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“Oh, you’re desperate for it,” Wilbur murmured. “Wonder if you can cum just from this.” His leg pressed even closer, and in a panic, Quackity leaned forward and bit down as hard as he could.
He was half-afraid that he'd tear out chunks of rotting flesh from Wilbur’s shoulder. Thankfully, it seemed that Wilbur was more alive than he looked, and all Quackity tasted was blood—fresh, human blood. It was almost pleasant, in a way. He hadn’t tasted anyone’s blood but his own in a long time.
When Quackity pulled back, he realized that Wilbur had released him.
He braced himself for some kind of punishment or retaliation, but none came. Instead, Wilbur let out a small, strangled noise and sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Fuck,” he said, “do that again.”
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Quackity spends most of his time lying—pretending that he has everything together, that he's doing just fine, that he didn't cum last night to the thought of beating up Wilbur Soot. He'll do anything to maintain that charade.
Late at night, Wilbur shows up at Quackity's office and strips back every last one of his lies, until nothing but the ugly truth remains.