abovefate | Continuations

An endurance test? [ he spreads his legs out, letting his tails droop behind him to cover his butt, though they sway back and forth with interest. ] Why am I keeping my arms out? [ he'll do as instructed, reluctantly closing his eyes. ] This is why you brought me here?

[ he doesn't answer, instead he hums, clearly going around the room as he retrieves something. And then his hands are on Childe - along with what he will be able to tell is rope, that he is working on him ]

We're having a date today.

...ah, [ he kind of figured as much, but he thought they were going to go around tokyo-f and fuck for their date. ] It's just not what I had been expecting, is all. [ squirms. ]

What are you doing? [ his ears perk up, tails stilling. ] Tying me up? This is... new. Why can't I watch?

Because I want you to take in the full picture when I'm done with you. And it will take some time.

For this sort of thing, you have to enjoy the process ... but you are up for it, no? You will be good and still for me?

I am. Of course I am. What kind of question is that, Scaramouche! [ his tails start moving again, the brush of the ropes making him squirm a little more again, but he doesn't really move. he IS a soldier, so he's not unused to standing still for long periods of time. in the nude and while he's getting tied up, sure, but... standing he's fine with. ]

You'll keep telling me how good I am, right?

I will, even if your tails are not being as good as you are.

[ but he will get on his tiptoes so he can kiss his cheek, and then get back to work, making sure to tie each section of the rope properly. And if he gets a little more handsy than needed and brushes against his skin here and there, well, he can't prove it was on purpose ]

You already look breathtaking. I've been wanting to put you in this sort of getup for a while ...

Here. Let me move them. [ he lifts his tails up to make it easier for scaramouche to work, because he does like the praise and the attention, and hearing that he's had this in mind for some time is... exciting. ] ...you could take a picture, when you're finished, I mean. [ he hadn't really ever been into the idea, but... thinking about scaramouche jerking it to something like this is hot, and he's absolutely getting hard. not just from that, but all of this... especially those featherlight touches. ]

Oh?

[ he's absolutely enjoying seeing the way Childe is reacting, and maybe getting him hard was the objective, but it's still a nice sight. Especially now that he has him like this, with those beautiful loops of rope against his skin ]

Are you sure I can? Because I'm definitely going to once I'm done, if I have your permission.

Aah ... just thinking about being able to see you like this any time I want is getting me so excited.

[ nods. ] You have my permission, Kunikuzushi. You can take a picture. [ he figures he's not going to want to share it, so he doesn't even bother saying to keep it to himself. ]

Oh yeah? Maybe one day I'll text you out of the blue and ask you how many times you've touched yourself to it.

Mmm ...

[ he's almost done, so he's going to take the chance to let his hand brush against his inner thigh, leaning in to speak to his ear after ]

Maybe you should ask me how many times I've jerked off thinking about you tied up like this for me, first.

[ and then he steps back ]

Open your eyes, and look at the mirror.

[ childe gasps, having to restrain himself from bucking toward scaramouche's stray hand as precum beads on the tip of his dick. ] How many times...? Tell me. [ he swallows, opening his eyes to see himself bound in ropes... looking like an actual art piece. ]

[ his breath hitches, the ropes tightening around him as he feels the excitement bubbling in his chest. ] I can see why...

[ he chooses that moment to take a picture of him, wanting to make sure to capture the excitement ]

At least ten times. Maybe more. You're the object of my fantasies very often, even without ropes.

[ ...you know, he hates that he's fucken BOUND because he'd probably tackle scaramouche and hump him through the floor for that comment. he swallows thickly and licks his lips. ]

You're not going to make me stand here the entire time, are you, ..?

If you ask me very nicely, I can undo some of these so you can move. Ah, I was thinking of having you wear clothes while you have these ropes on you, underneath them ... biting at your skin.

Wouldn't that be exciting?

…so I’m allowed to move. [ he hadn’t tried, but he also figured he couldn’t do the thing he wanted to - fuck him into the floor. ] We can do that, let’s do that, go to one of those places the fanmail mentioned… that’ll be fun, don’t you think? [ childe reaches for scara’s chin to tip it back. ] Love you, love you so much.

I love you too.

My beautiful, charming boyfriend.

[ he's going to help him with some of those restraints, so Childe can actually walk and move, though it's probably going to be a constant reminder of the rope around his body ]

You really were a good boy for me, mm?

[ now he knows why Scaramouche enjoys the compliments so much. it’s nice, melts his heart a little, especially coming from somebody he loves. ]

[ when he restraints are loosened to allow for some range of motion childe does, in fact, move… testing how well he can do so, and while he can move they tighten each time he moves his leg or raises his arm or turns his head - definitely a constant reminder. his dick stirs at the thought of having to do anything beyond exist in these things. ]

I was, does that mean I get a treat~?

Mmm...

[ does he want to give him a treat, or be mean until the end? He's going to bring his hand to his chest, pushing him toward the bed ]

Maybe a small one. You really have been good this time, behaving properly ... I'm impressed.

[ childe stumbles, the back of his legs hitting the back so he toppled back onto it. the tug of the ropes, the tightness, has his face contorting for a moment - cheeks burning and breath heaving. ] I can be good when I want to be, need to be… [ he gives a slightly broken laugh, sitting up. ]

[ are any of the ropes touching his womb tattoo… this is important to know. ]

[ they absolutely are, he made sure there's a loop right there, so he will have the rope intersecting right on his tattoo and brushing against him each time he moves ]

Oh? does that mean you wanted to be naughty the other day? Maybe I really should punish you then.

[ and with that, he's going to bring his hand to his crotch, palming his cock, but not giving him a very satisfying touch just yet ]

But you look so stunning now...

[ ofc. that is… not helping. there’s a sheen to his skin as he’s already losing his cool. he’s hard ( getting harder ) and the incessant brushing of the knot to his tattoo driving him fucken nuts. ]

…going to be real honest, not sure what instance you’re talking about, but I’m not going to deny that, yeah, I probably was. Hard not to be around you. I can barely resist most of the time. You drive me crazy in the best wa-ahhgggh!

[ childe jerks his hips, arching up and crying out as he’s palmed. ] Sca- Scaramouche! Scaramouche, … [ he pants, precum beading on the tip of his dick. ] More, just a, just a little more.

Just a little more.

[ he confirms, and mercifully takes him into his hand properly, starting to jerk him off, making SURE to tug a little on the rope with his other hand ]

Tell me how much I drive you crazy, you interrupted yourself.

[ the tattoo glows a little brighter - the colors swirling as childe feels his brain start to melt. no, not now, please not now. ] You, you drive me crazy. I love how you touch me, hearing my name on your lips, your mouth on my own, my skin… anything and everything… I’m glad you’re mine and I’m yours. Makes me happy, real happy, especially thinking back… love you… love thinking about you, Kunikuzushi.

[ he barely lets him finish before he moves so he can kiss him, hungry and needy, his hand still working on him, trying to drive him even more crazy ]

Do you remember - that this was an endurance test?

[ childe returns the kiss, equally hungry and needing, but there is also an underlying desperation that is mounting at an exponential rate… likely scaramouche’s fault. ] …I, I remember. I haven’t come, but I… I think I might, ahhn, ah, fuck. [ he shuts his eyes and whines. ] Heat, I think I’m going into heat… [ and he can’t tell if it’s just a normal heat or if this is scaramouche’s fault - his mind is far too fucked to give that any thought right now. ]

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