suppose I kept on singing love songs || a fic by @marrow-and-bone and @ollie-oxen-free for @mcytblraufest
He’d joked to Karl, back then, that he felt like a pet as much as a boyfriend— like an expensive teacup dog you carried around in a handbag, a well-behaved little creature that you taught about whiskey distilleries and then fucked until he cried.
And he’d liked it, too. After all, he had it made, right? All his problems taken care of by a man who adored him, a sexy older guy with a nice big dick that worked and a mouth he knew how to use.
When Schlatt first involved himself in arrangements for Quackity’s surgery, it had twinged a little bit sure, but mostly it had felt benignly inevitable. Schlatt demanded only the best for himself, and wasn’t that a good thing?
The truth of it is, Quackity was never going to say “no.” The truth is, he never considered it.
(or)
Schlatt buys Quackity a fancy new dick. Schlatt’s not the only man Quackity wants to enjoy it with.
