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The dawn light filtered through the forest trees, casting spliced shadows onto the surrounding landscape. Quackity woke up slowly, comforted by the warmth beneath him, the rumbling of another body. At first, Quackity wasn’t aware enough to process where he was or what he was doing but he slowly came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter much, he was perfectly content, curled up into a soft fabric and strong arms.
It wasn’t until the other body moved that Quackity realized just who it was, the telltale pink hair giving him away. Without a second thought Quackity shifted down, disappearing in a pool of fabric as he shrunk down to a little fuzzy duckling.
If Quackity had been a little bit more conscious he wouldn’t have become a more vulnerable version of himself while seeing Technoblade, but the shock of waking up in his arms was enough to startle the shapeshifter.
It took a moment for Quackity to calm down and grasp his bearings, remembering the silly adventure from the day before that led him to this point. He was now curled in on himself, hidden away from the world by Techno’s mostly naked body, shaking softly in what seemed to be content purrs.
The warrior’s face looked to be the image of pure bliss, relaxed from the omnipresent tension that seemed to plague his features. Experimentally, Quackity waddled up to Techno’s face, driven by a subconscious want to touch the peaceful man in front of him. Quackity didn’t do much once he reached the piglin hybrid’s face, he just rubbed gently against the man’s lightly scarred cheek and scampered alongside his face until he found a particularly warm patch of skin at the crook of Techno’s neck, slouching down and sitting in the heat.
Throughout the entirety of Quackity’s mini-conquest Techno had kept purring, the steady vibrations rumbling through his skin only proving to make the duckling tired again, nearly lulling him to sleep.
Quackity was perfectly content in his nook until a strand of pink hair fell out of place to tickle his beak. The small duckling let out a little sneeze, taking the form of a high-pitched chirp. The yellow fuzzball took a few steps from his spot and shook out his wings, getting rid of the tickling feeling that sat in his skin. It was then he watched in a sleep-dazed horror as Techno yawned and woke up, briefly showcasing his pointed teeth and sharpened tusks.
Quackity froze on the spot and dropped backwards onto his butt, lightly cushioned by the downy feathers on his rear and the checkered blanket beneath him.
Techno stretched out with his eyes closed, extending each of his limbs as best as he could, complimented by some soft cracks as his bones woke up.
His eyes fluttered open for a moment and he looked skyward, letting his eyes dilate to the early morning sun, that littered broad orange strokes of light across the trees. The warrior turned his head to the side, easily spotting the ball of yellow fluff sitting a foot away from him.
“Hmm, guess it wasn’t a dream after all,” he hummed lowly, extending an arm to carefully pick up the duckling and place it on his chest. His very naked, very bare chest. The logical side of Quackity told him that he had basically slept on top of the man already, but with a newfound consciousness, he found himself getting flustered and chirping in protest.
It wasn’t until he was positioned with his feet on Techno’s chest that he realized the man had stopped purring, letting out a series of angry squeaks in response, seeing as he missed the calm rumbles.
“Well good mornin’ to you too,” the warrior chuckled, letting one calloused hand pet along the duckling’s back, holding it secure against his chest with the other. Quackity leaned up into the touches begrudgingly, a little annoyed at Techno’s responses but more so enjoying the feeling of the light bets.
Quackity leaned forwards and let his body fall flat on Techno’s, absorbing the warmth from all the skin-to-skin contact.
“Are you still Quackity? …Or was that part a hallucination?” Techno asked, turning his head down to get the best view of the small creature.
The shapeshifter trilled quietly with a nod of his head, backing up slightly to hide in Techno’s hand, as though it would’ve somehow helped if Techno got angry.
“Alright, change back. I wanna talk to ya,” the warrior coaxed, moving his hand to make the duckling look at him. Quackity whined in the form of a short chirp and the other just poked him.
“No, stop complaining, you tricked me, and I deserve to talk to you,” Techno reasoned with a bit more force, using more diction when he spoke, making sure he sounded somewhat commanding. The pink-haired man pulled both his hands away and watched the duckling expectantly.
The yellow duckling stood up on his feet only to fall onto his ass, bracing himself for the transformation, well knowing that he going to appear naked. He turned his head back and was reminded that Techno was at least wearing boxers.
Quackity held his breath and closed his eyes, willing himself back to normal. In a quick flash, he sat on Techno’s chest, nude.
He opened his eyes hesitantly, only to meet crimson ones staring back. Techno had his hands up in false surrender as though he wasn’t sure what he could touch, given that Quackity had just appeared without clothes on his ribcage, pinning him against the ground.
Quackity’s thighs hung off Techno’s sides, his ass and dick laying flat on the warrior’s chest. Quackity didn’t dare move, freezing in place until the inevitable happened and the other man’s patience ran out. The eye contact was piercing, as though both were afraid to look anywhere else, and rightfully so.
Technoblade almost looked frightened beneath him, face going a flame in a bright red blush. A beat of uneasy silence passed before Quackity spoke up, “You…you can touch me, I’m not going to hurt you,” he fessed with an awkward smile.
“Yeah, sorry. I was just coming to terms with having a naked shapeshifter on top of me,” Techno retaliated in an awkward joke. He hesitated for a second before placing his hands on Quackity’s knees, he barely looked down as he did so, wanting to avoid looking somewhere indecent.
“Do you- do you want to get some clothes on before… before we continue the conversation?” the warrior offered sheepishly, still trying to keep a remnant of respect for the other man.
“My clothes are on the other side of the pond by my nest, we can just get this over with,” Quackity said, hiding his face in his hands. He sighed, “What’d you wanna know?”
Techno let his face screw up in discomfort, “Let me rephrase myself…You’re sitting on me naked, for my personal sanity would you mind removing your cock and balls from my chest. Take the cape at least?”
“Oh, yeah- yeah for sure.” Quackity scrambled, embarrassment getting to him as he pushed off the other man’s chest. He collected the pool of velvet fabric on the edge of the blanket and draped it over himself, making himself decent, “Better?”
“Much,” Techno sighed, pushing himself up into a sitting position with his elbows. “Can you explain now?”
“Ok, sure, what do you want to know.”
“How does... Ok, for starters, are ya’ only able to turn into a duckling?” the warrior asked, pulling his legs into a cross-legged sitting position.
“Basically, but I can also modify my appearance, like giving myself wings and such,” Quackity answered, pulling the red cape taut. The sudden embarrassment of being naked in front of another person seemed to register in his mind.
“Would you mind showing me?”
Quackity took a deep breath in to ground himself, “Alright.” He pulled the cape down and tied it around his waist, leaving his torse exposed. He closed his eyes and concentrated, imagining the golden wings, rendering the individual feathers in his mind’s eye.
He heard a silent gasp from Techno and took the liberty to check out his work, opening his eyes. Low and behold, two wings had formed on his back, painted in an auburn gold colour, similar to that of a phoenix.
Quackity smiled and extended one of his wings, hesitantly checking to make sure he had transformed correctly. The shimmering wings extended six feet in either direction, weighing heavily on his back in a way that felt balanced. He shot his gaze back to Technoblade, the man had his mouth open in awe, eyes wide to take in the spectacle, Techno stared at him like he was a statue, something to admire.
Quackity blushed at all the attention, wanting to transform back into a duckling where all his social problems seemed to disappear. He couldn’t help but look away, the analytic gaze on him proving to be too much.
“Can I touch ‘em?” Techno asked softly.
The avian snapped his gaze back to the man in front of him, waiting a second to make sure he’d heard correctly before responding, “I-I guess?”
The warrior reached out a hand with the delicacy of a curious child, but Quackity flinched backward instantly. A pained expression washed over Technoblade’s features, looking hurt as though he’d been rejected, the shapeshifter felt a pang of guilt, “Be- be gentle alright? They’re sensitive.”
Techno huffed quietly and nodded his head, making sure his actions wouldn’t frighten the other. His eyes flashed up to the pale sliver of skin running down Quackity’s left cheek and he understood the man’s hesitance, Techno had been the one to give him that frightful scar.
He reached out steadily and leaned forward just enough until his hand made contact with soft downy feathers and his eyes went soft. He ran his long fingers down the feathers, petting them into place, carefully letting his nails drag along the muscle underneath.
Quackity melted into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut as pleasant waves shivered through his wings, his nerves lighting aflame under the skilled hands. He turned around with his back to the other and pushed one of his wings closer to rest in Techno’s lap and the tall man let out a barely contained squeal. The warrior eagerly moved to settle the wing on his legs, smoothing over feathers with his hands and petting along the primary feathers.
He ran his claw-like nails over the feathers ever so gently that it made Quackity trill, the content sound only working to spur Techno on and motivate his strokes.
To Quackity, making such a sound was the equivalent of moaning, a reaction caused by pure arousal, the gentle movements from Techno made him shamefully horny and given that he was only wearing a cape around his waist, there wouldn’t be much to cover his hard-on. He was now more grateful than ever that Techno seemed to be oblivious to avian habits, that rubbing someone’s wings was something reserved for an intimate partner.
Quackity didn’t mind, of course, it seemed like he and Techno had forgone all normalcy and formality after waking up next to each other, essentially naked. Techno didn’t seem to mind either, hypnotized by the shimmering gold, letting out some content purrs of his own.
His hand worked their way inwards, brushing the feathers a bit closer to the junction on his back each time, hitting more nerves with each pet the closer he got to skin.
Technoblade wrapped his arms around Quackity’s waist, pulling him closer in order to play with his wings at a closer proximity. A short chirp escaped Quackity as he was caught off guard, his body relaxed at the contact, immediately melting against Techno’s warm skin. The warrior let out an amused noise as Quackity pushed back against him, leaning into the touches along his wings.
Quackity fell into a blissed-out haze, he knew that he should’ve kept himself alert and aware but he couldn’t help it as Techno ran his strong hands and calloused fingers against his nerves. It took all of the shapeshifter’s remaining self-restraint to hold back moans and whines as arousal spread like lava through his veins. Instead, he let small trills and chirps breach his lips, receiving Techno’s own purrs and hums in response.
Techno’s claws trailed inwards, working their way over to the more delicate and sensitive feathers along Quackity’s back, eliciting a sharp chirp in alarm. He pulled his hands away, afraid that he’d hurt his little duckling.
When his hands pulled back a low whimper met him in response, a sad sound that only served to worry Techno even more.
The taller man went silent and pulled away, mad at himself for going too far. He took a moment to recollect his thoughts, forcing himself out of the content state of mind. His eyebrows furrowed as he carefully turned Quackity around to face him, hands gentle on his tan waist as he watched with bated breath.
Quackity was completely red in the face, a furious blush spreading from ear to ear. He had a hand held up to his mouth, as though his own sounds had shocked him.
Techno let his eyes trail downwards, the tanned skin of Quackity’s chest and shoulders were lined with goosebumps, covering the skin as though he was freezing cold. The warrior looked further down to where his cape was pooled around the man’s waist, there was a small lump in the fabric between Quackity’s legs and curiously, he pulled the fabric smooth with the palm of his hand.
Quackity threw his head back, his hand acting to muffle another loud chirp as he squirmed beneath the large hand. He calmed down enough to face Techno, his red eyes wide and hungry for more. A smirk plastered itself on the warrior’s face, the cogs turning in his head as he realized it wasn’t just some lump in the fabric.
Experimentally he brushed it down again, eliciting another trill as Quackity’s eyes rolled back, the arousal showing clearly on the shapeshifter’s face.
“Really Q?” the warrior teased, palming Quackity once more. A sharp chirp split through the air and the shapeshifter covered his face, blocking out any view Techno had of the blush that coated his cheeks.
Techno pulled away and gave the other a chance to regain his breath, hesitantly, the smaller man dropped his hands from his face, leaning back and placing them behind his back to steady himself in place. He looked up to meet the warrior’s hungry gaze, a look of lust seemingly pooling his vision as a deadly smirk pulled at his lips, letting his canine teeth poke from his lips, shining white. He looked ready to devour Quackity in a way that sent a shiver down the smaller man’s spine.
The avian panted, regaining a sliver of composure as air seemed to enter his lungs again, the fear and arousal of it all making him feel alive.
A moment passed before cognitive function seemed to start up again, and Quackity realized he had left Techno’s question unanswered. He nodded shakily, still working to regulate his breathing, “Mhmm… Wings, wings are an erogenous zone. Should’ve warned you.”
He swallowed an audible gulp and Techno’s eyes only seemed to fall deeper into that sinister predatory look that made Quackity squirm.
The pink-haired man moved his hand nonchalantly to look at his nails, flicking his red eyes down, as though he couldn’t have been more unbothered by the situation. “I don’t mind, you could consider it payback. You still owe me, you watched me bathe and you ate my bread. I deserve somethin’ like this, don’t you think so?”
The statement nearly gave Quackity whiplash, a stark difference to the adoration that had readily flowed from the warrior mere moments ago.
“You deserve what? To palm me in your cape?” Quackity questioned with a joking tone, knowing exactly what he was doing.
“No, you don’t have to act dumb, if anythin’ I think that you want this more than I do,” Techno murmured, leaning forward to breathe hotly on the smaller man’s neck as he spoke.
He wasn’t entirely wrong, Quackity wanted to see where this was going and he felt good under the strength of the warrior’s hands. The avian was still hopelessly hard after all.
Techno put his hand back onto the fabric of the cape, letting his palm rest lamely on top of the other’s dick, the smaller man whimpered at the lack of movement and shifted his hips up to grind into the weak contact. The pleasant whimper was rewarded with some pressure from Techno’s hand. pushing down and eliciting a breathy moan.
“So, do you want to do this?” Techno asked predatorily.
Quackity nodded frantically, whining again in response.
“No, I need some words Duckie, want me to fuck you?” the warrior pressed the question again, his voice more serious, clarifying he needed verbal consent.
Quackity whined, “Yes, mmph… please?”
Techno smiled, a lustful smirk, “I’ll take good care of you Duckie, use you properly, alright? Use you like you deserve for spying on me.” The warrior adjusted his hand and lightly grabbed at the avian’s clothed erection, listening carefully for the songbird-like trills and coos. Quackity writhed under the touch, giving way to some quiet moans, biting his bottom lip to muffle the sounds slightly.
Technoblade made a noise between a laugh and a groan, making Quackity feel terribly exposed beneath him. “Can I get a safeword darlin’?” he drawled low.
The tips of the smaller man’s ears turned red, “Manburg.”
Technoblade smiled again, showcasing his canine teeth as he leaned a little closer, “Good boy.”
He pulled Quackity into a kiss effortlessly, guiding the smaller man’s chin up with his thumb. He moved his other hand away from Quackity’s crotch, he swallowed Quackity’s whimper easily and then slid his hands down to cup the little avian’s ass.
He bit at Quackity’s lower lip lightly, testing the waters a bit. When Quackity let out a high-pitched trill, Technoblade took it as a personal invitation. He bit down again more harshly, letting his teeth pierce the skin. He sighed satisfied with Quackity’s whimpers, he drank up the blood that spilled into the kiss, savouring the iron taste as Quackity melted into his touch.
Technoblade made it his personal mission then and there, to ruin Quackity, to wreck him beyond repair, to ruin him for anybody else. Techno wanted to use him and pleasure him, he wanted to worship him, to show that newfound affection and appreciation through his actions.
Techno shuffled the cape off of the Quackity, discarding it without a care. He couldn’t help but squeeze the plush skin of Quackity’s ass with his claws. The warrior pulled him closer, pulling him in so close that his ass was pleasantly resting on Technoblade’s clothed cock, while Quackity’s own dick was pressed up against Techno’s abs.
Quackity let out a pleased whine, grinding down onto the warrior. Technoblade smiled in response, pulling away from the kiss for less than a second, “So good for me,” he murmured. The avian blushed furiously but dove back in to kiss with a renewed vigour, his wings flared up behind him and Techno chuckled a little against his lips.
The warrior ran his hands up Quackity’s sides, resting them at his waist to control his little sporadic movements. Quackity’s grinding hadn’t quite been enough stimulation, Technoblade took it upon himself to lift Quackity lightly and pull him forward slowly, guiding his hips in a half-circle only to thrust upwards and slam the avian down all in one motion.
The smaller man moaned and broke the kiss, digging his nails into Technoblade’s shoulder blades as he threw his head back in pleasure. The warrior groaned lowly, focussing his attention on Quackity’s reaction, trying to commit it to memory. Then Techno did it again, lightly dragging Quackity forward in his lap before thrusting up and slamming the man down in one motion. It felt good, really fucking good.
The only thing standing between them was the fabric of Technoblade’s boxers, and the moment that Quackity weakly tugged at them Techno knew they had to go. He carefully moved Quackity off his lap and threw his boxers aside, tossing them away as though they’d personally offended him.
He adjusted the blanket beneath them, clearing a space for them. He rummaged through his bag to find something to help prep Quackity, he grabbed an empty bottle of conditioner and figured it would do. He pulled Quackity close again, sitting him on top of Technoblade’s own thighs, their cocks inches apart.
Technoblade pressed a kiss to Quackity’s hairline and reached over the little man’s shoulders to uncork the empty bottle, he stuck his fingers inside the bottle and coated them in conditioner.
Sure, Technoblade was desperate to ruin him, but he was going to take his time stretching the little angel out.
He pressed his nose into Quackity’s hair, “Ready baby?” He waited until he got a shy nod in reply, he let his hands run down to rub lightly over Quackity’s rim, just enough to make him shudder. Quackity let out a little trill and pushed his head forward to hide in Technoblade’s chest, the warrior only let out an amused chuckle.
He pulled Quackity’s body flush against his and groaned when the little shapeshifter jutted his hips forwards, rubbing their dicks together. Technoblade firmly held Quackity’s hips down, stopping him from moving. “Mmm, not yet, I’ve got to stretch ya first darlin’.”
Quackity stopped his movements quickly, turning still at the words, eager, but still worried about a possible punishment. Technoblade purred as Quackity followed his orders, rewarding the smaller man by circling his rim and pushing in with one finger until the first knuckle. Quackity moaned, breathy and high, he let himself relax completely into Technoblade’s hands, taking whatever the man would give him.
He tried to place sloppy kisses across Technoblade’s shoulders and jaw, but every time Technoblade’s finger surged upwards he had to stop to moan quietly. The warrior smirked every time, feeling proud of himself and his ability to ruin Quackity so easily, he quickly slid a second finger in to help stretch out the little man.
Almost instinctually Quackity’s thighs squeezed at the intrusion and he trilled at a high pitch, making Technoblade release a low belly laugh, petting Quackity’s side with his free hand. He pushed his fingers apart and slowly began scissoring Quackity, taking his time to drink up all the sounds his little angel was making. He adored every little squeak, just an audible proof of how much Quackity was enjoying this.
Quackity slowly adjusted to the two fingers inside of him and began bouncing lightly on Technoblade’s lap, moving in time with the motion of his fingers, he made little punched-out noises whenever Technoblade hit near his prostate. It felt good, really good, but Quackity wanted more.
“‘M ready now Techno,” he slurred against Technoblade’s chest, growing a little bit frustrated with the repetition, Technoblade’s finger was so close to his prostate, but not quite big enough to fill him completely. Quackity had seen Technoblade’s cock earlier when he had stripped down, it looked like it was the perfect size, much larger than Quackity’s by any means, but just big enough that it would sting.
Technoblade chuckled darkly at his eagerness, “Trust me, you’re gonna need to be stretched out three fingers. I don’t wanna rip ya.” As he spoke he introduced his third finger into the mix, pushing in carefully as Quackity shivered a bit at the stretch, a small chirp escaping him. Technoblade’s voice had always sounded alluring, something about the gravitas and bravado made Quackity feel small and insignificant, powerless to his pretty words.
Quackity ground his hips down onto the fingers, hoping to prove that he was ready. Technoblade mistook his eagerness for brattiness, the warrior smirked and pressed a kiss to Quackity’s forehead as he mercilessly jabbed his fingers upwards to make the little man scream. Quackity felt his wings flare out behind him, just because he was caught off guard by the sharp hit to his prostate. Technoblade hummed deeply before he resumed what he was doing earlier, stretching Quackity and lightly massaging the walls of his asshole.
Technoblade pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, Quackity whined as he felt the cold morning air intrude, the overwhelming emptiness leaving him to quiver in Technoblade’s hold for only a moment. The larger man snickered, “I thought you said you were ready?”
It felt like a breath was caught in his throat, “I am- I am ready,” Quackity responded, grinding his hips forward, “I’ve been ready since I saw you yesterday,” he said again, smiling into Technoblade’s skin.
Distantly he heard the wet 'shlick' sound as Technoblade scooped up more of whatever he was using as lube. The larger man shuffled Quackity around on his lap, reaching around the small man to reach his own dick. Technoblade rubbed the substance along his dick, letting himself groan as he leaned back to smile at the shapeshifter in his lap. “Mmm, good to hear baby, I’ll make your waiting worthwhile.”
He settled his hands on the globes of Quackity’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart. He slowly pulled Quackity’s hips down and pushed his own upwards, just leisurely sliding his dick Quackity’s ass back and forth. He groaned lowly and leaned down to bite at the avian’s shoulder, marking up the smooth tan skin further. Quackity had to purse his lips, biting down sharply to prevent himself from cumming prematurely. He didn’t want Technoblade to end this just because he thought Quackity couldn’t handle it.
“You feel so good already,” Techno purred, nipping lightly against the smaller man’s collarbone. Quackity whimpered in response, it took him a little while to put himself together enough to reply, he had to clear away the soft haze on all his thoughts, “Mmm… can you put it in now? Please Techno, feels’ so empty.”
“Does it now?” Technoblade asked with a smile, “We can’t have that, now, can we?”
Quackity immediately shook his head, grinding his hips down harder, “Need you now. Please Tech.” Technoblade pulled back from him, carefully lifting him by his waist in an awkward hug as he lined himself up with Quackity’s rim. He ran one of his fingers over the hole just to feel it flutter as he slowly lowered Quackity down on his cock. He stopped once the head of his dick was inside, comfortable in the pressure, “Feel better now?” he teased.
The little man in his hands squirmed a bit, “Need more… please?” Technoblade smirked devilishly, “Careful what you wish for.”
He let go of Quackity, letting Quackity’s weight impale himself down onto Technoblade’s cock. The little man completely wailed as Techno’s cock was rammed into his prostate, he felt like he was being ripped open from the inside due to the stretch.
He threw his head back in surprise, gripping Technoblade’s shoulders in a half-assed attempt to pull himself off, but Technoblade’s hands were back on his thighs, holding him in place.
The pain rippled out into pleasure throughout his nerves and he clenched down on Technoblade as the man groaned in twin pleasure, lifting Quackity’s thighs just to slam him back down again. Quackity’s wails turned into punched-out moans, little breathy sounds leaving his lips as he fell into the rhythm of Technoblade’s thrusts, twitching lightly as Techno managed to hit his prostate with seemingly every movement. The warrior seemed so pleased with himself, grinning deviously at Quackity’s sounds.
Quackity wrapped his arms tightly around Technoblade’s neck, just to hold himself upright, he panted against the warrior’s hot skin, “Techno- I can’t, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”
Technoblade’s grip on his thighs tightened, leaving little crescent-shaped marks on the skin, he whispered lowly, right into Quackity’s ear, “Go ahead, but we’re not stopping.”
The avian whined at the words, huffing little punched-out sounds as Technoblade continued moving Quackity on his dick like a toy. Quackity couldn’t hold back, the pressure low in his gut growing unbearable as he chased his release, Techno chuckled deeply at the sound of his whine and that was it.
Quackity tucked his head into the other’s skin, his wings fluttering out behind him reflexively. He gasped for air, his lungs heaving as he came onto both of their chests, completely untouched.
He didn’t get a moment to rest as Technoblade followed through with his promise, he didn’t stop, continuing to lift and drop Quackity on his lap as he thrusted upwards. Technoblade easily fucked him into overstimulation, letting Quackity fall into an oversensitive haze as he rammed into him again and again.
Technoblade was merciless, pounding into his prostate with deep drawn-out thrusts, making Quackity chirp and trill, unable to think straight. His light nibbles were harsh now, his sharp teeth breaking skin so he could lick up the blood that spilled onto Quackity’s skin, taking his time to savour the lush metallic taste.
Quackity’s wings fell limp, the shapeshifter had no strength left in his body to do anything else, only cooing in admiration as Technoblade fucked up into him.
Technoblade stopped all of his movements, letting his hands trail upwards to rest on Quackity’s ribcage, he pushed the man back onto the blanket. His arms boxed Quackity in place, supporting his weight as he fucked into Quackity with a renowned vigour. He changed his thrusts, changing from deep drawn-out movements to short and quick ones, obviously chasing his own release as his hips stuttered in their movements and became more sporadic.
The warrior dipped his head down to groan into Quackity’s ear, “Think you have one more in you, birdie?” he asked, sounding only slightly out of breath like this was no more difficult than a morning jog. Quackity didn’t have time to reply before he felt Technoblade’s slick hand wrap around his dick and give it a firm tug. Quackity hadn’t even noticed when Technoblade had gotten the time to spit on his hand but he didn’t question it, simply enjoying all that was given to him. The slide of Techno’s calluses against his dick felt incredible and Quackity found himself on the edge of climax once more.
Technoblade was only supporting himself with one arm on the ground, but he didn’t seem to be having any difficulties whatsoever, continuing his erratic thrusts and he rubbed his thumb over the head of Quackity’s cock and pressed his nail into the tip, making the little man break out in whimpers.
It didn’t take long before Quackity was babbling underneath him again, “Please- so close, mmm… feels so good. So full. Sir, please,” he cried out, hiding his face in his arm.
‘Sir’, Technoblade liked the sound of that, letting out a deep groan of his own, he pressed a messy kiss to Quackity’s hairline. “Aw darlin’, go ahead, you deserve it,” he praised, tightening his grip around Quackity’s dick and giving a few more sharp thrusts into his prostate. That was the tipping point, Quackity spilled over into Technoblade’s hand and let out another wail, keening into his touch and sobbing as pleasure coursed through his body.
Technoblade didn’t give him much time to recover, picking him up from the blanket and manhandling him back into the position they were in earlier with Quackity straddling the warrior’s thighs. This time instead of lifting Quackity up and down from his thighs he only thrusted up into him, rutting up into Quackity without rhythm as he chased his own release, a few high-pitched whimpers of his own falling from his lips.
“‘M gonna fill you up so nicely, stuff you full. Feel so good on my cock, such a good toy,” he rambled quickly before his hands reached Quackity’s hips and held him in place, painting his insides white as he came and pumped him full. Technoblade let his head fall forward, lazily resting against Quackity’s shoulder as he hugged the little man close to his chest.
This time Technoblade was panting, the two men stayed still as they basked in the afterglow. Quackity was perfectly content, happy to cockwarm the other, feeling completely full and used. He liked to see Technoblade like this, there was something primal about the way he was holding Quackity, still grounding himself from the aftershocks of his orgasm. They were both sweaty and gasping for breath, covered in bodily fluids, but in the moment it didn’t matter, they were just holding each other.
When Technoblade managed to calm down, he turned his head to rest on Quackity’s shoulder, he ran his hands up and down Quackity’s back in a soothing manner, “Quackity you were so amazing, thank you so much for that. You did so well. Are you alright? You made such beautiful sounds. Was I too rough? Sometimes I get too eager, you’re not hurt, right? I should’ve checked in with you earlier, did you have a good time? Is this okay now?” he rambled half-hazardly, the words spilling from his mouth before he could process them.
Quackity giggled in return, softly lifting Technoblade’s face to guide him into a languid kiss. The softness of it was a perfect contrast to the prior roughness, their lips slid smoothly and it was as though the whole movement was second nature to them, it felt like they’d kissed like this a thousand times before.
A familiar rumbling sound filled the air and it took Quackity a few seconds to recognize that it was Technoblade purring. The little avian pulled away from the kiss with a smile, pressing his forehead against Techno’s so that they could look eye to eye, “You were good. Did everything that I wanted you to, and I enjoyed it a lot… Thanks for checking in, but I promise everything felt good. You were uh… bigger than expected, but you stretched me well and I loved it. You did a good job.”
Technoblade offered a goofy smile at that, moving to rub his nose against Quackity’s neck, “Good,” he replied matter-of-factly, satisfied with Quackity’s reassurances.
A beat of silence passed before Technoblade spoke, breaking the tranquil peace of the moment, “I have to pull out without getting cum everywhere and then we have to clean everything else," he cringed looking at the mess between them, "How the fuck am I supposed to do that?” he groaned into Quackity’s neck with a heavy sigh.
Quackity couldn’t help but burst out in laughter, his wings fluffing up behind him as he wheezed, “How do you feel about another bath in the pond?”