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Constantly, whenever around Donald, Storkules felt a need to hold onto the sailor as tight as possible and never let go, if the demigod were an animal he knew for sure that he'd be best suited as a dog, specifically a domestic one.
And because he was like a big, silly labrador, Donald felt like an owner whose attention he constantly craved.
It was so hard being around Donald.
He couldn't stop idolizing the man no matter how much he tried, the duck always managed to find a place to stick to in his beating heart, specially after that Harpy incident, when he himself 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 Storkules a hug for the first time.
Tonight, they were hanging out at a bar, sitting on two stools that were right next to each other. The bartender was nervous, obviously forcing themself to ignore the fact Storkules' great self was just casually sat on a seat smaller than his head, with 'the guy who was somehow Scrooge McDuck's nephew'.
"The lights are warmer than a rock in the summer, aren't they, great Donald?"
"They really are." The white duck held onto the margarita he ordered with a tight, glass-breaking grip, inching the glass closer to his bill. Storkules had asked for a margarita as well to match(if you excluded the little umbrella on it), but he wasn't going to drink until Donald took a sip. "So, Don-Don-"
"Ah- don't- don't call me that..." His voice faded away slowly, his head the leaning tower of piza with how heavy it drooped towards the drink.
Donald's never had a problem with nicknames in the past—but who was Storkules to question how the great Donald acted? "Y-yes- dearest apologies! When do we begin?" He nervously swirled the umbrella in his drink, smiling down at the shorter duck who looked all the way to the right. Storkules leaned down to get a better look at his face, Donald rotated his stool away. The stork then tilted backwards to see it, but Donald only turned his seat back to where it was, and a hand rose up to cover his beak and face. Storkules went back to where his head was, and- "Will you stop it?! Stop looking at me!" He yelled, making Storkules flinch back.
Donald eyes widened at the demigod, but he shook his head and finally took a sip (a 𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘱) of his margarita then drank it all. Storkules followed, keeping that dumb smile on his bill despite how scared his eyes looked. "Sincerest apologies, dearest Do- I mean Donald." The duck frowned, digging his fingers into his already ruffled feathers. "Don't- don't say sorry to me."
"I'm so- I mean, I will not do that again, Donald." Storkules' posture worsened (although lightly), he finished his drink, before immediately moving his hands to his knees which were now close together, like a young, guilty child. Donald looked back at him, and he wasn't making eye contact with anything besides the floor. The sight of the mythical demigod being reduced to this made the sailor want to bang his head repeatedly against the table and jump off a bridge, damnit.
Donald took in a deep breath, and threw his head on the table. Tipsyness finally reaching his angry little head. He gestured for the bartender, and ordered two more margaritas, getting a loud gasp out of Storkules. "Donald- as much as I'd love to let you indulge in the pleasures of Dionysus you cannot have two! Your tolerance is so low- I insist to take your second drink." The stork looked down at the duck, hand reaching down to hold his head but pulling away at the last second. It hurt not being able to hug him so tightly.
"Come on, I need this." His temper slipped from him with that angered voice, which shut Storkules up very quickly. He was too cute for his own good- and having thought that just made Donald feel way more angry than before- and then remembering that just the sound of his voice getting angry could make Storkules act like this made him feel even 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 angry and feeling angry was tiring which also made him!- "...Here you go Mr. Duck." The bartender handed Donald the margaritas. "Oh thank 𝘎𝘰𝘥!"
He downed them all in one gulp, licking every last drop off the glasses as the his pains went all away with the elixir that was alcohol, "Ahh." He layed down the glasses and tried leaning back in the chair- "𝘈𝘩𝘩!" But there was no damn support!- and then Storkules saved him from the fall with one big, strong, hand that nearly wrapped around his waist. Donald growled drunkenly. Storkules put him back in the stool and looked away with tense shoulders, closing his eyes.
Awaiting a strike.
Flinching when he felt the smallest touch... And then the best touch. Donald's head on his forearm. "H-huh?" He looked down in surprise, he was still angry, but he wasn't seemingly angry enough to dislike him. Donald still liked him. Donald 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 for him. "Why..." He wrapped his small hand around the stork's huge arm. "Why do I love 𝘺𝘰𝘶?.." He groaned out.
"𝘏𝘶h?!" The great Donald Duck... Brother of Della, nephew of Scrooge, descendant of Cornelius Coot and the light of his life... Loved him?! His shoulders tensed and he felt his breath stop for a moment, eyes too afraid to look anywhere as red overcame the color of his golden bill and his egg-colored feathers. "You're- you're so damn stupid..." He constantly slipped from the stork's muscles, beginning to slur his words. "I actually can't fucking believe I love you!" He cried out.
"Great- I mean regular-"
"Call me anything for fucks sake- I- I don't really care anymore... Damn it's so- it pisses me the hell off- these stupid. feelings."
"Great Donald... You really do love me?! No mistake?!" Without thinking, Storkules picked Donald up from the stool, standing up as he held the man like a cat. "For some dumb reason..." He grumbled. "You-" He moved him away to cheer, "You love me! The great Donald Duck loves me!" He hugged so tight that the sailor's face was pressed right against his pecs, spinning around like a schoolgirl with the excitement of a dog. "Oh bless the Gods- for they have blessed me! I can not believe this but it is true! Loved by the dearest man I've ever had the privilege to meet!"
Everyone in the bar stared, and Donald growled like a dog against Storkules' chest, punching, kicking, squawking and yelling, until giving into the embrace and whispering things below his breath as he tried to not focus on the fact he didn't want to love him- but on the olive and grape scent of Storkules' chest and the cushiony sensation of it. And now, he couldn't think about anything else. His mind was foggy, and all he knew was the chest of the great Storkules.
He pushed his face further into it, and Storkules hugged back tighter, until remembering where they were. He set Donald back down, and Donald audible grumbled. The sailor's eyebrows furrowed irritatedly, while his eyes were filled with lust as they stared right at the chest of Storkules, who immediately took notice.
The son of Zeus awkwardly chuckled, letting his robe fall down his shoulder a tad bit so Donald could see more. When he did, he looked calmer, even cracked a grin as he got to stare at the full image.
The longer he stared... The harder...
"...Let's go somewhere else, my- m-my great, glorious Donald." The duck nodded, and got up to take Storkules somewhere.
Next thing he knew, Donald had dragged him into a motel room right in front of the bar, and threw himself onto the bed for him to take advantage of, pulling Storkules forward by the hair. "Get the fuck over here, we don't have all night." The demigod blushed at the sailor mouth of the mortal below him. "Y-yes, my Donald..." He kicked his shoes off his feet with struggle.
Right on top of the smaller bird, Storkules sat on his knees, arching his back, showing off his busty chest and arms as moved the robe off himself, sweat already starting to drip down the feathers of his pecs. His golden crown and bracelets were still around his head and wrists, adorning his body. Donald spread his arms out on the mattress, and Storkules took that as a sign to continue.
He undressed the sailor, putting the suit down to the side gently with care, it was so small it couldn't even be a scarf on his neck. He took Donald's little hat, and squished it playfully with a fond smile that made Donald roll his eyes and kick his feet in anger. Storkules let out a cocky laugh, before going down to cradle Donald's waist in his hands.
"Donald... Aphrodite has giving you her blessing, your face and body are simply.." He leaned down right in front of Donald's face. "Divine." The duck went red, and instinctively slapped the demigod before grabbing him right by the chin. The stork gasped, trembling as the fingers scratched his feathers until nearly pulling them out, how angry the great Donald was to have to love someone like him.
Donald's eyes were filled with a unique type of rage Storkules had never seen from him before. A mix of disgust, annoyance, irritability, with lust, care, love, fondness, arousal, a conflict that Storkules knew for sure was bothering him. Nearly missing, the drunken sailor forced Storkules into a kiss, moaning against it. Their bills connected, tongues tasting each other desperately, the faint taste of alcohol still remaining in the duck's mouth.
Storkules' lungs were not strong enough for this—he wasn't strong enough for this at all. He was falling into the pleasure, groaning as he pleaded for more from Donald, hands on the duck's wide hips, begging to go in. Donald pulled roughly on the blonde hair of the stork, "I'm a faggot." Donald sighed, his raspy, unintelligible voice-box sounding better than usual to Storkules when he did. "I'm a fag."
Angrier than ever, Donald pulled Storkules' hair back again to hear him gasp, to see those tits again, to see him in pain for making him love him in this way. "O-oh Donald!-" The demigod crumbled, fingers pressing into Donald's hips like they were stress-toys. "Calm down you fucking idiot, it doesn't hurt that much!"
The sailor slapped Storkules in the face again, before his hand went back to holding him by the hair like it were a leash. "Donald- Donald I 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. I need your body so painfully, please I beg of thee, let me 𝘪𝘯." The demigod, one of the strongest divine beings of Ithaquack, the man who put the earth back into orbit, son of Zeus, was 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 for Donald. The duck chuckled as he nearly burst out laughing, before shaking his head, grin on his face.
An idea came across his mind. He removed the crown Storkules had right around his hair like a band, and leashed the man with it. "Go for it." Storkules nodded eagerly, breath going hoarse as he was overwhelmed with the excitement of being Donald's dog—belong to the great 𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘥.
Donald pulled on the leash, petting Storkules' head, messing up the long, fluffy and wavy hair that flowed down his neck, covered his eyes sometimes, adorned him like fur. Donald opened his legs and pulled on the collar, watching the demigod crawl to him on all fours until his face and the demigod's chest were right in front of each other.
Storkules has shaking, erect and panting as he controlled himself, which was so difficult with Donald's whole act. He felt his hands being taken in by the duck's, thumbs running along his knuckles which only made him weaker than he already was. His fingers were treated like paws, he was treated like a pet, and when he tried speaking, Donald pulled on the collar to shush him.
"Go on Storkules, we don't have all night." The stork nodded, and moved his cock in slowly into Donald's hole. The sailor bit back a moan and pulled on Storkules'collar again, before biting the bigger man's neck to make him whine. "𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵." Storkules nodded again, desperately trying to support himself with his arms as he pushed in, trembling worsening as he inched all the way in, his whimpers filling the motel room, echoing throughout it.
Donald bit him again, this time on the shoulder, the sound of his whines calming him down like a beautiful melody. Thrusting gently, Storkules's body moved up and down on top of Donald, lungs desperate for air. With each thrust, the duck groaned and held onto the mattress, legs moving around in reaction to how huge Storkules' cock was. With each thrust, Donald's face saw the demigod's chest dripping with sweat and ruffled feathers, each breath that the demigod took drawing Donald's eye to it more and more.
Being moved by the biting, the hand stroking his hair gently and petting it, and the hand on the collar ready to command him, Storkules whimpered and let out sweet, gentle moans as he pushed in and out of Donald, who with each bite moved closer and closer to Storkules' tits. "S-sweet Donald- sweet, sweet Donald-" The sailor bruised him with a bite 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦. "Agh!-"
"Shut up." Donald grumbled, before biting again to hear more squealing from Storkules, to get him to go deeper and make him take every inch in his body until it went so far up it messed with his throat and fixed his damn voice. "Y-yes Don-Don-" He slapped again, getting a moan from the demigod.
Feeling Donald getting tighter, Storkules thrusted faster than before, the feeling of his little legs around his waist brushing against his feathers and that small, soft body that was somehow strong enough to keep him like this getting him harder by the minute. His erection felt pre-come surrounding it, dripping off it, dripping into Donald's body making him shake as well. Storkules moaned and nearly lost balance and fell on top of Donald. The duck bit him again as punishment, before pulling him back by the collar and out of him.
"N-no please.. I'm- I need you-" Donald pinned Storkules to the bed himself, holding him down by the chest and pressing ome hand down on it, drawing lines across it to get another gasp out of Storkules. "You do." He stood over Storkules' lap, slamming down on it to get himself off with the man's cock. The other hand of his choked Storkules as hard as possibly with the collar, knowing he couldn't die.
He went up and down on his lap, stimulating him to come sooner inside of him. It felt so good to have Storkules inside of him, Donald felt himself wanting to come too, he was so close, he shivered at the feeling. Storkules opened his mouth weakly, only gasping and whining if he was lucky, the collar keeping him quiet as Donald overstimulated him.
The sailor looked down, and watched a demigod 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮. He chuckled, and played around with Storkules' pecs, groping them tightly and playing with each feather, pulling on each nipple to see how he'd react, and smiling at the little gasps from him. He kept moving around on Storkules' lap, he was so close, he felt every drop inside his body, and Donald himself was close too.
Storkules' hands wanted to reach up for Donald, but he was too tired out to do anything. Donald sighed fondly at his weakness, and let go of the collar so he could breathe and cry as much as he wanted. "Calm down, we're almost done... Just wait a little." Donald stroked Storkules' hair and chest, staring into his barely open eyes that were desperate to finish.
"Just a little more..." Donald cooed out to him, the demigod nodded, and Donald kept moving up and down on him. He was so close. So, so close- and then he cried out in pleasure, finishing. Donald's breath hitched, body struggling to keep it all in as every warm drop filled him completely, it was dripping out from his body.
Donald groaned and pulled Storkules up by the collar, forcing him to sit up. He grabbed the collar and pulled the demigod in for a kiss as they were both panting, he took the flavor of his tongue into his mouth to deal with how much he shivered at the cum inside his body leaking out of him. The sailor pressed his chest up against the bigger man's to get some friction and to feel it's softness and the sweat coming from it.
They gasped and pulled away from the kiss, Donald slowly getting off the demigod's wet cock, struggling. He looked up at Storkules, who was spent, and threw him into the bed by the hair. Their fast breathing was the only thing in the room now, it slowed down gently, Donald crawling to Storkules and getting in bed with him, slow removing the golden crown/collar and bracelets to allow room for comfort.
Now that he was collarless, Storkules felt free to talk, and the very first thing he said was "D-did I do good Donald?"
The duck nodded gently, before throwing himself onto Storkule's tits. "Yeah, you did real good buddy..." He scratched the man below the chin. "C-can- can I hug- hug you?"
"Sure." And Storkules gave Donald the tightest hug his weakened form could muster, keeping his face right against his soft, yet huge chest. Donald was on cloud 9. "You big dummy.." The duck slowly closed his eyes with the stork, and fell asleep in those two feathered pillows.