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[abovefate]

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[abovefate]

[ there's a small whine, and he just rocks into Childe's hand, getting desperate already ]

How — cruel can you be with me.

[childeishly]

Me, cruel, but Scaramouche… you’re the one that’s keeping secrets. [ kisses him roughly. ] I’ll make it worth the wait, promise. [ fixes his clothes and then takes him back into his arms. ] Now let’s go. I’m eager to show you the surprise… though I should really keep it a secret forever, since that seems to be the trend.

[abovefate]

Why should I tell you — when you're being so mean to me. Aaah ... it feels so nice in your arms.

[childeishly]

I’m not being mean. This is a fitting punishment, Scaramouche. [ noses the side of his head, nipping at his ear. ] I love seeing you squirm, and it’s even more satisfying with you here in my arms.

[abovefate]

[ it's a good thing that he loves it, because he's going to squirm just a bit more. He lets out a shaky breath, clinging onto him ]

I'm still not going to tell you.

[childeishly]

You know that the more you say you don't want to tell me the more I can probably accurately guess what you said.

[abovefate]

Well I didn't say anything so you're already wrong. Hah. Overconfident brat.

[childeishly]

tch, Whatever. I bet you're worrying for no damn reason.

[abovefate]

I'm not worrying.

[ he's saying it in a petulant tone, and then he's leaning in to kiss his neck, licking at it and then biting ]

What do you think I said?

[childeishly]

Nothing. It doesn't matter, right? [ climbs into the carriage with him and sets him to his right, squishing him against the window. ] No need to talk about it.

[abovefate]

If you make a scene in here, everyone will know you like me—

[childeishly]

I'm not making a scene. I don't even know what you're talking about.

You're so drunk. [ smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirks. ]

[abovefate]

I'm sober.

[ he's going to try to pull him closer - which is easy, since he's already being squished against the window ]

I wand to sleep with you...

[childeishly]

No, you’re the drunkest I have ever seen you, Scara. [ he presses into him more firmly, smirk widening, though he’s trying to hide it. ]

Of course you do. [ shifts forward, so he can move his tails into scara’s lap… his hand finding his thigh and discretely rubbing him through his pants. ] Better keep it down though, or one of your unitmates may just hear.

[abovefate]

[ that's cheating. He's too drunk to really protest and point out his unitmates are smart enough to figure it out anyway, so instead he bites on his lip, trying to keep quiet ]

Fuck.

[childeishly]

[ childe stifles a laugh and stops. he's really just interested in teasing him. ] Not much longer, Scara.

[abovefate]

I want to go home already.

[ he's going to reach for him, immediately trying to go for his pants ]