You Were Busy!

Dream was currently getting out of work; he had to do some overtime, which was a pain in the ass. He was extremely exhausted and just wanted to release all tension, just wanted to go home to his boyfriend and watch a movie and cuddle. But no, he couldn't do that; he had to go to Home Depot and get some tools to fix a table that he had broken with his lover. What were they doing? Now that's a story for a whole different day. 

Dream sighed tiredly as he got inside his 2019 neon green Porsche. Something that he cherishes the most, BESIDES Quackity of course. He connected his phone to the aux of the car and pulled out of the driveway of SMP C.O. He stopped at the traffic light and took advantage of it by looking through his contacts.

Ducky <3 

Calling now

"Hola?" 

"Hey, ducky, just getting out of work, how have you been?" Dream turned right, heading to the plaza that held the supermarket.

"Dream! Carino, I miss youuu." Quackity exaggerates over the phone. Making the dirty blonde man chuckle at his lover whining. 

"I'll be home in twenty, I just arrived at the supermarket, hun, do you need anything?" The phone against Dream's ear and shoulder closes the door of the car, walks towards the entrance of the store grabs a shopping cart as well. 

"Hmm, OH! I know! Can you get more cocoa powder so we can make another try of brownies, please?" Dream winced at the loud excitement that lay in Quackity's voice on the phone.

"Of course, ducky, but this time I'M adding the ingredients!" He laughed at the memory of the disastrous mess of last week, trying to bake brownies.

"Hmph, FINE, well, I love you. See you in twenty carino."

"I love you, too, Ducky."

"Bye, be careful!!"

Call has ended

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Quackity was currently going through the closet of his and Dream's bedroom on a mission in search of something. Once the call ends with his lover, he immediately goes to search for a specific outfit that he has yet not show to Dream. He heard the exhaustion and could feel the tension of his lover all the way through the phone, so why not help out with it? He's been doing overtime for this whole week, which stressed Dream out a lot. 

"Ah ha! Found it," Quackity muttered to himself, quickly stripping off his comfy clothes and putting on the outfit he bought around last year on New Year's Day. 

Moments later, he goes on his phone, lying in bed practically half-naked, waiting for his significant other. Fifteen minutes had passed very slowly for him, which was killing him. He decided to go through his photos on his phone, smiling and laughing through some videos/pictures of him and Dream being stupidly in love. His smile soon turned to a blushing mess when he was met with a certain video. Dream and Quackity's sex video was meant for him and the taller one. 

It quickly brought Quackity's arousal. He tapped play on the video, and the video started straight at the raven-haired man giving him a sloppy blow job. The grunts and moans behind the camera were from Dream. The sinful sounds were heading straight towards his dick. The POV of the video turned to face Dream manhandling Quackity onto all fours on the bed. His dick slipped perfectly into Quackity's hole, leaving them both groaning at the feeling of each other. 

At this moment, Quackty hesitated to jerk off right then and there; he wanted to wait for Dream. "Oh fuck it," he mumbled. He slipped his hand between his navy blue laced panties, grabbing hold of his dick. The feeling of precum sticks to his hand. His hand hand going in an up and down motion, the only thing on his mind was making Dream feel good and had him moaning up his name. 

The door being cracked open stopped Quackity from what he was doing, his eyes flying open to the bedroom door to see Dream standing there with an immediate boner growing in his jeans. 

"Fuck, you look hot, babe," Dream cursed out, taking his shirt off and dropping his jeans and boxer shorts on the carpeted floor, crawling towards Quackity, kissing him harshly with want and need. Moaning into the kiss, Quackity pulled back with a lustful gaze. He muttered between Dream's lips, "I wanted to surprise you after a long week of work," diving right back into making out. The sound of spit and lips smacking filled the room,

"Fuck, I keep loving you more and more every day, ducky," Dream gasped out, the trail of saliva on both of their mouths when he pulled away to start kissing the shorter on the jaw, making his way down to his neck to his sweet spot right near his Adam's apple. 

"Mh-m fu-ck, let me take care of you carino pl-lease." Quackity moaned at the feeling of Dream's tongue licking away at his sweet spot, teeth grazing over an already forming hickey. 

"I want to take care of you right now, and me another day." Dream paused throughout speaking, wanting to mark up his ducky all over, showing that it was his. 

He laid Quackity on his back, stripping off the other's panties and exposing his wet hole. Dream looks down at the other for permission to continue, in return getting a very excited nod. He inserted his middle and wiggled it slowly, soon thrusting it in and out, adding another two digits in stretching him wide enough so it wouldn't hurt. He grabbed the base of his cock and spat on his other hand, lubricating his genitals slowly. After that, he slowly pushed the tip of his dick to Quackity's hole, making Quackity's breath hitch at the feeling of the other's tip touching the outside of his wet hole. 

Dream pushes in with a low groan and stays there. He does his very best to keep himself from pounding the other immediately since they haven't been active in a month and a half. Quackity gives the affirmative nod to go, making Dream pull out and thrust right in, leaving Quackity breathless. He starts off at a medium pace, hovering over Quackity, marking up once again his neck, both hands gripping at the sides of Quackity's hips. 

Quacktiy curls his leg over the blonde's torso, hooking his ankles together and moaning continuously "Fu-ck OH- fa-aster PLEASE." Quackity moaned out whoresily. Dream took that to his advantage, leaving the one beneath him whining due to his stopping for a quick few seconds. Dream grabbed Quackity's legs, hooking them over his shoulder, and leaned over him, practically bending him in half, thrusting in a steady, rougher, faster pace than before. His dick pushed in deeper at the new angle, hitting accurately as his prostate made Quackity cry out, grabbing the taller's biceps, needing to grip something out of pleasure.

 Dream groaned at the tightness of the other, making him go at a much faster pace than before. He was able to feel the walls of the other clamping down around his cock, making him moan and grunt. He kept giving small praises to the others, knowing it turned them on. 

The feeling of Quackity's nails digging into his biceps made me want to destroy Quackity. The feeling of pleasure and sweat ran down his body, and his thrusts soon started becoming sloppy. Seconds later, Quackity came with a loud moan that echoed through the room. The overstimulation of Dream trying to reach his climax brought tears to the eyes of the shorter. 

"Fuc-ck! In-n o-r out!?" Dream moaned out, already feeling the tightness in his stomach turning into knots of pleasure.

"I-n PLEASE!" Quackity yelled out with a whorish like moan.

Dream did his final thrusts, climaxing with a low groan, the feeling of his body going limp made him pull out. He plopped himself next to his boyfriend and grabbed him, pushing his head to his chest, keeping him there. Both of them were panting, one left in a daze, and the other with the best day ever. 

"I love you Ducky."

"I love you too," Quackity mumbled out sleepily, leading Dream to chuckle at his amazing boyfriend.