[ childe takes a slightly different position and the charges forward, evading to the side at the last second to try to strike Scaramouche from a different and potentially unexpected angle. ]
[ He knows he's actually not as good as Childe is with a sword - his specialty is magic, after all. But he's observant, and his reflexes can carry him far enough - so even if he didn't see that coming, he manages to parry, trying for a counterattack immediately after ]
[ the clang of their blades is slowly driving childe wild, so Scaramouche will notice the brightness of his eyes growing more intense. he fights with two swords, unlike his former harbinger, so he parries the other other and gives him a solid shove back. he doesn’t give him any time to really recover, instead darting up close to drive his sword through his side. ]
[ he doesn’t react as fast, this time, trying to dodge but ending up getting hit regardless. It’s enough to make him falter a little, but he tries to recover, aiming for his chest right after ]
[ childe manages to clip scaramouche's sword with his own, sending his own attack slightly off kilter, so he ends up taking a shot to the shoulder. he kicks scaramouche back, giving a laugh as he brings a hand to the wound. ] Not half bad, Baladeer. [ but, once again, he's on him in seconds, trying to knock him in the face with the butt of one of his swords as he slashes with the other. ]
[ childe doesn't back off, instead keeping up in scaramouche's space to continue assaulting him with his swords - be it the blades or the hilts. it doesn't matter, but he's not going to lose. he'll use his brute strength to take scaramouche down a few pegs. if he's able he'll knock him over, so he can move atop him and cage him in. ]
[ is that enough fighting, can he make you with you now? ]
[ he does struggle against him, trying to turn things around, but in the end it doesn't really work out, and he ends up trapped.
Is it enough fighting? Maybe not, but he's all for makeouts and that's exactly why he's grabbing on childe's shirt and pulling him clos efor just that ]
[ childe is turned on to the fucken max. having gotten to touch scaramouche's heart, to hold it in his hands, and then spar with him. of course he wouldn't have minded fighting longer, a lot longer, but he can't help but indulge the moment he's got scaramouche on the ground. he kisses him breathless, grinding haplessly against him as he tries to reign himself in... but he's obviously failing miserably. ]
[ well, he's not going to reject him. With the way Childe is grinding against him he's rocking right back, kissing him hard and needy, his legs moving to wrap around his waist so he can keep him closer, not wanting him to stop at all. It is exciting, even for him, so he's not surprised that Childe is this worked up as well ]
Like this, Scaramouche? [ murmurs against his lips in between kisses, his eyes lidding as he pins him in place with his hips, so he's got a chance to feel how unbelievably hard he is. ]
[ there's a soft whine against his lips as he pins him down. He likes feeling Childe hard against him but he needs the friction, wants to move against him properly, and he can't move much when he's pinned down like this ]
Wonder if you can come just like this, rutting against me like an animal.
I bet I could get you to cum in this fashion long before I do. [ he says, turning his head to bury his face in his neck, so he can sink his teeth in. he starts grinding against him again, slow and meticulous, trying to drive scaramouche crazy. ]
[ fuck. The bite gets to him, but it's the words that make it all the more exciting, how it's issued like a challenge. And of course the way he's grinding against him isn't nearly satisfying enough, too slow for his taste. He wants more. Childe is doing just fine in driving him crazy, but he's going to try to hide it ]
I’m going to have you squirming, Scaramouche, begging me to let you come, because you’ll have hit your limit aaaages ago. [ he doesn’t up the pace in the slightest, instead slowing down… though he does press down into him harder as he releases a small burst of his pheromones. ]
[ using pheromones is cheating, but effective, and already it makes him whine. He tries to rock his hips against him, tries to move to increase the pace, but of course it's not working ]
...come on, [ sneers, like an asshole. ] no you cum on, Scaramouche, let's see you come apart in those pants of yours. [ licks at the bite mark he made on his neck. ]
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Show me what you've got then, you brat.
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Not - so bad yourself, Childe.
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[ is that enough fighting,
can he make you with you now? ]
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Is it enough fighting? Maybe not, but he's all for makeouts and that's exactly why he's grabbing on childe's shirt and pulling him clos efor just that ]
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[ there's a soft whine against his lips as he pins him down. He likes feeling Childe hard against him but he needs the friction, wants to move against him properly, and he can't move much when he's pinned down like this ]
Wonder if you can come just like this, rutting against me like an animal.
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Not if you're going to be so slow, asshole.
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Come on—
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