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There was a knock at the door. Quackity looked up from last week’s profit reports, calling, “Come in.”

Charlie Slimesicle came in, waving a slimy hand at him and then giving a little bow. “Quackity from Las Nevadas! We have a bit of a problem down there!” He gestured toward the window overlooking the casino floor.

“Hm?” Quackity turned his chair, concerned, and Slime came over to him as he got up. Slime pointed down into the crowd. Quackity didn’t see any immediate problems and gave Slime a confused look.

“A player who’s doing a little too good! Over at the poker tables, see? The creeper in the lab coat.” Slime pointed again and Quackity just managed to make out the person, who was sitting at a full table that was surrounded by onlookers.

“Who is it?” Quackity asked, getting a spyglass so he could look closer. He narrowed his eyes as he saw the impressive pile of chips the player had.

“Docm77 from Hermitcraft! He’s a real ace at Texas Hold ‘Em, he’s winning big, I think Quackity from Las Nevadas needs to knock him down a peg!”

“Heh.” Quackity could see that all too familiar bravado on the man’s face even from here. He was sure of himself. Smirking as he looked at his cards, so confident he wasn’t even hiding it. He certainly did need to be knocked down a peg.

Quackity hasn’t met Doc before, but he’s heard things about him. Redstone engineer, humble gardener, gentle dom. A science experiment gone rogue, part creeper and part goat, augmented with robotics. Intimidating when he wanted to be, but secretly a softie. Almost always on Hermitcraft, when not visiting with other redstone engineers to create incredible new machines. How interesting to see him here. Apparently he was quite the talented poker player as well.

It only took seconds for a tantalizing plan to come to mind that had Quackity smiling. Maybe it won’t all go exactly as planned, but regardless, he had a good feeling about it. Besides, the house always won in the end.

“Yeah,” Quackity said, lowering the spyglass. “I couldn’t agree more. Follow me, Slime.”

He set the spyglass on his desk and walked over to the full length mirror, looking over his outfit. His suit jacket was currently slung over the back of his chair, but he usually left it off anyway. He looked good like this, with a deep red dress shirt and black tie, his pants a matching black, suspenders clipped with polished brass buckles. His wings were preened, every feather perfectly neat.

He grinned at his reflection, and briefly ran his fingers along his old pickaxe scar, lifting his upper lip so he could check his diamond teeth. They gleamed in the light and he nodded, satisfied.

Turning, he checked that his tail feathers looked good too. They did, and his ass looked damn good in those slacks as well. Perfect.

He led the way downstairs, Slime trailing along behind him.

“I’m going to extend a challenge to our high roller,” Quackity explained as he walked. “I want you to get some good pictures for our socials, can you do that for me mi amigo?”

“Oh yes, of course!”

“Gracias, cariño, I know you’ll make me look good.” Quackity stopped at the bottom of the stairs to straighten out his clothes one more time, making sure his shirt was tucked into his waistband all the way around. Then he pushed the doors open and strode out.

There was always a security guard outside the door to the stairwell, but when he moved to follow Quackity, Quackity held up a hand to tell him to stay where he was.

“We’re good, just gonna go greet a guest,” Quackity said, nodding to him and continuing to walk. The guard nodded and stayed where he was, keeping an eye on the guests.

People took notice of Quackity as he approached, gazing at him with wonder and admiration, whispering to each other as he passed them. He didn’t often come onto the casino floor these days, so it always caused a stir when people saw him. Some people even saw it as lucky for him to walk by them, which he thought was cute, but hey. Whatever kept them betting.

Everyone made way for him as he walked up to the table where Doc was playing. The game had concluded and people were getting up, grumbling, and Doc was humming as he sorted his chips back into his inventory.

But before he could stand, Quackity flopped into the seat next to him and lounged back. “Hey, hermoso. Welcome to the Las Nevadas Resort and Casino. You’ve caused quite a stir. Is it your first visit?”

Doc glanced at him, seeming disinterested at first, then he quickly looked back. Quackity could actually see the lens of his robotic eye rotate as he focused. “It’s my first visit, yes. Are you Quackity?”

“I am! Admin of this fine server, nice to meet you!” Quackity held out his hand and Doc took it, his metal fingers warmer than Quackity expected, and they squeezed firmly but only for a moment.

“I’m Doc. Uh, am I…” Doc looked around nervously, then back at him. “Am I in trouble? I won fair and square, ask anyone here!”

“Easy, easy, muchacho, no one’s in trouble,” Quackity said gently. “I just couldn’t help but notice you seemed to be doing really well and I wanted to come down and congratulate you. Not every day we get such a skilled player as yourself.”

“Oh?” Doc relaxed then, smiling. “Well, thank you! Not to brag or anything, but… I’ve always been a really good poker player. I’m putting together a sort of… casino, we’ll say, on my own server right now, and I wanted some inspiration. I’ve been traveling around to all sorts of places. Your casino is beautiful, and once I came in I couldn’t help but play some matches. The atmosphere is just perfect, man. Great job.”

“Thanks!” Quackity said cheerfully. “You’ve certainly earned your money, you seem like an honest man, and you’d probably like to play it safe and cash out now, huh?”

“I probably should,” Doc said. “It’s getting late anyway and I need to get back to Hermitcraft.”

“Sure, sure. But before you go, perhaps…” Quackity lowered his voice and leaned in, tracing the fur of Doc’s organic arm. “You’d like to take another gamble?”

Doc hesitated, but his ears went forward. He stayed seated. “Maybe. What did you have in mind?”

“Double or nothing,” Quackity declared, to interested murmurs from the crowd. “Go one on one against me in a game of Texas Hold ‘Em, and if you win, I take everything you’ve earned tonight and double it. And you walk out of here rich as hell. Or I win, and I take it all back.”

“Hm…” Doc looked around, and people nodded eagerly at him, saying he could do it.

“You are a really good player, right?” Quackity asked, reaching over for the cards and flipping a few of them dramatically around through his fingers, drawing more interested eyes over to them. “Here, we’ll even use the cards that you’ve already been using. No tricks.”

“Alright,” Doc decided. “If you’re really so eager to lose in your own casino.”

“Ahaha, okay, tipazo. Hope you can put your money where your mouth is.” Quackity stood so he could move further down the table, sitting across from Doc. “So since it’s just the two of us, how about we do this tournament style, hm? We play hands until one of us either folds, or busts. At which point, if you’ve won… I double whatever you have. And if I’ve won, well. You walk out of here broke. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” Doc replied.

“Mm.” Quackity gestured for the dealer to come over and handed him the cards, and the dealer shuffled them. Then the dealer laid out the flop and Quackity said, “Good luck, Doc.”

“Same to you,” Doc replied, looking at ease.

Quackity couldn’t wait to destroy him.

“Fuck!” Doc yelled, slamming his fists down on the table as he saw Quackity’s cards. A four of a kind, not the best possible hand, but it beat his straight. That was it. Doc had put everything onto that last hand, trying to call Quackity’s bluff, and now he was out.

“The house always wins, Doc,” Quackity reminded him, giving a lazy flick of the wings. He watched with satisfaction as the dealer called the game and began sliding all of Doc’s chips across the table to Quackity to collect. “The house always wins.”

“Agh, no! Fuck, why did I… gahh.” Doc slumped back, covering his face with both hands.

Quackity lounged back in his chair, amused to see how utterly furious Doc became when things didn’t go his way. Quackity had played with him during the first few hands, letting himself be a little sloppy, making some questionable bets. And then, once Doc got cocky and let his guard down, Quackity had gotten serious.

Doc had quickly lost his cool, growing panicked as he realized the turn the game had taken, but it was too late. The blinds were high and he had no choice but to just keep handing over chips. And Quackity had ruthlessly taken it all.

It was one of the most satisfying wins he’s had in a while, shattering a man’s confidence like that, and he had to admit… the way Doc raged at him while being utterly helpless had him mildly aroused.

Quackity collected Doc’s chips back into his own inventory and smiled pleasantly at him once Doc lowered his hands, while their audience clapped, cheering and calling out their condolences. “Well hey. Everyone’s luck runs out eventually. But we do have luxury rooms available, if you wanna go cry yourself to sleep and try again tomorrow.” He laughed when Doc grumbled at him, tail lashing.

“I can’t believe this,” Doc said, staring at the table. “I had so much, I shoulda just… just cashed out. Ugh…”

“Yeah, but you didn’t. But hey, okay… you can keep these.” Quackity slid five iron-level chips back over to him.

Doc grabbed them and threw them. “I don’t need your damn pity!”

“Haha, okay! Looks like you could use a drink, big guy!” Quackity said, getting up. “Bar’s still open, come on. You gave me a good game, so I’ll treat ya.”

“I…” Doc looked toward the door, but then his shoulders slumped and he turned to the bar. “Yeah. I could use that. Never shoulda taken you on.”

“Yeah. Man, and I thought an experienced player like you would know when you should just fold!”

Doc shot him a glare, which turned even more annoyed when people laughed at them. Slime was still taking pictures, but Quackity gestured for him to stop and then said, “Slime, buddy, you can go. I’d like to have a drink alone with Doc.”

“Of course, Quackity from Las Nevadas! Enjoy!” Slime darted away.

Quackity set a hand on Doc’s back as he led him toward the bar. He realized now just how snug his pants had gotten and chuckled at himself. He enjoyed that rather a lot. And if his luck held out, he would have even more to enjoy soon.

When they entered the bar, Doc looked around at everyone with distaste and stopped. “I don’t think I can deal with all these people right now.”

“No worries, there’s the private bar,” Quackity said, guiding him over to a doorway with a guard next to it. “Treating a guest to a drink, give us some privacy, please.”

“Of course, sir.” The guard opened the door to let them in.

“People can rent this out for celebrations, or sometimes I just use it to entertain,” Quackity said as Doc looked around, seeming impressed. This room had its own bar counter and a huge assortment of alcohol, and couches lined the walls. There were multiple tables to sit at. There was even a pool table and air hockey.

Quackity went over to get behind the bar and Doc sank onto a stool, sighing.

“So, what do you want? I can make you just about anything,” Quackity said.

“Mm. Just make me something strong,” Doc said, rubbing his forehead.

“Sure, alright. Let me whip you up a little something I like to call the duckfucker,” Quackity said, getting out a tall glass.

Doc’s hand fell to the table and he stared at him, brows drawing together. “The what.”

“Haha.” Quackity spun to the back wall, picking up a bottle of coconut rum and twirling it around before putting it on the counter, then he opened the fridge, getting out pineapple juice and a can of whipped cream. “Well, it’s basically a piña colada, only…” He shook the whipped cream and then sprayed it in a spiral up the inside of the glass, then put it aside and opened the rum and juice, pouring both in at the same time.

Once it was nearly to the top, he stopped and put the bottles away, then got a spoon and gave the drink a dainty swirl.

“It’s got this cute lil twist of sweetness in it,” he said, passing it over. He waited until Doc was taking a sip before adding, “Like a duck’s penis.”

Doc immediately coughed.

“Yep, ducks have spiral dicks,” Quackity said, seeing Doc’s face turn red. It took a few moments for Doc to properly swallow, and when he did, Quackity said, “That’s it, good boy. Don’t waste a drop.”

“Bro,” Doc said, voice more growly. “C’mon.”

“Oh, don’t act all shy with me,” Quackity said. “I’ve heard about you, you’re just as much of a pervert as I am.”

Doc cleared his throat, sighing and then drinking some more. Then he gave a sly smile as he said, “Oh I am a pervert, sure. It’s just that I’m not a bottom.”

“No? Huh, couldn’t tell with how hard you just let me fuck you.”

Doc’s goat pupil constricted and Quackity knew he had done it.

Doc got up, eyes blazing, the scent of gunpowder filling the air. “Okay, you little shit.” He came around the bar and Quackity opened his wings, backing away, but Doc was faster than he looked.

It didn’t take him long to wrap that powerful robotic hand around one of his arms, wrenching it behind his back, while Doc’s other hand went to Quackity’s head and shoved it down into the counter.

“If you’ve heard about me, then you know I would ruin you,” Doc said, voice low and dangerous. “Maybe I overestimated my poker skills in comparison to you, but this… this is an arena where you will not best me. Push me, and I will wreck you, and I’ll have you begging for me not to stop.”

Quackity broke into laughter, heart pounding hard and cock twitching in his pants. He heard Doc breathing roughly and raised his hips, flicking his tail feathers up.

“Show me, then,” Quackity taunted. “Prove to me that you actually are as good at something as you claim to be, Papí.”

Doc growled, the sound seeming to vibrate in Quackity’s chest. He squeezed Quackity’s arm tighter. “You’re just trying to piss me off, aren’t you?”

“Took you that long to figure it out?”

Doc moved his hand from Quackity’s head around to his neck and Quackity tensed, worried that Doc was going to choke him. But instead, he felt his fingers slip under his tie, then started working at the knot.

“Okay,” Doc said, taking a few slower breaths. “I’ll prove it to you. First, can you kick the counter?”

Confused, Quackity kicked it a few times.

“Great, do that if you want this to end. Otherwise…” Doc got the tie off and then pulled Quackity’s head up, pushing his fingers into his mouth without warning. Quackity gasped, surprised and turned on. Then Doc pulled the tie around his face, pressing it into his open mouth, and Doc pulled his fingers out of the way. “You’re just gonna take it.” He tied the fabric behind Quackity’s head and Quackity worked his jaw, pressing at the tie with his tongue, but it was pulled too tight. He couldn’t push it out of his mouth.

He panted, trying to get used to the feel of fabric chafing against his lips, the weird taste of it. He started to move his hands to it, wanting to shift it, and Doc hissed and grabbed them, pulling them back. He pulled both behind his back, then held his wrists in a single hand while the other hand went to Quackity’s front. Quackity nearly moaned at the thought of how big Doc’s hands were. Doc pulled Quackity’s belt loose and swiftly looped it around Quackity’s wrists, tying them together.

“There, now you’re really at my mercy. And I still have those suspenders at my disposal, so… don’t give me a reason to have to tie your wings too,” Doc murmured.

Quackity pulled them down toward his sides, shaking his head. He didn’t want to test Doc on that one. He pulled at the belt though, testing to see if he could free his wrists, and couldn’t. He was pretty thoroughly caught. He slumped to the counter, feeling hot and shivery.

Doc gathered a handful of his hair and lifted it, leaning in to breathe deeply against the side of his neck. Then he licked slowly, leaving a trail of heat up toward Quackity’s cheek that made him whimper, hips bucking.

“You do this often to your guests, or am I special?” Doc asked, grinding his hips into Quackity’s ass, and Quackity groaned as he felt Doc’s erection through their clothes. “I should just leave you like this. I wonder how long it would take for someone to come help you. But… I am pretty pissed off. So thank you, for so kindly offering yourself so I can blow off steam. It’s the least you could do.”

Quackity wanted to shoot back that he didn’t make Doc bet everything against him in that game, but he couldn’t speak. All he could do was grumble against the tie, hoping that he at least got the sass across.

“You’re bratty. We’ll see how long that lasts.”

Quackity huffed, wiggling like he was trying to push back up. Doc pushed him back down, one hand firm between his wings. His other hand moved to Quackity’s crotch, cupping him, and Doc laughed.

“Yeah, thought so. This gets you off, huh? You know you could have just asked. Didn’t have to just… antagonize me. You’re about as bad as Grian… are birds just pesky in general?”

Quackity didn’t know who that was, but he could agree that avians could be pretty annoying. He nodded, trying to laugh. Doc squeezed his cock through his pants and it turned into a groan. The fabric was tight against him and it hurt, but it made a bolt of heat go to his core nonetheless, insides twisting.

“Maybe if you’re polite, I’ll ungag you,” Doc mused. He gave Quackity a few strokes that made him shake, whining. “You do have a pretty voice. Would be a shame to muffle it the whole time. But I wanna make sure you’ll behave.”

Quackity snorted. Good luck with that. Doc kept palming him through his pants and he squirmed, frustrated and uncomfortable. But it was getting to him, his head was going foggy, he wanted Doc to keep going. He wanted those hands on his bare skin.

Doc let go of him and worked his pants open, then slid his organic hand under the fabric, grasping him firmly. Quackity couldn’t stop himself from rutting into it, it felt so good after rubbing into the stiff fabric.

“Huh, guess it’s only regular ducks that have the spiral penis? Damn, that would have been fun to play with. No matter, though. This works just fine for me.” Doc’s hand moved cleverly around the shaft and Quackity moaned in approval. “Yeah, you like that?” Doc rubbed his finger into the tip and he could have cried out at the harsher sensation, knees trembling. Doc slid his finger up and down. “Not quite as much precum as I’d like yet, hm… hold on.” Doc pulled his hand out and spit into it, and Quackity closed his eyes, letting out a weak cry against the gag when Doc took hold of him again. It was still kinda rough, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to be touched. He fucked clumsily into Doc’s hand, and Doc let him for a while, before laughing softly and letting go of him.

“Desperate little slut, aren’t you? You shouldn’t be managing a casino. You should be in that strip club next door, on the pole. Body like this… you’d make so much money.” Doc slid his hands along Quackity’s waist and then out to his hips, before palming his ass.

Quackity laughed, turning his head to wink at him. He did perform over there sometimes, actually.

“Working the private rooms… taking dick for some extra cash, mm?” Doc purred, unclipping Quackity’s suspenders and letting them drop. He slid his pants and underwear down, exposing him to the room.

Quackity’s face burned and he glanced toward the door on instinct. No one should come in, but he still wondered if his security might decide to check on him. It made him burn hotter, thinking about how easily they could be found like this. He wouldn’t mind too much… he’d let them watch.

Doc pressed his bulge to Quackity’s bare ass and Quackity moaned in anticipation. He felt big. Everything about him seemed to be big. He was ready for it.

Doc leaned over him, running his hands up under his shirt and digging his fingers into his back, stroking firmly down his spine a few times. Then he went higher, to the fluff between Quackity’s shoulders and scratching there. Quackity shivered in pleasure, chirping softly, that sound still audible through the gag.

“Good boy,” Doc praised. “Such a pretty bird.”

Fuck, but Quackity was weak for that sort of talk. He relaxed further onto the counter in response, and Doc definitely picked up on it, rubbing his back for longer. Then he pulled his hands out and massaged into Quackity’s wing shoulders, in a way that showed familiarity with the muscles and where they held tension. His wings slumped as Doc rubbed the arms, then slid his fingers down and underneath, following the flight muscles around to Quackity’s keel bone.

Goddamn, he knew how to touch an avian. Always respectful of the feathers, giving Quackity time to flick his wings to show he didn’t like it… it was so good.

Doc went back to Quackity’s hips, making him raise his ass more, and his thumbs swept under his tail feathers.

“You don’t happen to have lube stashed somewhere around here, do you?” Doc rumbled, voice thick with arousal. He wore it so honestly and Quackity was even more turned on to hear how much Doc wanted him, even with how annoyed he was.

Quackity looked around and stretched out his right wing, tapping its outermost primary feather against a particular drawer. Doc went over to open it and paused at what he saw, then laughed.

“Oh. You entertain entertain in here, huh? Naughty duckling.” Doc pulled out the big bottle of lube and closed the drawer, coming back over. He slicked his fingers up and held Quackity in place against the counter, then pushed two fingers right into him. No warning, no teasing, just pressed them inside.

Quackity tossed his head back with an alarmed honk, wings flapping. It didn’t hurt, but the intrusion was so sudden he couldn’t help it.

“Ssh. You’re alright. Damn, you’re tight though. Has it been a while?” Doc worked his fingers in and out, carefully now. It hardly even stung, but Quackity could tell it was taking him some effort.

Quackity didn’t answer, not wanting to admit it has been some time since someone came by that he was interested in sleeping with. And managing the casino and other businesses on the server kept him busy. He really should hire a new employee, delegate some things out, but… he liked having his own eyes on everything. He wanted to make sure everything was going smoothly. So yeah… he hasn’t had as much time for messing around as he would like.

But this should take care of that for a while. He had a feeling Doc was gonna leave him sore for days. He probably wouldn’t even take a regen after this. He liked being able to still feel someone after they were done with him.

Doc pushed his fingers in deeper and Quackity grit his teeth at the stretch, shifting his arms restlessly. He was starting to feel way too hot, he wished Doc had pulled his shirt off, or at least unbuttoned it. But he would just have to deal with it. The stuffy feeling only made him more frustrated and desperate, it was getting hard to think and he just wanted Doc to fuck him stupid already. There was so much he would be saying if he wasn’t gagged. He probably still could manage some words, but he’d rather just wait until Doc took the gag off. If he took it off. He did say maybe.

Then Doc’s fingers curled into his prostate and Quackity jerked, thoughts scattering. He brought his knees together again, moaning, and Doc chuckled darkly as he used a leg to shove them back apart before rubbing his prostate again. It was a sharp pleasure that went right to his cock, making it twitch helplessly against his belly, and he thrust against the air, desperate for something to grind on. If he moved forward he could push against the counter, it wouldn’t be the most comfortable but it would be something…

But when he tried to shift, Doc dragged his hips back, keeping him right where he wanted him. He pushed a third finger into him, stretching him out even more, and rocked all three in and out. It stung now, and Quackity honked again, tears slipping from his eyes.

“Ssh, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Doc said, voice shockingly gentle compared to the roughness of his fingers. He went all the way to the knuckles with each thrust, and would drag them over Quackity’s sweet spot as he pulled them back, driving him crazy with need. His neglected cock bobbed, dripping pre, and Quackity could only breathe harshly and nod, doing his best to plea for more through the gag.

Doc slid his fingers out and Quackity heard him pull his zipper down. His breathing came more quickly and he tried to lean himself further down onto the counter, raising up onto the tips of his toes so his back was arched more, presenting himself and hoping Doc liked what he saw.

Doc definitely seemed to, judging from the pleased noises he made as he lubed himself up, and Doc’s free hand ruffled through his tail feathers and then smoothed them back out. Then Doc pressed into him. Like with his fingers, he didn’t spend time teasing. He just slid inside, and the heat and thickness of him made Quackity gasp, opening his eyes in shock. He knew he was gonna be big, but it was still more than what he was expecting. He tensed, making a frail noise, and Doc stroked his hip. But he didn’t stop.

Quackity closed his eyes again, trying to control his breathing as Doc pressed deeper. The stretch of it wasn’t quite painful, but it was intense, and he felt like it could hurt if Doc went too fast. But Doc was taking his time, moving his hips in little thrusts, humming as he savored it.

“That all it takes to shut you up, hm?” Doc asked, leaning down over him and kissing his neck. “Get a cock in your ass and you get all obedient. I like that.”

Quackity shook his head and defiantly shifted his hips away from Doc, only for Doc to drag him back and thrust harder. Quackity yelped when Doc started hitting his prostate, making waves of intense sensation roll over him. He trembled against the counter, gasping at each thrust, already feeling a deep ache spread through him. And still there was more of Doc to take, the other filling him so completely, until all he was aware of was the feel of Doc spearing him open. Every time he thought that was surely it, he couldn’t possibly take more, Doc seemed to wiggle his hips and sink a little deeper, blasting his mind further and further into nothingness.

His mouth gaped open, eyes half-open but not really seeing anything, everything pulsing around him as Doc fucked into him. It hurt now, but he was lost in the overwhelming ecstasy of it. There was no room in his head for resisting anymore. He was so hard, and he likely wouldn’t come like this, he hasn’t before, but he felt so close. Each drag across his prostate pushed him higher, making the pleasure sharper and sharper.

He whimpered against the table, pushing himself back into Doc’s thrusts, and he cried out when Doc finally hilted inside, balls slapping up against his ass. It was so much, he’s never been this full before, and he gave a full-body shiver as he took it in.

“Good boy,” Doc whispered in his ear, then gave him a small bite that he immediately soothed over with his tongue. Quackity could only moan, fingers clenching and unclenching, and he gave his wings a small flutter, wanting to acknowledge him in some way. “I really like you like this, honestly. I could lose to you again, if I get to fuck the brattiness out of you later.”

“Pl… plea,” Quackity managed to force out before just succumbing into strained whines as Doc’s hips moved, strong and merciless. Doc held onto his waist with both hands, keeping him moving to the pace, and Quackity started to feel like he was going to choke on the tie. He needed more air. He gasped roughly, leaning his head back, trying to open his mouth wider. Then Doc touched the back of his head, petting his hair gently.

“Easy, easy. You want me to untie it?”

Quackity nodded frantically.

“Yeah? You gonna be good for me?”

“Yea!” Quackity begged, growing lightheaded.

Doc pulled the tie loose. It fell away and Quackity coughed, licking at the corners of his lips and working his jaw a few times. It ached and his teeth felt weird. He checked the diamond ones with his tongue, making sure they hadn’t gotten pulled out of place, but they were fine. His mouth just had an aftertaste of fabric now.

He sucked down some huge breaths, but it felt like they were quickly knocked back out of him as Doc kept going. He dropped his head back down, moaning loudly. His balls were drawn tight, body aching for release, but he just couldn’t quite get there. “D-Doc, fuck, ohh… oh god, m-more, please…”

“Are you close?” Doc asked, one hand on his hip once more, but the other went under the front of Quackity’s shirt, tracing up and down his belly.

“Ahh… I’m so close, just… touch… tocarme, please… Papí,” Quackity pleaded. He was losing his mind with the need to come, he was right there, just needed a little extra push…

“Is this not enough for you? Stuffed full of cock and you need more to get off?”

“H-hey I can’t… can’t help that I can’t get off from just prostate stimulation,” Quackity complained. “Trust me, I’ve tried, it’s… fuck, it’s like I just hit this barrier, I can’t…”

Doc’s pace briefly slowed, but then he pounded into him harder, gripping his cock as he did and pumping firmly. Quackity arched, crying out as he finally hit that peak and tumbled over. His vision went white as he came, covering Doc’s hand and striping his shirt, and Doc pressed hard into his sweet spot, forcing him to keep coming. His body was utterly consumed with it, he was barely aware of anything else but the pleasure pulsing through him with each grind of Doc’s cock inside him.

He only realized he was quacking wildly when Doc’s hand suddenly covered his mouth, cutting him off.

“Haha, easy, patito,” Doc whispered. “Just ride it out… there you go.”

Quackity whimpered, going limp against the counter as Doc’s pace slowed again, becoming more leisurely. Letting him come down slowly from the high. He smelled his release on Doc’s palm and licked at it, and heard an intake of breath behind him. Quackity was floating on such a good afterglow, his body was buzzing, thoughts sluggish. He felt incredible. He was in no rush for it to end and he casually licked Doc’s hand clean, wanting to give him a little something back for making him feel so good.

“Fuck… you might be a brat, but you really are a good boy,” Doc said, petting one of Quackity’s wings tenderly. “That’s it, get between the fingers.” He turned his hand and Quackity slid his tongue between each finger, lapping the rest of the cum off. His whole body was warm, head swimming with arousal.

Doc swore under his breath and buried all the way inside one last time before coming too. He came in several thick spurts, making Quackity moan, his own cock twitching at the lewd feeling of it. He let out a quieter, content quack when everything slowed then, Doc wrapping both arms carefully around him and then holding onto him, breathing deeply against the back of his neck. Quackity just breathed too, eyes shut, soaking in everything. The afterglow. Their scents in the air. The heat of Doc pressed against his back. The contrast between Doc’s hard metal arm and the furry organic one.

They spent several moments like that, then Quackity’s legs shook and he whined, realizing how sore he was.

Doc grunted and pulled out of him, tracing his fingers around his rim, then untying Quackity’s wrists. He set the belt aside on the table and rubbed Quackity’s wrists, which ached as blood rushed back into them. Quackity hissed when Doc lowered his arms back to his sides.

“They’ll be sore,” Doc said quietly. “But it should pass. Take a hot bath if you can.”

“Y-yeah.” Quackity knew the drill. He groaned, rubbing his wrists himself.

Doc stepped back. “Can you stand on your own?”

“Heh, please, mi tigre. It’s not the first time I’ve been fucked over a bar counter.” Quackity fumbled to brace himself on the counter and rest his weight back on his legs. They protested the movement but he was pretty sure he could stand.

Doc snorted and grabbed one of the clean dishrags, wetting it and then cleaning up Quackity's backside. Then he wiped himself off before fixing up his clothes. He dropped the rag into the sink and leaned against the bar, watching Quackity with hooded eyes as he picked up his glass and took a long drink.

Quackity just watched him in return, exhausted, but admiring the handsome man nonetheless. He liked the satisfaction on Doc’s face. He liked seeing how Doc was clearly enjoying how wrecked Quackity was. Doc didn’t say anything to him as he finished off the drink, and when he was done, he set the glass down in the sink.

“Thank you for the drink,” Doc said. “It was delicious.”

“Just like me, hm?” Quackity joked.

“Yes. Just like you.” Doc stepped closer. He tucked some of Quackity’s hair behind his ear and cupped his cheek, leaning in to brush their lips together. “Maybe I’ll see you again, amorcito,” Doc whispered.

Quackity’s heart raced at the thought of being taken by him again. “You’re welcome anytime,” he said with a smile. He thought back to what Doc had said when he first talked to him, then said, “Good luck with your casino, I hope we inspired you.”

“Oh. Don’t worry, I feel very inspired. Have a good night, duckling.” Doc walked away, hips swaying proudly and tail wagging, and Quackity didn’t take his eyes off him until he was out the door.

Quackity broke into tired laughter then, pushing himself up and reaching down to yank his shoes off and then get his pants off the rest of the way. He left them in a pile behind the bar, along with everything else Doc had yanked off him, and limped his way over to the nearest couch. Each step hurt but it was exactly the right kind of hurt. The kind of hurt he would enjoy for days to come. He collapsed onto the couch and stretched out, still chuckling as he reflected on the past several minutes. His plan had gone exceedingly well.

He really should go take a bath like Doc said, but he could feel himself fading out fast and knew he wouldn’t make it. He was just going to stay here and nap until he could move properly again.

“Like I said,” he mumbled to himself, voice rough; even his throat was sore. He smiled at one of the neon signs on the wall. “The house always wins.” And with that, he dropped off into a much-needed sleep.