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Both ducks were panting and staring each other down. Tonight’s sparring session is different. Normally, the two have a casual attitude towards their matches. A friendly fight to stay in shape ending with the loser doing the dishes for a week. After tonight’s patrol, an entirely different feeling charged the air.
They are frustrated with each other. Drake was angry with Launchpad for crashing the Ratcatcher. Launchpad was angry with Darkwing for leaping off the moving to catch a mugger. Now they have a damaged bike and a criminal running free.
Drake leered at Launchpad. “I still cannot believe you totaled the bike! It’s going to take weeks to fix!” He had the large duck down on the mat, his arm pinned behind him. “Do you expect us to just use the car to get around town?”
Launchpad turned enough glare up at Drake. “Only after you jumped from a moving bike! You knocked us off balance. My driving had nothing to do with it!”
“Oh please. We both know you’re the best at crashing, LP,” Drake scoffed.
Launchpad rolled, knocking Drake off the top of him. In one fluid motion, LP had Drake’s arms pinned and stared down at him. “My driving had nothing to do with it.”
Droplets of sweat dripped onto Drake. An intoxicating heat filled the space between them. Launchpad started to climb off. “Let’s go. We do not do-”. Drake didn’t let him finish. He pulled him down, their beaks meeting halfway.
A hot and heady kiss.
Launchpad grabbed a fistful of Drake’s tailfeathers and squeezed. The smaller duck pulled away from their kiss, moaning and exposing his neck. A weak spot of his and Launchpad relished feeling Drake shiver underneath him. Drake’s feathers puffed up in anticipation, feeling Launchpad’s erection poking him.
Launchpad knows just what to do. Foreplay alone is enough for the both of them to see stars. Needing to do more than just stroke the pilot’s cock, he wantonly moved his hand up his torso, feeling his partner’s muscles. Launchpad is jacked. “You are so big,” he cooed. Launchpad smiled, kissed him again, and flipped Drake onto his hands and knees.
He loves hearing his partner’s moans. His whimpers. Launchpad circled his finger around Drake’s hole, gently teasing it.
“N-No… You have a tongue. Use it.”
Launchpad needn't be told twice. Launchpad’s tongue darted in and out of Drake and plucked a few more feathers. Drake arched his back, exposing more of himself. His head was already swimming by the time Launchpad reached under him and slowly began to stroke his cock. Precum dripped onto the mat and his hands. “Better now?”
There was no chance for Drake to answer. Unceremoniously flipped onto his back, he stared up at Launchpad who was red in the face. He gulped and nodded. Nothing could take them from this moment. Both their hands explored each other’s bodies, locked in an intense kiss.
Drake slinked his hand down, grabbing Launchpad between his legs.
Breaking their kiss, he buried his beak into his partner’s chest kissing, nibbling, and preening feathers on his way down. Launchpad hummed and ran his hand through Drake’s hair. “I’m ready. Are you?”
His mouth full of feathers, Drake murmured. “Mm-hmm.” The preening stopped when Launchpad ran to a cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of lube. This isn’t the first time they’ve had sex on these mats.
The anger in the tension cleared away, replaced by an intoxicating lust for each other.
Pouring a healthy amount of lube onto his fingers, Launchpad returned to teasing Drake’s hole. He slowly inserted a finger and let Drake work his way down, opening himself up. This alone nearly brought Drake to finishing too early. He wasn’t ready to cum yet. “Launchpad, I’m ready. Please, I need you.”
He rolled onto his back, legs parting ready to accept his partner’s cock. His partner’s massive form was outlined by the lights behind him. Sucking in a deep breath, he felt LP’s cock start to slide in. Launchpad reached out and grabbed his hand. “You okay?”
Drake exhaled slightly, opening himself up more. “Y-Yes,” he whispered.
Launchpad pushed in further until about halfway. Again, he let Drake do the rest of the work, inching his way down. He moved to kiss Drake as his hips were nearly flush with Drake’s. Panting into each other’s mouths, Launchpad slowly began to pump his hips. Drake bit his beak. Purring, he told Launchpad to not keep him waiting.
Launchpad grunted and pushed in further. His hips thrust faster. Harder. Drake jerked himself reeling in the waves of pleasure rolling through him. Launchpad grunts grew louder. Drake moaned more and more.
Seizing the opportunity, Launchpad grabbed another fistful of Drake’s tail. If Drake wasn’t seeing stars before, he’s sure seeing beyond the galaxy. Clenching down on Launchpad’s cock, Drake’s entire body tightened up as he began to orgasm. “Oh, oh, oh!” a shudder wracked through him, his cum coating his lower abdomen.
To Launchpad, Drake is hot on his own, downright sexy in Darkwing’s uniform, and irresistible after an orgasm. Tender, vulnerable, and covered in his cum. He could watch him cum all day and would never tire of it. Drake lay behind him, coming down from the orgasm, a tired smile on his face.
A loud groan echoed around the room when Launchpad orgasmed. “Oh, fuck. Drake…” he gritted his teeth, and his vision went white. Pumping every last drop of cum into his boyfriend, he and Drake shared a long, wet kiss, Drake’s hands running up and down Launchpad's wide back.
Returning to earth, he pulled out and rolled over bringing the smaller duck with him. Neither one of them had caught their breath from when they started sparring until now. Drake lay on his partner’s chest, playing with some feathers. “God, I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“I am still mad about the bike though.”
Launchpad lifted his head and looked at Drake. A silly grin crossed his face. “Y’know, if I can wreck you and you say you love me afterward, I think I can wreck and fix a bike.”
Drake snorted. “It’s a good thing you’re good at both.” He kissed Launchpad. “You can wreck me anytime. Just not the bike.”