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It’d been a long day at work. Schlatt returned to his shared apartment with Quackity, walking through the front door and sighing as he flipped on the lights.
“I’m home..” He groaned, sitting on the couch. Quackity emerged from their bedroom and crossed his arms in the doorway to the living room.
“You’re home late. And you didn’t do the dishes.” The dark-haired boy scoffed.
“God, I really have to do everything around here, don’t I, Schlatt?”
The brunette sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You know I’m busy, Q.”
“Not an excuse! Get off your lazy ass and do something for once! I always end up cleaning up after you like I’m your mother or your maid! I am not!”
“I never said you were.”
“You didn’t have to. It’s about treatment.”
“Treatment my ass! I’ve had a long fucking day, Alexis. The least you can do is let me sit down with peace and quiet!” Schlatt raised his voice.
Quackity made a small noise of annoyance.
“Ugh! You’re so annoying!” Quackity stomped his foot like a spoiled brat who wasn’t getting what they wanted.
Schlatt quickly paused what he was doing to stare at Quackity.
“Look at you. Being all bratty.” He chuckled.
Quackity couldn’t deny that the man’s words sent a tiny shiver through his body.
“Cmere princess. I think it’s time I put you in your place.” Schlatt smirked and patted his knee, signaling for Quackity to sit.
Quackity paused for a moment, and then went and sat. Schlatt steadied him by the hips, holding him roughly.
“What a bratty whore.” Schlatt snickered while sliding Quackitys shorts off. Quackity could immediately feel himself getting nervous. Was it getting nervous? Maybe he was just wet.
…
Yeah, he was just wet.
Jschlatt whistled as he lay Quackity on his back on the couch.
“For someone being as bitchy as you are, I’d expect you to be dry as the Sahara down here.”
Quackity whimpered. “Does that mean you want me to go wash up or something?..”
Schlatt spat on his fingers. “No. Absolutely not.” He grinned and slipped a finger inside his wet heat. Quackity whined and turned his head away, spreading his legs slightly on instinct. Schlatt slowly pushed a second finger in, moving them around in his cunt gently.
All that came out of Quackitys mouth now were just little whimpers. Schlatt fingered him for a bit longer, then took them out. He licked his fingers clean and pulled his pants down, just enough to where he could pull out his cock.
Quackity sat up and somewhat backed away. He couldn’t lie, he loved this, but he knew Schlatt. He wasn’t gonna stop when Q told him to, and then it was gonna hurt for days afterward.
And while Quackity was lost in thought, Schlatt had spat on his hand and jerked himself off a good amount. He wiped the excess spit on the couch cushion below him, then grabbed Quackitys legs and yanked him forward. Schlatt was now between Quackitys legs and smirked down at the dark-haired boy below him.
Quackity gulped, moving slightly. Schlatt grabbed him by the hips and pushed his cock into his tight, wet heat. Schlatt groaned and leaned over Q slightly.
Quackity whined and grabbed Schlatt's shoulders, his fingernails digging into his skin. Schlatt gently began to move inside his lover, finding a good rhythm that wasn’t too fast or slow for the needy bitch below him.
The room filled with the wet sound of Schlatt moving, and Quackitys loud, needy moans. Jschlatt smirked and put a finger to Quackitys lips.
“Shhh… quiet down pumpkin..”
That only made quackity moan louder, and, move his hips faster against him. Quackity's hands slipped away from Schlatt's shoulders and gripped the couch cushion instead.
Schlatt knew quackity was close—but instead of giving him that sweet release, he slipped out of him fully. Quackity yelped and sat up, panting.
“N-no, no no.. ugh.. more, why the fuck did you stop?!” He grabbed Schlatt's shoulders and shook him as hard as he could (which wasn’t very hard, considering he was exhausted in that moment)
They stared at each other for a second, then Schlatt kissed Quackity, his gentleness making Quackity feel like he was going to melt into a puddle on the ground.
The room was hot as hell, and it was starting to honestly give Quackity a headache—yet he didn’t say anything, and only continued to cup Schlatt's face and kiss him back.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Schlatt pulled away and pushed Quackity onto his back, holding his hips gently.
“Alex?”
“Mhmm..?”
“I love you. I love you so damn much. Just.. quit being a fuckin brat, alright?.. It’s exhausting as hell, and it’s not fun to come home from a long shift to a needy bitch whining in my ear.”
Quackity stared at him, then nodded.
Schlatt smirked slightly, then lined himself back up and pushed inside Quackity again. A loud moan escaped Quackity's lips, and a softer groan came from Schlatts. He got back onto a steady pace, pushing in and out of his lover.
After a few thrusts and gentle words of praise or encouragement, Quackitys legs tensed back up, and his breath got shaky and fast.
“Mm, close, pumpkin?”
Quackity whined. “Mphh, fuck, yes!..”
Schlatts thrusts sped up at Quackitys confirmation, pushing the black-haired boy to his release. A desperate, guttural moan escaped Alex’s mouth. Schlatt just thrusted through his orgasm, and when Quackity came down from his high he was hit with that awful, uncomfortable, yet recognizable feeling of overstimulation.
“N-no!.. no more.. Please!.. please, ugh.. I’ll be good..!”
It wasn’t that Quackity didn’t like it, it just made him ache and it wasn’t comfortable. The black-haired boy knew he could use the safe word whenever he wanted, but, it wasn’t that bad.
Alas, Schlatt kept a steady pace inside Q’s pussy. Quackity crossed his wrists over his eyes, covering the fact that his eyes were watering, cause he didn’t want it to look like he was crying. Yet, of course, Schlatt grabbed his wrists with one hand and pinned them above his head, still holding Quackitys hip with his free hand.
“Don’t hide those pretty eyes from me, pumpkin.”
Ugh. This guys insufferable.
Quackity endured another 30 seconds of annoyance before Schlatt finally slowed, burying himself deep inside Q as he finished.
They both lay there panting for a moment, before Schlatt pulled out and zipped himself up. His legs were a bit wobbly, but not as bad as Quackitys. He stood, then picked Quackity up bridal style. He pressed a gentle kiss to his temple and walked to the bathroom. He set him on the floor and ran a warm bath for him.
Once the bath was filled, he turned the faucet off. He lifted Quackity and gently set him in the water.
Quackity's eyes were heavy and the warm water only fueled his desire to fall asleep, right then and there.
Schlatt chuckled, staring lovingly at Quackitys sleepy face.
“Alex?”
Quackity looked up.
“Yeah?”
“I love you. I…I’m really glad you’re alive. I’m glad you didn’t… didn’t…”
“Didn’t kill myself?”
…
“Yeah, that. I’m glad you’re alive. I’m the luckiest man alive, cause I get to see you like this. Does that make sense?”
“..I.. I think it does..” Quackity mumbled.
“I’m glad I get to see you naked in a non-lustful way. You know, I don’t see you as something I fuck. I..I really, really love you. And I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you doubt that.”
…
Quackity stared at him, still in the water, his breath hitching in his throat. A single drop of salty water spilled from each of his tear ducts.
“I.. I love you too.” His voice was hushed and shaky, his own words only pushing him to cry harder.
He pulled his arms above the water and leaned over the edge of the tub to hug him.
Schlatt held him tight, like he was a prized possession. Which, he was.
He was loved.
And that’s all he needed.
He sobbed in Schlatt's arms, mumbling apologies with unclear origin, and repeating “I love you” over and over, like a priest repeating a prayer.
…
Despite their disagreements, their hard moments, and their sad moments, they always have each other.
And that’s all you’ll need. Someone who really, truly cares for and loves you. Someone who will walk in on you cutting yourself and take the blade away, someone who will walk in on you attempting suicide and rip the rope down from the ceiling, someone who will drive you to the ER at 4am because you cut too deep or you overdosed.
Someone who doesn’t see you as an inconvenience.
That's what love is, at least, the pumpkin duos version of it.