[ he's trying to keep his cool because he wants to stay in control here, but it's difficult to when Childe is all up against him, his touch and mouth working perfectly with the image is painting. Ah, how nice would that be ... ]
Don’t you think it’s more a matter of whether or not you deserve it, Scara, you worked so hard to put this together… how about treating yourself to a reward?
[ he hums as if he's truly thinking about it. He is weak to Childe, he wasn't joking earlier. So of course despite wanting to keep in control, he's already lost ]
Well then let's go. We both have something to shove down our throats.
[ looks like they both share a similar weakness. childe is counting on it though, his hand on scara's back as they head out of the hotel. he grins, giving the side of his head a kiss. ] Mm, we absolutely do, though I certainly think I'll be enjoying my treat just a little bit more~
[ it’s not that childe isn’t happy that scaramouche is hurrying them along, but that’s just making it harder to ignore how the ropes are rubbing him. at a leisurely pace it hadn’t been so bad, but now he’s having a little trouble… his face flushing as a result. ] Good. You’ll, you’ll find something quick, and then sit down, and then I want you fucking my throat immediately.
…you’ll tell me when you touch yourself to them, yeah?
[ he's short and to the point, his face getting flushed and it's clear he's losing some of the control he was so proud of just a moment ago. But once they are at the café, he gestures toward one of the tables in the far corner, expecting Childe to wait for him there as he lets his hand go. He then just very quickly orders something sweet, barely taking any time to view the selection offered before he's at the table ]
[ good. goodgoodgood. childe is glad scara is losing his cool too, it makes him feel better that he’s nearly at his own limit. as they reach the cafe and part ways childe picks out the table in the corner and, getting on his hands and knees, crawls under it - kicking the opposite chair away to make more room for himself. archons, just being like this is degradingly hot. ]
[ It's a terrible idea. People come to the cafè very often - of all the public stunts they've pulled, this is the most dangerous. But Childe looks so hot and seeing the desire in his eyes is just making him even more horny. It's a terrible feedback loop and maybe why they always end up escalating things - they're terrible for each other's self-control.
Not that he cares now. He's quick to do exactly as he's asked, sitting down and opening his pants so he can pull his cock out, and then he's reaching for Childe's head, pulling him close like that ]
[ this is the definitely the most dangerous stunt they’ve decided to pull. all of the others had been in places that they could have easily absconded if necessary. here, the place is small and childe is stuck under a table. the best he could do is turn Scara into an animal and come up with some bullshit excuse about being on the floor, because as he is right now he wouldn’t change himself. he’d die. ]
[ he gazes up at him, face flushed with desire, to the point where he doesn’t even need Scara to guide him closer as he’s already moving on his own. he quickly takes him in his entirety into his mouth, his arms snaking around Scara’s waist to tug him flush into his face and already he so badly wants to cum. ]
[ he works him over into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks to suck on him as he uses his tongue to further enhance the pleasure, all the while peering up at Scara through a mess of orange hair. ]
[ fuck. He makes the mistake of glancing down at Childe and seeing him like this, with his cock in his mouth, sucking him for all he's worth, and that's almost enough to make him come right then and there.
He can't fuck his mouth like he wants - they are in public and that would give him away, but it's clear that he's struggling to keep his hips still. He should be eating, but it's impossible to focus on that, so instead he brings a hand to his mouth - a soft moan making it past his lips but he's trying to be quiet ]
[ childe’s smile broadens at Scaramouche’s reaction, only spurs him to go harder. look at how beautiful his boyfriend is, flushed and needy, on the verge of losing himself so quickly. he’s going to burn this image into his head permanently. he draws back just a little, but only so he can do all the work and fuck himself on Scara’s dick, so that Scara doesn’t have to move an inch. he tries to keep quiet, tries not to make a sound, but he can’t help but let out a muffled moan, his tails twitching at his back, his own excitement on the rise. ]
[ how is he supposed to last any time at all with Childe fucking his mouth on his dick like that. He's barely managing not to lose it completely, but anyone who glances at him would be able to tell something's going on.
His face is still flushed, his eyes are hooded and he looks fucked up to hell and beyond. His grip on Childe's hair tightens, and eventually he snaps his hips up into his mouth, finally coming ]
[ childe is so glad he could work him into a feverish frenzy so quickly. proud too. he keeps at it until he comes, stilling and letting scara flood his mouth. childe can’t help but to finally groan, eyes slipping shut as he drinks it all down. he considers sliding back, moving off scara’s softening dick, but he only moves back a little… swirling his tongue around him as he uses his mouth to cockwarm him. ]
[ you look so cute embarrassed, scara, but he’ll have to wait to say that until later. ]
[ it's a terrible idea - doing this here and now. He knows it. But cockwarming is nice and there's something incredibly exciting about Childe doing that right here, with his mouth. Not that it wouldn't be incredibly nice to just stay in his ass, but that might be a little too intense for the cafè ]
...Ah. If you stay like that you'll make it hard for me to leave anytime today.
[ a no good terribad idea. if anybody chooses to approach scaramouche, then they'll discover that he's not exactly alone. hopefully though, most people know better than to approach him... ]
[ childe hums, sending the little vibrations along to scaramouche. they'll have to do this more often. childe's never really thought to do it like this, but only because they usually only cockwarm and cuddle post sex, but... this is incredibly hot and he's only getting more turned on by the minute. he really wants to touch himself, but he's trying to be good, so scaramouche makes good on his promise. ]
Mm~ [ is all he can answer, though the devious glint in his eye says good. ]
[ childe sits back, scara leaving him with a wet pop. he grabs the edge of the table and shoves it back, so he can lean up and crush their lips together for a fervent kiss, moaning through it. ] I want to fuck in public in our next dream. Or... something like that. I don't know. We can talk about it then. Let's get the hell out of here before we fucken get caught. [ his hands are already working to put scaramouche away. ]
[ he never ended up eating his order but whatever, he didn't pay for it. So he takes Childe's hand in his own as they leave, but that's as nice as he's being. With his other hand he reaches for the toys remote and increases their vibration ]
If I could, I would fuck you in public right here and now. Mmm ... but I don't think I want them to see what you're wearing under that.
[ childe stumbles, knees buckling as he almost trips and falls flat on his face. ] Scaramouche! [ he hisses, squeezing his hand, hard. ] Y- You couldn't wait until we're not moving! [ but for all of his complaints he doesn't stop moving and he doesn't stop running his mouth. ] Let's find somewhere to... to fuck. I was good. You should fuck me, fill me, you owe me, ...I was good. [ is he desperate? yes? he's on the verge of coming too, which isn't helping, and at least if scaramouche is fucking him he can blame reaching his climax on that. ]
[ he leans in to talk into his ear, even if it's a bit of a struggle like this, while they're moving ]
This was an endurance test. Are you at your limit already? I wonder if these toys and the taste of me on your tongue are enough to make you cum into your pants.
How shameful would that be ... but I bet you'd get off on that, huh? Knowing you came untouched, getting off from some toys and some pretty rope tied around you. Or maybe ... it's the thought of how I'm going to fill you in that's getting you so excited?
...no. [ MAYBE. ] It's a lot, it's becoming a lot, and... fine, I'll admit your taste is driving me a little wild. [ childe laughs, a touch unhinged, because he might fucken cum in his pants. ] I bet you'd like that. I'm sure you'd like to see me come ap- apart...
[ his face flushes immediately at the mention of getting fucked and filled. ] Ugh, yes, I do want you to fuck me, Scaramouche. I want you to fuck me while these damn toys are driving me crazy, and while these ropes are squeezing me tightly, rubbing against my fucken tattoo...
[ he really should hold out on him for longer. He wants to see him thoroughly humiliated - mostly because he knows childe likes that. But he's getting impatient as well, and so he decides to head straight for the love hotel ]
[ he drags Scaramouche along, tugging!!!, because he can move a heck of a lot faster. on reaching the hotel he skims the book and then just hastily grabs a key, hurrying for the door. he opens the door to an underwater themed room, ] This will have to do. Now hurry up and fuck me, fill me Scara. I need you.
[ good thing Childe is the one showing how desperate he is - he wants to keep some of his pride. There's another order on the tip of his tongue - he could ask him to take off his clothes, to get on all fours for him and expose himself once more.
But he wants something a bit more involved, and so the moment they're into the room he grabs on Childe and slams him right against the door, barely giving him time to get into the room. He palms him through his pants, grinding the heel of it against him, his other hand going to where he knows his tattoo is ]
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do you think you deserve that?
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[ he hums as if he's truly thinking about it. He is weak to Childe, he wasn't joking earlier. So of course despite wanting to keep in control, he's already lost ]
Well then let's go. We both have something to shove down our throats.
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I'm already so hard, Ajax.
You have no idea how good you look like this. I'm going to take even more pictures.
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…you’ll tell me when you touch yourself to them, yeah?
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[ he's short and to the point, his face getting flushed and it's clear he's losing some of the control he was so proud of just a moment ago. But once they are at the café, he gestures toward one of the tables in the far corner, expecting Childe to wait for him there as he lets his hand go. He then just very quickly orders something sweet, barely taking any time to view the selection offered before he's at the table ]
Hurry up.
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Sit. Take your cock out for me.
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Not that he cares now. He's quick to do exactly as he's asked, sitting down and opening his pants so he can pull his cock out, and then he's reaching for Childe's head, pulling him close like that ]
It's time for you to enjoy your treat.
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[ he gazes up at him, face flushed with desire, to the point where he doesn’t even need Scara to guide him closer as he’s already moving on his own. he quickly takes him in his entirety into his mouth, his arms snaking around Scara’s waist to tug him flush into his face and already he so badly wants to cum. ]
[ he works him over into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks to suck on him as he uses his tongue to further enhance the pleasure, all the while peering up at Scara through a mess of orange hair. ]
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He can't fuck his mouth like he wants - they are in public and that would give him away, but it's clear that he's struggling to keep his hips still. He should be eating, but it's impossible to focus on that, so instead he brings a hand to his mouth - a soft moan making it past his lips but he's trying to be quiet ]
You're good at this.
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His face is still flushed, his eyes are hooded and he looks fucked up to hell and beyond. His grip on Childe's hair tightens, and eventually he snaps his hips up into his mouth, finally coming ]
F-Fuck, that was - embarrassing.
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[ you look so cute embarrassed, scara, but he’ll have to wait to say that until later. ]
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...Ah. If you stay like that you'll make it hard for me to leave anytime today.
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[ childe hums, sending the little vibrations along to scaramouche. they'll have to do this more often. childe's never really thought to do it like this, but only because they usually only cockwarm and cuddle post sex, but... this is incredibly hot and he's only getting more turned on by the minute. he really wants to touch himself, but he's trying to be good, so scaramouche makes good on his promise. ]
Mm~ [ is all he can answer, though the devious glint in his eye says good. ]
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[ and he also knows it can't be comfortable down there, no matter how hot it is, so he doesn't want Childe to stay there too long ]
Next time I invade your dreams, let's have a less risky repeat.
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If I could, I would fuck you in public right here and now. Mmm ... but I don't think I want them to see what you're wearing under that.
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[ he leans in to talk into his ear, even if it's a bit of a struggle like this, while they're moving ]
This was an endurance test. Are you at your limit already? I wonder if these toys and the taste of me on your tongue are enough to make you cum into your pants.
How shameful would that be ... but I bet you'd get off on that, huh? Knowing you came untouched, getting off from some toys and some pretty rope tied around you. Or maybe ... it's the thought of how I'm going to fill you in that's getting you so excited?
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[ his face flushes immediately at the mention of getting fucked and filled. ] Ugh, yes, I do want you to fuck me, Scaramouche. I want you to fuck me while these damn toys are driving me crazy, and while these ropes are squeezing me tightly, rubbing against my fucken tattoo...
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You pick the room this time.
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But he wants something a bit more involved, and so the moment they're into the room he grabs on Childe and slams him right against the door, barely giving him time to get into the room. He palms him through his pants, grinding the heel of it against him, his other hand going to where he knows his tattoo is ]
You really look good with this tight shirt.
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