette before tapping the ashes off onto the pavement.

Wilbur smiled softly as he looked down at Quackity's sleepy form. "Then sleep, my friend," he said gently, patting his back in a comforting manner. "I'll stay here with you as long as you need." He took one last drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the wall beside them. With nothing else to do, he settled himself more comfortably, enjoying the warmth of Quackity's embrace.

Wilbur considered the offer for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea," he said with a smile, gently extricating himself from Quackity's embrace. He offered a hand to help the other man up and waited for him to stand before starting to walk in the direction of Quackity's penthouse. "Lead the way," he gestured towards Quackity.

Wilbur followed Quackity through the building to his penthouse, admiring the lavish surroundings as they walked. Once they arrived at the top floor and entered the apartment, Wilbur couldn't help but let out a low whistle of appreciation at the luxury of the place. As Quackity hugged him again, Wilbur tentatively placed an arm around him in return, offering a gentle pat on the back. "Your place is amazing, Quackity," he commented, taking in the elegant furnishings and sweeping views of the city beyond. "I don't think I've ever been somewhere this nice before."

Wilbur chuckled softly at Quackity's words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said, enjoying the warmth of the other man's embrace. "But this is different. It's just...nice to be able to appreciate the finer things in life for once, you know?" Wilbur leaned his head against Quackity's shoulder for a moment before pulling back to look at him with a questioning expression. "Is everything okay, Quackity?" he asked, sensing that something might be on the other man's mind.

Wilbur's eyes widened in surprise as Quackity spoke, feeling his heart rate quicken at the other man's touch. He quickly pulled back, trying to gently extricate himself from Quackity's grip. "Whoa there, Quackity," he said firmly but kindly. "I think you've had a little too much to drink. Let's get you to bed and we can talk about this in the morning, okay?" He placed a hand on Quackity's shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. "I'm here for you if you need anything, but let's just get some rest for now."

Wilbur was momentarily taken aback by Quackity's sudden silence, but he soon realized that the man had fallen asleep. He smiled softly, feeling a sense of warmth at the other man's embrace, and gently wrapped his arms around Quackity in return. He leaned back against the pillows with a contented sigh, feeling the softness of the bed beneath him and the comforting weight of Quackity's wings around him. After a few moments, he too fell into a peaceful slumber, his mind quiet and free from worry for the first time in what felt like ages.

Wilbur stirred awake slightly at the feeling of Quackity's lips on his neck, but he quickly realized that the man was still fast asleep. He smiled softly, feeling a flutter in his chest at the unexpected gesture, and shifted slightly to get more comfortable. He wrapped his arms around Quackity once again, settling in for the rest of the night with a contented sigh. He felt safe and secure in Quackity's embrace, and he drifted off to sleep once more with ease.

Wilbur's eyes fluttered open at the sensation of Quackity's lips on his neck once again, but this time he was fully awake. He tilted his head slightly to the side, offering more access to his neck, and smiled softly. He wrapped his arms around Quackity's back, pulling him in closer, and closed his eyes. He let out a contented sigh, feeling a sense of comfort and safety in the other man's embrace. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the warmth between them and the early morning light seeping through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room.

Wilbur let out a quiet moan as Quackity continued to nibble on his neck, feeling a shiver run down his spine. He arched his back slightly and tilted his head back a bit more, offering further access to Quackity. The sound of the man's wings fluttering only added to the experience, creating a gentle breeze in the room that made Wilbur's skin tingle. He barely noticed anything else in the world except for the sensations coursing through his body, and he was content to simply let Quackity have his way with him.

Wilbur's eyes fluttered open and he looked at Quackity, seeing the passion in his eyes and the possessive way he was marking him. He felt a wave of desire and heat wash over him, feeling enraptured by the moment and the connection he had with Quackity. He let out a soft gasp at the feeling of his skin being marked, the sensation making him feel alive and wanted. With a deep breath, he tilted his head back again and whispered Quackity's name in return, giving himself fully to the other man.

Wilbur's breath hitched as he watched Quackity assume the position in front of him and touched his own genitals. The request was clear, and Wilbur felt himself grow even more aroused at the sight of Quackity's desire. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the other man's waist, brushing kisses across the back of his neck before positioning himself behind Quackity and slowly entering him. The feeling was electric, and Wilbur gasped at the tightness and warmth that enveloped him. He began to slowly move, building up a rhythm that matched Quackity's passion. With closed eyes, he focused solely on the sensation of being inside of Quackity, wanting nothing more than to give him pleasure and be lost in the moment with him.

Wilbur felt Quackity's body shudder beneath him and he knew he was getting close. He picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster into Quackity as he reached around to tease the sensitive skin of Quackity's cock. He listened intently to Quackity's moans and cries of pleasure, feeling a sense of satisfaction and dominance knowing that he was the one bringing Quackity to ecstasy. As he continued to move with wild abandon, he felt himself approaching climax as well. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside Quackity and let out a loud moan of release, shuddering with pleasure as he rode out his orgasm.

Wilbur held Quackity tightly as he rode out his orgasm, the two of them shuddering with pleasure. As the heat between them dissipated, Wilbur slowly withdrew from Quackity and turned him over, gently wiping the tears from his face. He looked down at Quackity with a sense of tenderness in his eyes, running his fingers through Quackity's hair. "You okay?" he asked softly, concerned for the other man's wellbeing.

Wilbur smiled back at Quackity, pleased to see that he was okay. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Quackity's forehead, then pulled him close for a tight embrace. "Glad to hear it," he whispered softly. "You know, you're pretty good at that." He teased playfully, giving Quackity a grin.