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The fancy rich people parties that Quackity brings Techno to are often a drag to get through. The booze, the small talk, the eyes on him. Techno doesn’t enjoy any of it. They're only bearable somewhat because Quackity is an insanely jealous person, which is something he can use to ease the boredom.
Techno dresses up nicely for these events, braiding his long pink hair and wearing a casual suit that is a bit too tight around certain areas. That’s part of the reason Quackity brings him along, isn’t it? So he can brag wordlessly simply by having Techno with him, and watch others turn green with envy. For the money he is paid, the things that are expected of Techno are easy enough. All he has to do is hang off Quackity’s arm and look bored by all the insufferable pricks trying to impress him. And not react when Quackity puts a hand on his ass, smiling all innocent at men twice their age who hate that Quackity gets to mingle among them simply because his parents are wealthy.
But just because Techno is rewarded handsomely for his attendance, that doesn’t mean he can’t have some fun of his own. He enjoys the way Quackity’s eyes narrow when he leans a bit closer to the slick governor trying to butter him up.
“Hm, is that why the library is built on East Street rather than near the shopping district?” Techno asks the politician, feigning interest. “Easier to reach with public transit. Can’t have the city lose out on all those funds.”
“Exactly!” The man lets out a boisterous laugh, badly pretending that Techno’s comment is more amusing than it truly is. All to have an excuse so he can reach out and squeeze Techno’s shoulder. Techno feels Quackity’s arm tense around his waist.
“More champagne?” A server asks in passing, holding a silver tray among the group. Techno shakes his head, but the governor gets overzealous and grabs two glasses.
“I insist,” he says, holding one out toward Techno for him to take. “This is Veuve Clicquot from 1983, a good year for the pronounced flavors of cinnamon and peaches. You’ll enjoy it, trust me.” The man even throws in a wink.
Techno can feel Quackity staring at him, almost glaring with a heat that is unlike him. Another person might mistake it for anger. Techno knows it’s not that. It’s something far more enticing.
With a little grin, he takes the glass. “You’re too kind, sir,” he says softly, knowing it will make Quackity’s blood boil as Techno purposefully allows his fingers to brush the governor’s own in receiving the crystal glass.
While the chit chat continues for a few minutes and other people pick up on the conversation, Techno takes a sip of the champagne. He feels a small tug on his sleeve, which prompts him to lean over so Quackity can whisper harshly into his ear.
“Don’t push me, sweetheart.”
Techno smiles around the rim of the glass. “Whatever could you mean?” He feels Quackity’s fingers curl around his side more.
“You know exactly what I mean,” Quackity answers before leaning back away again.
Techno doesn’t feel guilty because Quackity should have known exactly what he was in for when they struck their deal. Techno needed the money quite badly, and Quackity wanted somebody who was both a good fuck and gorgeous enough to piss other people off. Their relationship is mutually beneficial. Usually, Quackity quite likes it when others show interest in Techno. It probably strokes his ego.
But there’s a fine line somewhere between pride and jealousy. And it just so happens that Techno enjoys nudging against that line sometimes.
He shrugs innocently at Quackity’s reproach, sliding the collar of his shirt down an inch or two with the gesture. Enough to show more pale skin. “I’m only doing what you pay me for, right?”
“Keep going and see how that works out for you,” Quackity hisses back.
A sly grin curls around Techno’s lips, very aware he’s playing with fire. A little excitement never hurt anyone though, did it? And it makes the hours go by that much faster.
They stay for a little while longer. Quackity gets back into the groove of chatting up people. Techno isn’t the most social person, so he’s always secretly a bit impressed seeing the other man talk circles around others with practiced ease. Quackity has a silver tongue and knows how to use that to his advantage. He practically oozes charisma, which Techno has to admit is attractive. That’s how Quackity manages to be so abrasive while never antagonizing too much. It’s a skill that serves him well in his particular branch of business.
“It’s getting late,” Quackity says suddenly, gripping Techno’s wrist lightly. A non-verbal signal that it’s time to leave. The feel of a thumb pushing down on his pulse tells Techno his earlier behavior hasn’t been forgotten and his heart beats quicker with excitement.
“Yes sir,” Techno deadpans. A jest, but Quackity throws him a glance. Heh.
They head towards the exit, only for the governor who spoke to them earlier to stop them by the door. Techno smirks, having a fair guess about what’s coming. Especially as the politician’s eyes seem stuck on him more than the one actually invited to this dull affair. “Leaving so soon?” the man asks, speech a little slurred from the alcohol.
“It’s been grand ,” Quackity says, drawing the word out with amusement. “But I'm afraid I need to be up bright and early tomorrow. Some of us have work to do.”
Techno keeps his face blank, not laughing at the joke despite it being objectively funny. A dislike for government is shared between them, though for very different reasons.
“I see,” the governor says with mock disappointment. “Such a pity. Your friend too?”
“You could say that,” Quackity replies with an icy politeness. His hand on Techno's wrist tightens ever so slightly again.
“You’re a student, yes?” the man ignores Quackity’s response in favor of addressing Techno directly. “It’s Saturday tomorrow. You can wind down, relax a little. We’ll make it worth your while.”
“Will you?” Techno asks, raising an eyebrow. It’s not exactly a secret what Techno’s job is, but the governor must have mistaken the exclusive nature of his relationship with Quackity. Which is interesting, and very enjoyable for Techno when he sees how it makes Quackity’s expression darken further.
“We’ll pay you more than he ever can,” the governor says, eyeing up Techno’s body in a way that leaves little to the imagination.
“Now, now,” Quackity cuts in smoothly. His grin is pleasant enough, but there is a sharpness hidden beneath. It reminds Techno of a shark. “Let’s not get greedy here. He may be a lot of things, but he’s not for sale.” The smile transitions seamlessly into a scowl of light disgust. “Besides, even if he was, he still has standards. Not everything in life can be bought, governor. This isn’t an election.”
This time Techno does chuckle, seeing it light up Quackity’s eyes. The governor, by comparison, looks red in the face. Quackity puts a hand on his lower back and leads him outside, where the car is already waiting. Maybe Quackity texted ahead for the driver to come pick them up.
He opens the door of the limo so Techno can get in first, allowing the man to slide into the plush leather seat ahead of him. Quackity gets in after, closing the door. The window between the backseat and the driver is shut, but it seems the chauffeur knows where to go since the car takes off without further instructions.
Techno settles in comfortably, ignoring Quackity’s heated stare on him. He knows the other shoe is about to drop for his provocation at the party. Techno ignores it a few minutes longer, looking out the window as the city lights pass them by and resting his legs on the opposite seat facing him.
Then Quackity finally breaks the silence, his voice low and annoyed. “What the hell was that back there?”
“What?” Techno asks vaguely. He leans his arm against the car door and rests his cheek in his palm, smiling. “I was just having a little fun.”
Quackity honest to god seethes. “I will kill him for laying his hands on you.”
“A high profile assassination?” Techno asks. “Just for me? You know how to make a guy feel special.”
All those men scraping by to be part of the elite, looking down on Quackity because they think he inherited his wealth. Little do they know exactly where Quackity’s family got that money from. And how hard Quackity works to maintain it.
You’re not born into the mob without learning a few tricks along the way. Getting a governor killed is probably easy.
“I’d burn the entire city down if it was for you,” Quackity says gruffly, voice not betraying a hint of irony. “You know I don’t like other people touching what’s mine.” Techno turns his face fully away, blushing. Maybe it is all fun and games for him, trying to rile Quackity up for the heck of it. But at the end of the day, he’s not unaware that their relationship has shifted.
When this all started, Techno was truly only in it for the money. Quackity was only in it for the services Techno would offer, sex and a pretty piece of eye candy to show off. That shouldn’t have changed.
When did he start to like the fact that Quackity owns him in every way that matters?
“Come here,” Quackity commands, stern. Not playing around anymore.
Techno complies, shifting across the backseat until he’s closer to Quackity, allowing the other man to place a hand on his chin and turn his face towards him.
“You're so goddamn difficult to deal with,” Quackity mutters, more fond than irritated. “You're lucky that you're so pretty and that I don’t mind it when you're being a pain in my ass so goddamn much.”
“Isn’t that exactly why you like me?” Techno teases. But Quackity doesn’t pick up on the bait, letting go of him.
“You let that guy get all over you on purpose. Why?” His dark eyes narrow. “Is it because you want a reminder of who you belong to?”
Techno exhales, shifting his eyes away. One thing Quackity can do is read people thoroughly. Techno should have guessed his behavior would connect some dots.
“You’re quiet now, huh? Where has that sass of yours gone, cariño ?” Quackity asks smugly, hand settling on Techno’s thigh.
Techno laughs. “Do you want me to shut up and behave or not? Make up your mind, you’re sending mixed signals.”
“Oh, I prefer you when you're talking back,” Quackity replies quickly, rubbing his leg up and down. “You know what else I prefer? When you're on your knees."
“That’s going to be a bit difficult in the car,” Techno says. He leans closer, so their lips are almost touching. “Maybe when we get home, you can show me how to be a good boy.”
Quackity crashes their lips together, then puts his hands on Techno’s hips and starts to pull him into his lap eagerly. “Hm, don’t think I wanna wait that long,” he says after they break apart. His hands run up Techno’s back under his shirt, pulling him closer. The car is about big enough for the position to work when Techno straddles him, chest to chest.
Techno smiles. He won’t even pretend this isn’t the exact outcome he was angling for. Quackity probably knows, and doesn’t care. Not in a way that matters. He’s having just as much fun as Techno is.
His braid is grabbed, and Quackity yanks his face down for another kiss, before mouthing gently at the side of Techno’s throat. Their bodies rut into each other, so close already that they don’t need much friction. It should be embarrassing, the way they’re humping like horny teenagers in a car’s backseat. Definitely not Techno’s idea of luxury sex.
But then Quackity’s hand slips under the hem of his pants instead and Techno doesn’t give a shit anymore.
Quackity’s fingers are warm and firm against his ass, kneading the flesh almost absentmindedly while he’s still busy leaving marks along Techno’s collarbone. Staking his claim with each hickey. Techno can imagine him doing that before the party next time, to make sure no more presumptions are made.
“You’re such a slut,” Quackity laughs when the angle of his grinding presses their clothed dicks together and Techno moans. “But you’re my slut. Remember that.”
“I know,” Techno breathes.
Quackity smirks against his skin. The little buttons on the front of his shirt are a pain so Techno rips the fabric open instead. That shirt probably cost the same as his rent, Quackity only wears expensive name brands. But if Quackity wants reimbursement he can withhold it from Techno’s allowance or something. All that matters right now is the heat building between them. With his tongue, Techno traces a scar that runs down Quackity’s shoulder over his collarbone, down sensitive skin, while rolling his hips.
“Fuck,” Quackity groans, pushing Techno’s head down further, meeting every thrust. “Keep going.”
Techno smiles but obeys, lapping softly at Quackity’s nipple. The man arches into his mouth, panting. His hand grips Techno’s ass firmer. Techno wiggles it a bit, wordlessly asking for more. How long is the drive even supposed to last? Or did Quackity plan for this also?
“Ah,” Quackity gasps when Techno bites him, not fully but enough to sting. Fingers tighten minutely in his hair. “Get out of those fucking clothes.”
Laughing, Techno concedes to the demand, not resisting when Quackity’s hands push his jacket off his shoulders. It takes some squirming, but he manages to shrug the shirt off too, and then his dress pants. Techno forgot he put on lace underwear, but is reminded when one of Quackity's fingers hooks around the string. He pulls it taut and then lets it snap back with a chuckle.
“So definitely on purpose, hm?” he says.
“Maybe,” Techno admits.
“Looks good on you.” Quackity rubs along the front, where the meager fabric is making a valiant attempt to keep Techno’s hardened cock from springing free.
“I look good in everything,” Techno says, not entirely serious. But Quackity just smiles.
“Yeah, you do.” He pulls Techno in for another kiss before leaning back a bit. “It’s why I chose you.”
“Shallow,” Techno accuses, hand roaming down the other man’s chest again, grinding on him.
“I enjoy everything about you,” Quackity assures him. “But you’re so fucking gorgeous it’s almost unfair.”
Techno huffs, feeling his face heat up. He’s not an insecure person at all, yet something about the sincerity with which Quackity compliments him feels different. Quacikty looks at him as if he’s the finest piece of art, something to be admired and treasured.
Picking up on his shyness, Quackity just grins wider, unable to not push a little more. He grabs Techno’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet.
“It’s like you were made to be worshipped,” he says, other hand tracing down Techno’s naked back, a soft touch that gets firmer the further it slides towards his hip. “Like you were made to fit in somebody’s lap. But it better be mine.”
“That’s quite presumptuous,” Techno breathes out, getting more high-pitched near the end when Quackity’s fingers press against his entrance.
“No, it’s just that I’m the only one who knows what you need,” Quackity says, “Isn’t that right, cariño ?”
His fingers push inside, the lack of lube making it more painful than anything. But Quackity is right. He knows Techno too well. Because Techno grunts, hiding his face in the crook of Quackity’s shoulder while he mouths at the skin, squirming on those two fingers sliding deeper into him.
“Do you think the governor would do this for you?” Quackity asks. “He doesn’t know you like to cum first, he’d just shove his dick in you and call it a day.”
“Don’t talk about him,” Techno complains. “You’re going to kill the m- Ah!” What Techno is trying to say cuts off into a sharp gasp when Quackity starts thrusting, fucking him slowly with his fingers.
“You deserve better than him. Than any of them.”
Slightly, Techno shakes his head, tugging at the fabric still clinging to Quackity’s arms. He’s not really disagreeing, just embarrassed at the way Quackity is talking. The other man doesn’t seem to mind, working him open slowly, knowing exactly what spots to hit to reduce Techno to a moaning mess. He rubs himself against the bulge of Quackity’s groin.
“Besides, I don’t want any of those bastards to see how pretty you are like this, cariño .”
“Quackity,” he says breathlessly, hips twitching down as if asking for more. When Quackity adds a third finger, he whines. “Ah, please.” Techno isn’t usually desperate enough for begging, but he can’t stand this. Not when Quackity keeps using those words.
“Yeah, I know.” Quackity kisses him hard, tongue delving deeply into Techno’s mouth at the same time his fingers pick up the pace. He’s meeting Techno with every roll of his hips, the heat building. “It’s okay, darling. I know what you need.” He angles his fingers just right to stroke against Techno’s prostate on each thrust, having the other man practically bouncing on his hand at this point.
Techno feels that tension building inside him about to snap, rutting into Quackity’s groin with no shame left anymore. He throws his head back when his orgasm hits, moaning loudly. Quackity puts his arm around Techno’s shoulders, pulling him down in his lap, fingers continuing to work inside him.
“Good boy,” he mutters into Techno’s ear. “There you go.” A few more strokes, then he pulls his fingers out. “Fuck, you made a mess.”
“This was your idea,” Techno responds halfheartedly, forehead resting on Quackity’s shoulder. His knees hurt, and he needs a moment to recover. But Quackity isn’t prone to giving him one.
And that’s shown when a moment later Quackity is already pushing him to turn around. He frees himself from his pants, using one hand to spread Techno’s buttcheeks apart. Techno knows what’s expected of him.
He sinks down onto Quackity’s dick easily, groaning as he settles back into the other man’s lap.
Quackity moans, arms coming around to hold his thighs open, making certain Techno will take him all. “Yeah, just like that… perfect.”
Techno huffs a laugh. He leans forward a bit, so he can use the headrest of the opposite seat for balance. “You’re right. I don’t think the governor would do something like this.” breaking his own rule but whatever.
“Well, that’s his loss, isn’t it?” Quackity asks with a deep chuckle. He slaps Techno’s ass. “Get to work, slut.”
Techno pushes up, aided in the lift by Quackity sliding his hands to grip under his thighs instead, then slides down again. He closes his eyes, the feeling of Quackity’s cock rubbing against his sensitive insides making him squirm. He exhales, but before he can catch his breath Quackity is already lifting him again.
“Don’t make me wait for it,” Quackity hisses, kissing the back of his neck between the words, which makes Techno shudder. “You’ve already tested my patience enough tonight.”
Techno nods, raising himself up again. When he sinks down this time, he rolls his hips. And Quackity moans as if Techno just hit the jackpot. With a smirk, Techno starts riding him just like that in earnest.
The limo is filled with the sound of their fucking, the soft grunts and Techno’s ass slapping against Quackity’s thighs. A hand curls around Techno’s dick, stroking him hard and fast, because Quackity is enough of a jackass to want Techno to finish before him a second time.
“Just like that,” Quackity says hoarsely at the feeling of Techno tightening around him in response to the touch. “So perfect for me, cariño .”
Techno bites his lip, the praise sending another rush of heat through him. He clenches around Quackity, knowing how it drives the other man wild. Quacktiy thrust up into him harder.
“I’m gonna-” Techno tries to warn, but Quackity beats him to it by stroking him more firmly, wanting to push him over that edge. Techno spills into that hand, allowing Quackity to do most of the work as he finishes inside Techno a moment later with a few more shallow thrusts.
Then Techno collapses against him, panting. Quackity embraces him and kisses his shoulder.
“Has the driver just been going in circles for an hour?” Techno asks weakly, tipping his head back so his long hair spills across Quackity’s chest, mostly coming undone from the braid thanks to their activities.
“I told them to take a generous detour,” Quackity says. “It’ll be a while before we’re home.”
Techno laughs, going to lift himself up from Quackity’s lap. But those arms wind around him tighter, pulling him down again and making him whine when it only serves to press Quackity’s softened cock deeper inside him. He’s too sensitive after all that.
“Who said you could move?” Quackity asks, voice back to its sharpness from before.
“Seriously?” Techno asks, walls twitching around the length inside him. If Quackity is going to make him cockwarm all the way home, he’s going to be way too overstimulated by the time they arrive.
But that’s exactly the plan, isn’t it?
“I still want you on your knees when we get home, cariño ,” Quackity purrs. “So you’re staying right where you are.” With his hand, he rubs lightly along the inside of Techno’s thigh, smirking when it makes him tremble.
Yeah, this is going to be a long drive.