abovefate | Continuations

[ 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. ]

[ that seems to catch him off guard. He wanted to tease him enough to turn him on, but not so much that he'd trigger his heat. The idea was to go out and have him walking in this nice getup, after all, and he's pretty sure he won't be able to if Childe goes in heat.

so his movements stop ]

Are you sure?

...that, or you're just real fucken good at driving me nuts. It's a toss up, honestly. [ another broken laugh that tapers into a groan. ] Don't stop, Scara, please please, don't stop.

[ It's a risk for his plans for later. But even if he his a sadist, hearing Childe beg him like that turns him on too much to deny him. So he doesn't, and instead resumes jerking him off, going easy on the ropes but kissing him again ]

I'll come with a backup plan if you go in heat. I'm not letting anyone else see you like that.

I still want to go out, Scaramouche, on the walk, and we can come back if I go into heat, but I want this, I want this really badly. You did this for me, so I want to do this for you.

No one will see.
No one will know.

I won't let them. You'll be the first to know if it should happen.

[ ah, isn't that lovely. As much as he loves when childe is being dominating, pinning him to a wall, there's something even more exciting about him submitting to him like this. Doing what he wants to please him. So he decides to praise him, brings his free hand under his chin to tip it up ]

So good for me. My perfect work of art, look at you ... you're breathtaking.

Now come for me. Let me see how much you're enjoying this.

[ and to make things worse, he'll put his hand on the tattoo, right against the rope, making sure it rubs against the skin ]

...Kunikuzushi. [ his skin is flushed, eyes swirling a mix of blue and purple and abyssal. he tries to lean closer, to kiss him, to take more contact. he needs more moRE MORE. he's so thankful that scaramouche has given him permission to come, because he's not sure he could have held out any longer, especially since he's fully palmed his tattoo. he cries out with a violent shudder, his tattoo swirling and pulsing out heat as he comes; coating himself and scaramouche's hand in his seed. ]

[ he rides it out, swiftly becoming hard all over again, because he's so blissed out of his fucken mind. ] Kunikuzushi, kiss me, please, ... [ he cups his face, dragging him into a kiss, moaning against his lips as he sloppily tries to do just that; kiss him. ]

[ this isn't something Childe has to beg him for, but he likes it regardless. He brings his clean hand to the back of Childe's neck, keeping him close as he kisses him.

He's painfully hard by now and wants nothing more than to fuck his boyfriend, take full advantage of how sweet and submissive he's being - but he does have plans, and childe insisted to go through with them ]

You make me so weak. I should be able to resist you, at least a little.

...and you had, and you had said this, [ he pants, shutting his eyes and trying to recollect himself. ] an endurance test. I failed, hah, didn't last all that long at all. I just can't help myself around you, Kuniku, you drive me crazy. [ kisses him back over and over and over, desperate for you...

But I should be able to refrain from coming again... at least until you do... [ hopefully. ] Just help me clean up and get dressed and we can go. We'll do what you wanted. I want you to be happy too.

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