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wilbur sighed and adjusted the strap of his guitar, checking the position in the full-length dressing room mirror. the hold on the instrument dropped and his hands raised to his head. he pushed his fingers together, fluffing his hair and fixing it to his liking.
"scared, potter?"
a familiar figure appeared in wilbur's reflection behind him, bearing an annoying smile he was ready to smack off.
"hi quackity," he grunted. trying not to give his rival any more attention, he focused on fixing his clothes. an oversized blue and orange sweater with black skinny jeans and heeled converse made him appear even larger than he already was at 6 foot 5. quackity's frame seemed so small beside him, especially as he stood five feet away.
"cute enough, pretty boy? you know, no amount of makeup will make you look good on stage."
"you have thick eyelashes and i need mascara," wilbur scoffed. "we get it. you'd look more presentable with six more inches in both places, but i don't say anything. at least i have lips."
quackity shrugged. he lifted his guitar strap off over his head, leaning the instrument up against the wall. "i've been told i'm an amazing kisser. unlike you, who's probably never had a girlfriend."
"or boyfriend," wilbur corrected. "and yeah, actually. i have. you're the one who looks fresh out an all boy's high school and never seen a pair of tits before."
"wow, wilbur. reducing women to their breasts? that's low, even for you."
despite the evident sarcasm and teasing in the man's voice, wilbur's patience was simmering low. he turned and stormed passed quackity, brushing him as he walked.
"oh, come on, soot!" quackity called, following his rival across the dressing room. "i'm just fucking with you! come on, lighten up."
the longer wilbur tried to ignore quackity, the more disruptive he became. clearly trying to distract his rival from preparing for his performance, quackity continued to egg him on and push his buttons. he teased him, cracked stupid jokes, told pointless stories, and with wilbur's level of distaste toward the younger, it was a miracle he ignored him as long as he did.
he'd tuned him out well enough so far but wilbur's patience was running thin. without removing his eyes from his guitar, wilbur reached forward, grabbed quackity's beanie, and threw it across the room, hoping he'd chase after the article and leave him in peace for a few moments. wrong.
two hands grabbed wilbur's shoulders and slammed him against the wall, knocking the wind out of his lungs. he coughed, mainly in shock, stumbling to catch his startled frame.
"don't you ever fucking touch my hair again," he growled. "off. limits. do you understand."
"what, like you're an expensive product?" wilbur scoffed. his eyes locked with quackity's, trying to deflect how intimidated he felt by such a smaller figure.
to think of it, this was the first time he'd ever seen quackity's hair. sure, its unkepmt length poked out from under his hat constantly, but that's all. he'd never even adjusted it in mixed company. he would excuse himself to a private dressing room to do that.
"you can fuck with me all you want, soot. you can dye my skin green. you can put chulula in my water. you can pour itching powder down my pants. but you CANNOT touch my hair. do. you. understand."
quackity's lip curled up in distaste, eyes narrow and cheeks red in embarassment. footsteps approached the door behind them, the knob clicking, and without breaking eye contact from wilbur, quackity barked out a command.
"get out, karl. NOW."
the door closed again without a word and wilbur became painfully aware of the hand tangled in his collar that tightened around the fabric. though any other time he'd be terrified, he smirked.
"the fuck are you smiling for, dipshit?"
silence hung in the air for a moment as wilbur eyed quackity's frame. he sighed quietly. "never knew you had this in you, Q. always getting pushed around. i didn't think you could actually stand up for yourself."
a look of utter incredulity racked quackity's face. the unexpected compliment nearly disgusted him. he shook the disbelief from his demeanour and again slammed wilbur against the wall, expression angrier than before.
"look, wilbur," he nearly spat. "i don't know what you're getting at, but-"
before he could finish his sentence, wilbur grabbed quackity by the tie and yanked him in for a kiss. quackity stumbled, catching his balance on the wall behind wilbur, eyes wide in shock. he didn't kiss back, didn't move his hands to wilbur's frame in return.
"kiss me back," wilbur urged desperately, his grip on the tie tightening. "i'm so sick of this tension."
wilbur's voice broke quackity out of his trance, and it was as if he had finally processed the situation they were in. in one swift movement, he lifted wilbur's thigh against his own and threw him onto the loveseat behind them.
quackity was on top of wilbur in seconds. he crashed their faces together and nearly missed from the pure adrenaline. his hands grabbed at whatever they could reach, one landing in wilbur's hair and the other gripping the fabric of his sweater.
the heated kiss was anything but polite. teeth clashed against teeth, tongue fighting tongue, saliva dripping from their lips and heavy breathing mixing into their mouths. quackity's knuckles tangled in wilbur's hair, urging him as close as possible and preventing him from pulling away for even a moment.
the smaller was pouring all of his pent-up stress into wilbur, and wilbur was letting him. he didn't put up a fight at all, instead leaning his head back. the kiss broke and quackity let his hungry lips trail down wilbur's chin to his neck, sinking his teeth into his porcelain skin.
finally wilbur let out a moan. pain crackled out across his shoulders at the sudden attack, his fingers gripping quackity's dress shirt.
the sound was only a cheer of encouragement to quackity. he bit the lobe of wilbur's ear, the underside of his chin, the protrusion of his collarbone. he littered the larger man in hickeys and love bites, his hands roaming aggressively and grabbing at everything they could reach.
"please, quackity," wilbur panted, face red and eyes glassy. already he was so worked up and lost in his own body. "touch me, god, please."
quackity bit his lip. "i was just planning on making out."
"more. more. please, sir, i need more. touch me, mark me up, f-fuck me, please!"
a thumb inserted itself against wilbur's tongue to silence him. immediately the boy closed his mouth around the digit, sucking obediently and eagerly. quackity's eyes narrowed as if trying to read him.
"where did you learn to beg like that? fucking whore."
wilbur moaned and bucked his hips against quackity's thigh. his hands gripped quackity's wrist, pulling his hand away to speak.
"you know how hot you look dressed up? your uniform is so fucking..." he trailed off, but quackity got the message. he smirked, wiping his thumb off on wilbur's cheek and unbuttoned his slacks.
"want me to fuck you in it, pretty boy?"
"god, yes. please. take me right here. right now. fucking please."
"needy bitch," quackity snickered. "d'you want me to get my toy?"
"what? no, just fuck me like this! i have lube in my bag, just fuck me!"
another chuckle elicited from quackity's throat, "alright." he reached forward, meeting eye contact for approval, and with a nod of confirmation he unbuckled wilbur's belt. not bothering to snake the restraint out from its holsters, he quickly unzipped the jeans before pulling them down to the boy's knees and climbing into them.
one could imagine that wilbur would be proportional, but nothing could have prepared quackity for the size of the hard member that fell against his rival's abdomen. the last man he'd been with was hardly quackity's height, but this man laid out in front of him, in all his 2-meter height, easily reached 18 cm. quackity's mouth was dry.
"what? like what you see?"
"jesus, wil," he breathed, wrapping his hand around the erection. he could barely hold it in one hand and its weight lulled it to the side. "i don't think this thing is gonna fit in me."
"wait, you're bottoming?"
quackity returned the older's confused look and chose to let his actions do the talking. unbuttoning the final two buttons of his dress shirt, he unzipped his slacks and lowered his boxers. his hands gripped the backs of wilbur's thighs, resting his calves up onto his shoulders. wilbur watched intently as quackity advanced forward, adjusting his posture to show off his glistening cunt.
"you're..." wilbur breathed, the words being sucked from his chest as quackity wordlessly sunk wilbur's cock inside of him.
wilbur's mouth fell open, a wave of pleasure visibly rolling up his body and his head falling back onto the cushion under him. slick began to slide down the hilt of his cock, the natural lubricant making the process easier. quackity let out a pornographic moan as he bottomed out, sliding his hips all the way up against that of his rival.
quackity bit his lip as he looked down. the angle at which he devoured wilbur's cock, it looked as if it were the reverse, as if he were sinking himself into wilbur. the rush of gender euphoria was enough to make his knees buckle, his hands gripping at wilbur's hips to keep himself upright.
not only for the younger, but for wilbur as well, was this exhilerating. wilbur had never done this position before, but it constricted him in a way he never knew could be so pleasurable. with every rush of pleasure quackity only tightened around him, both boys panting broken breaths from hardly a few thrusts.
"that's it, baby," quackity mused. "look at you... taking my cock like a good little whore."
"fuck, quackity," wilbur's voice came out a mix of an erotic moan and a chuckle of disbelief, as if words like these could ever come out of a mouth like that. "more. st... stop teasing me."
quackity thanked the heavens for those words. he already knew testosterone shots would boost his sex drive, and with all the time he'd spent practicing with his band partners, he hardly had a moment alone. with nearly a month without touching himself paired with so much sexual tension between him and his stupid rival, the last thing he wanted to do was go slow. he didn't want to savor this, he wanted to fuck the brains out of this man.
quackity's tanned fingers wrapped around wilbur's neck, slowly tightening as a warning for what was immediate to come. he lifted him by the neck, his words fanning deep into his skin.
"your safeword is red. otherwise, i'm not fucking stopping. do you understand me?"
wilbur just moaned in response. all of quackity's self control pooled into stilling his hips for a response.
"do you understand me."
"mhm. yes, sir, safeword is red."
"good boy." quackity gently ran his fingers through the boy's hair sweetly... before gripping his brown locks and throwing his head backward. enough foreplay.
quackity's hips snapped against wilbur's thighs with a sudden, loud clap, and without further warning he slammed their bodies together at a toe-curling speed. the tip of wilbur's cock crashed against quackity's walls, easily racking through the entrance to the small boy's uterus. his hole constricted around the intrusion, desperately trying to grip onto any part of him, but the speed of the man's hips allowed nothing.
quackity groaned out in pain at the stretch, wilbur's cock forcing him open and reaching depths he could only dream of grazing with just his fingers. his knuckles glowed white as they gripped the cushion beneath them, quackity's head falling against wilbur's chest in exhaustion already.
"g-hAH, WILBUR, F-FUCK!" quackity screamed, tears brimming his eyelashes. wilbur's hands gripped at the boy's hair, completely negligent of his one rule, desperately trying to pull him close as possible.
"fuck, fuck, quackity, slow down, i can't- ah, g-god!" the sofa slammed against the wall behind them, denting the paint and chipping off flakes that drifted to the floor. the erotic sound of wet slapping filled the room, slick and precum soaking the fabric below them.
"s-so fucking good for me," quackity breathed out, voice breaking as he gasped for air. his nails raked wilbur's bare thighs as he leant forward, nearly folding the boy in half. wilbur cried out in pain at the stretch in his hamstrings, his back attempting to arch and straighten, but quackity was persistent as he pinned him against the couch.
"h-hurts," wilbur groaned, tears brimming his eyes. between the strain on his position, quackity's grip on his skin, and the repetitive slapping of their bodies against each other, a slight of pain crackled through his body. quackity grinned. he hadn't uttered his safe word.
in a sharp and practiced movement, the heel of quackity's palm struck wilbur's thigh, rubbing the area for a moment before pulling back and striking again. wilbur cried out, hands gripping at quackity's dress shirt.
"i didn't lock the door," quackity grunted between quiet moans. "an- ugh- anyone could walk in on us right now. on you taking my c-cock like a slut. i bet you'd l-like that, wouldn't you, slut?"
wilbur scoffed. "you can't even keep up your dom façade. you're shaking."
"mhm." quackity chuckled lowly, slapping his palm across wilbur's face and pulling a moan from his throat. "making f-fun of me. you'll regret th-that. whore."
wilbur reached back to hold the arm of the loveseat behind him, trying to stabilize his body and stop the furniture from hitting the wall. it only encouraged quackity to go harder and slam into the man under him. wilbur's head fell back against the cushion as he cried out, relishing in the feeling of his cock angrily dragging along quackity's walls. with every thrust his hair bounced, his shirt becoming more disheveled, the skin on his thighs and face growing redder.
"you don't ever t-touch my hair again," quackity snarled, his lip lifting in distaste. "do you understand me?"
wilbur could barely speak. he simply let out a sound of agreeance.
"good."
with one final thrust, quackity threw his hips back and pulled wilbur out of him without warning. he hissed through his teeth at the loss of feeling and cold air, wilbur wimpering in return.
"please, please, i'm so close," he begged, his hand wrapping around his cock. quackity grabbed his wrist and brought it to his cunt, moving his fingers against his clit.
"so am i."
wilbur obediently fingered quackity's cunt, his hand thrusting in and out at the same pace they had just been slamming into one another at. quackity's grasp around wilbur's wrist tightened, knees buckling as he came. a pornographic scream ripped through his chest and wilbur's pace never faltered, hoping that he could finish too if his effort was pleasing.
"god, fuck, wilbur!" wet squelching filled the sound of the boy's moaning as a sudden excess of slick travelled down wilbur's hand, indicating quackity's finish. he came down from his high slowly, pulling back from the hand as soon as his body began to reject the overstimulation.
"good boy," he sighed, finally succumbing and collapsing to his knees. he pulled wilbur's hand forward, pushing his fingers against his tongue and licking the mess clean. he opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out to show the sticky clear substance coating his mouth, before swallowing with a grin.
"look at you, q."
"look at yourself." quackity smirked and stood up. "pants up. you're on stage in ten."
"what?" wilbur sat up. "i didn't cum yet, i need f-"
"too bad." quackity wiped his mouth with his thumb and started to force wilbur back into his jeans. his narrowed eyes stare down wilbur as he slides the zipper back into place over his red, hard, dripping cock. "what you get for being a dick to your dom."