abovefate | Continuations

[ 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. ]

[ childe should be careful, and he should stop him. But he doesn't, because he likes feeling like this. Helpless and completely under Childe's control. He feels light-headed, mouth hanging open as he presses his finger into his tongue and lets out another sharp cry, gripping his bedsheet as hard as he can ]

Nng ...

[ childe keeps scaramouche firmly smushed into the bed until his knot shrinks and he's able to pull out, though he's quick to plug his asshole with a couple of fingers, so he doesn't spill all that cum. he chuckles, looking around for their eggs, so he can use one of those instead, since he's not going to sit here the entire night keeping him stuffed. ] Hope you had fun, Kuniku. [ he slaps his ass once he lodges the egg inside him, drawing the symbol on his other cheek with a smirk. ] Get some rest. [ and he stumbles out of the bed to try to get dressed. ]

[ there's a while as he feels him pull out, but he decides against complaining since he's being filled immediately after. He doesn't expect him to reach for the eggs and use one to plug him, but it's the words after that get to him the most.

He's leaving? He immediately reaches for his arm, trying to stop him ]

You can't leave me like this.

[ he’s stopped as soon as his arm is grabbed and he forces another burst of pheromones out, eying Scaramouche as he tries to shake him free. ] And why’s that, …maybe I’m not finished with you yet.

[ Fuck. If the pheromones were supposed to deter him from being needy they of course have the opposite effect, and he tightens his grip, lets out a needy moan as he tries to pull him as close as possible ]

You're not — you can't be done with me yet, I want so much more. I can take your eggs and cum and knot, I can take everything. So fuck me again.

[ childe thought he might be able to settle him down, but... oops. he made a miscalculation and made it worse. he lets himself be tugged closer, his other hand coming to grab scara's face, so he can give him a kiss. ] I'm not done with you. I said I'll be back. [ but he's finding it hard to want to leave with how desperate he is. ] ...one more fuck, and then I want you to rest, alright?

[ he kisses him hard, trying to press against him, already hard again as he gets more and more desperate ]

Yes, yes, I’ll do anything you want me to, just fill me up!

[ childe pulls scaramouche into his lap as he takes a seat back on the bed. it's not like he managed to get all of his clothes on, so he immediately just starts rutting up against him; dick sliding along the cleft of his ass. ] Are you sure you can take more?

Of course I can.

[ he says it immediately, his hands going to Childe's shoulders as he rocks back against him, using his hold as leverage ]

I can take your cock and as many eggs as you want me to. I'm going to be a good little cum slut for you, taking everything and not wasting any single drop ♥

[ this is going to be the death of him. this, right here, is how he dies. ] ...I have no choice then. [ he kisses scaramouche, reaching around and grabbing his ass to spread him apart as he continues to rock against him. ] I want to fill you with my eggs first... then I'll fuck you again while you're full. We'll start with six... and you've already got one... [ he nips at his lower lip, scooping scaramouche into his arms and moving him to lay back on the bed. ] Wait here. Let me grab them.

[ if he didn't trust him to come back he probably would have forced him to stay right there. But he does, so once he puts him on the bed he'll shift position, getting on his knees and elbows, ass up in the air and glancing back at Childe for a few times.

It's only when he's certain he's looking his way that he'll reach back to himself, hand on his ass and pulling at his cheek a little, spreading himself for him ]

Let me show you how much I love you and your cock, Tartaglia.

[ scara plz. ]

[ childe stares, his own dick twitching back to full hardness as cum beads on the tip. he looks from scara's stretched ass to his eyes, giving him a sharp smile. ] How do you intend to show me that? [ he sets a knee on the bed, setting his hand overtop scara's and holding it there as he takes an egg with the other and presses it against his hole. ] I want to hear what you'd like me to do. What you'd like to do.

What does my little slut want?

[ he lets out an entirely too shameless moan as Childe pushes another egg inside of him, licking his lips at the question, very clearly wanting Childe to see that, too. ]

I'll do anything you want me to.

I'll beg for your cock and I'll even let you keep it inside me while you sleep.

And if you wanted me to go out like this, naked and full of your eggs and cum for all to see, I'd do that. I'll let everyone know I'm your slut.

[ he stares at his lips and moves over him, reaching for his head, so he can yank it back and drag him into a kiss. ] As appealing as that sounds on paper I don't want anybody to have the opportunity to see you like this. It's mine. It's all mine. Only I can see you hot, bothered, and full of my cum and my eggs. No one else is allowed. [ and he'll gouge their eyes out if they see. ]

I want to bury myself back inside you. [ and he's losing his patience, so he's not going to bother with anymore of the eggs. two will have to do. childe aligns himself with his hole and thrusts his way back in, wrapping his arms around scara and pulling him back onto him. ] This is mine. I don't want to share it.

[ Having Childe fuck him in front of everyone to show he's his would be delightful but this, too, is pretty nice. Being called his, saying he doesn't want to share him, he's loving every moment of it.

He cries out his name as he feels his cock entering him again, and it's weird even with just two eggs inside, but he loves being full of him like this. He moves his hips with him, eager to fuck himself on his cock ]

That's right, I'm yours — yours alone. No one else can have me like this.

Kuniku, you're so tight, you're still so tight. [ he rocks into him, feeling the eggs displacing with each and every thrust. they apply the strangest pressure to his dick as he drives into him, but he can't say he hates it. ] And we're staying like this. We'll lay together until you fall asleep. I want my dick buried in you the entire time. [ he drops a hand to scara's neglected dick and starts jerking him off. ] You're so beautiful, Kuniku, especially fucked out like this.

[ Whatever answer he had dies in his throat as he feels Childe's hand on his cock. He feels like he's going crazy, pleasure driving him wild and the pheromones making everything worse. He lets out another sharp cry, feeling himself close and throwing his head back a little, panting for him ]

Bite me — drink from me. I want to come as you drink my blood.

[ childe is having a hard time saying no to scaramouche, and he's not sure if that's the spiked liquor, his pheromones, or scaramouche himself. it doesn't really matter in the end, because he does as he's ask and sinks his fangs back into to drink from him. this is bad, since he already drank more than he probably should, but he tastes so good and he almost feels like he's getting high off the taste. he groans into his neck, thrusting harder, bringing himself all the more closer to another climax. ]

[ he's going to regret it later, probably. This is definitely too much blood he's letting him drink but hey, they don't die permanently here, right? If he did die for real, it'd be well worth the orgasm that takes him over right now - so mindblowingly intense he thinks he really will pass out.

And he does buckle forward, losing his balance as he just sinks onto the bed, catching his breath as his body twitches and his hole clenches on Childe's cock ]

Tartaglia—

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