abovefate | Continuations

Please fuck my mouth, Kuniku.

Ah, what a good boy.

[ he pets his hair gently, smiling at him ]

Of course I will. Take what you want. You should be able to do that, no?

You can take your pants off for me, right? Strip for me.

You're not the one calling the shots here, pretty boy. If you want me to fuck your mouth, then you'll do as I say.

So open my pant up and take my cock between those nice lips of yours.

[ if he could think straight he'd have come back at him saying... something! but he's still really horny. stupid cosmo, touching his fucken tattoo... TWICE. childe starts at scaramouche's crotch and then looks up at him through his bangs, making another huffy noise before he tugs his pants open and buries his face right into him. ]

[ he lets out a soft sight at that, stroking his hair again and smirking, so pleased with Childe doing as he asks ]

Just like that, aah ... You want me to come in your mouth, don't you?

[ and because he can't help it in the state he's in he'll start oozing out pheromones, their potency all of the fucken place. ] I do. I want to taste you, all of you, so... please... [ takes his cock in hand and strokes him languidly, closing his mouth around him to start to sucking. ]

[ ah, fuck. It's not the first time Childe uses pheromones when with him but even so, it hits him like a ton of bricks. He grabs on his head the moment he closes his mouth around him, rocking into his mouth with no care for him, his grip on his hair tightening as he fucks him earnestly, keeping his eyes on him all throughout that ]

[ childe groans around him as his head is taken, eyes becoming lidded as he looks up at scaramouche in between each of his thrusts. he paws at his legs, bracing himself against him as he relaxes his throat, making it easier for him to drive his dick deeper. if he could help it he might stop releasing them there. getting scaramouche hot under the collar is one of his favorite things, but it continues to happen - the air growing heavier and thicker with an almost insatiable lust. ]

[ he likes this, likes how he stops thinking about anything but how good it all feels when he's taken over by the pheromones, how he wants to do nothing but please Childe, give him everything he wants and take everything from him at the same time.

He keeps rocking his hips, hand rough on him and eyes on him the entire time, not leaving him for a second ]

So beautiful with your lips around my cock. Aah ... Your throat feels so good, Tartaglia.

[ he can't reply properly, since his mouth is unbelievably full, but he moans from around him, picking up the pace and helping scaramouche to fuck his mouth as deep as he can; his balls hitting his chin with each and every thrust. he slides one of his hands to his ass, spreading his cheeks, so he can finger his hole. his own head is getting even more lust addled, and he can think of nothing but burying himself in scaramouche. ]

[ ah, fuck. There's a shameless moan at that, body tensing up and it's clear he's going to come soon. He doesn't want any of this to stop, but he wants more, wants Childe to fuck him so hard he forgets his own name. He grabs on his hair again, pulling him off his cock now, and finishing right on his face, letting himself enjoy the sight ]

You're not - satisfied with just that now, are you?

[ childe grunts, head forced backward at the hair pulling... a laugh bubbling up and out as scaramouche cums on his face. he lips his lips, bringing a hand to smear the rest toward his mouth. ] I want to bury my dick inside you and fuck you until you can't think, can't move, and are no more than my cum dumpster.

[ Well that's good, because it's exactly what he wants too. He moves so he can push Childe down to the ground, not giving a shit about whether it's a sudden move or not, and immediately he's fumbling to take off all of his clothes, and then move onto Childe's ]

Good — that's good, I want to be filled with so much of your cum I won't be able to walk.

[ oof. big oof. the room spins and he brings a hand to his face to cover it and see if he can't get it to stop. ] ...good. [ he lets scara paw at his clothes for a minute or so, but then he's throwing him off and shoving him down, tearing at his own clothing with his nails turned claws. ] I'm going to make you my slutty little bitch. [ the pheromones keep coming in waves, childe's entire body feeling like it's on fire as he ruts shamelessly at scara's ass. ]

[ He whines as he feels him rut against his ass, rolling his hips toward him because he wants him so badly, wants to be his slutty little bitch just like he's saying ]

Fuck me—

[ normally he'd try to make it sound like an order, something he's demanding, but now it sounds more like begging and he doesn't care to adjust his tone ]

Please, please, I want your cock.

[ childe sits back and spreads scaramouche's cheeks, leaning in to lick at ( and slick ) his asshole. ] ...here, Kuniku, it's all yours. [ he removes the rest of his clothing and grabs his hips, aligning himself and then snaps his hips forward, using what little spit he bothered to apply to drive deep into him. ] Tell me how much you love my dick you cock slut. How you can't live without it, and how much you'd love to just ride it all day and all night.

[ Maybe it's the pheromones, or maybe it's the dirty talk, but he's loving every second of it and he's not bothering to keep quiet as he feels Childe's tongue against his hole, or even when he's finally pushing inside of him. He moans, cries out Childe's name as he arches his back for him, trying to drive himself back onto his cock with each thrust ]

I love it — I love it so much, I can't stand the thought of you leaving me on my own! I want you — I want you to fuck me every day, every night, I want you to be buried in me and mark me as yours. Fill me up — I won't need to be anything but your cocksleeve.

[ he sets a hand to the back of scaramouche’s head to shoves him straight into the bed, throwing his weight around and leaning forward to pin him in place as he fucks him. he could cum from hearing him talk like this alone, and he swears he nearly does, but he manages to keep control, instead focusing on changing the shape of his dick so he can instantly knot him. ] I’m going to cum in you over and over and over again, Kuniku, until you’re nearly bursting with my seed. It’s all you’ll ever want, ever need, … [ he bares his fangs and growls, eyes swirling with a mix of blue and purple as he does finally come, but that doesn’t slow him in the slightest. he keeps on fucking him, his other hand tracing his riptide mark on scara’s back. ] Listen to you, so desperate for more of my dick. You look so good like this… [ his hand dips, slipping under him to trace that same symbol on his stomach. ]

[ Unsurprisingly, he comes the moment he feels Childe's knot, letting out another sharp cry and tightening around his cock. He grabs on the bedsheet and grips tightly, trying to hold onto something as he starts getting overcome by the waves of pleasure. It feels even better with how Childe has him pinned down, and the moment he marks him with the riptide he feels like he could come again even though he literally just did ]

That's right — that's right, it's not enough, I want more of you. Please, please fuck me more.

[ childe is going to scratch his mark all over scaramouche. he'll even add some of his delusion riptide mark for good measure. now there won't ever be a question about who he belongs to. his thoughts trail to pentium briefly... and he grits his teeth and hisses out a growl, snapping his hips and driving just a little bit deeper. ] You sound so good like this, Scaramouche. [ he brings a hand to scaramouche's hips, tugging him back onto his dick with each thrust he makes, the other hand trailing toward his mouth, which he immediately stuffs full of fingers. ] I wish I could fuck you here too. I'd fill you so good.

[ he should detest being marked, but he loves every second of that, all the more so once he realizes what he's drawing on him. He lets out a sharp cry as he feels him driving deeper inside of him, and he squeezes him tight, glancing back at him as much as he's able as he begins to suck on his fingers, eager and needy, as if it really is his cock he's sucking on ]

Mm--!

[ his shoves his fingers in deep, enjoying the feel of Scaramouche’s mouth around them. if only he had his vision, then he could really fill him up. perhaps he’ll pitch that as a dream share idea sometime. he’s sure his little cockslut would like that. ]

[ he leans down to dot a few kisses on the back of his neck, angling his head to the side to sink his fangs in so he can drink from him. the moment he tastes blood he comes again, filling him with even more cum as his hips jerk frantically as he rides it out. ]

Good, so good, …

[ he moans around his fingers, coming hard as soon as he bites him, body shaking and hole twitching and clenching around him as he does. It's amazing and he wants to feel more of it, likes just how much he doesn't care about anything but being fucked right now and it shows. Both in the way he moans around his fingers, and how he moves on his cock, still, even after he just came ]

[ a part of him knows that he should be careful about how much he drinks, but at the moment he doesn’t seem to care, so Scaramouche may also start to feel light headed. he presses his fingers into his tongue, trying to make his mark there too, as he sets a much slower pace, since he’s growing more tired. still, the way Scara is acting and how his body is going along with it he’s likely to cum for a third time. ]

Your hole was made for me, Scara, [ hisses into his ear, the hand on his hip moving to stroke his dick, smearing the cum at the head up and down the length. ]

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