“ But I know you’d look pretty, you always do, “ came the purr from Quackity’s throat, nestling his face in Wilbur’s neck. “ Y’can’t argue with me there. “
“ Oh, you’re capable of that? “ Teasing, another squeeze to his waist. Leaning up, Quackity places a soft kiss to his jaw and murmured his next words to the skin there, “ You’re pretty when you blush. “
“ Hmmm, “ a small hum, eyes trailing over his taller companion. An arm loops around his waist ; holding his lover to his side with a reassuring squeeze. He had Wilbur. Wilbur was here. “ I’m enjoying the view plenty. “
“ Uh huh, “ Quackity retorts dryly, slipping his hand into the others. He doesn’t move from where he stands — rooting them both back a bit, to more solid ground. “ And what are you doing? “
“ Mi hombre guapo, te quiero mucho, “ Quackity hummed, warm breath fanning across skin as he allows the kisses to grace more of Schlatt, previously hidden from him. What a treat.
“ Looks good on you, “ Q purrs, shifting carefully underneath the grip on his waist. It’s comforting — the touch he hadn’t had in so long enough for him to melt into.