[ 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 ]
[ childe is… not expecting that, so he grunts, squirming in place as his mind races to catch up with scaramouche’s actions. he cries out, the mixture of getting palmed as the vibrations from the bullet rattling him mindless. and then… and then!!! on top of that he palms his fucken tattoo, the ropes scraping against it and making him instantly cream his pants. fucken scaramouche. he can’t even enjoy the compliment, because his brain has short circuited. ]
[ oh, that did it. He grins, so, so satisfied, it's obvious he's enjoying every moment of this. ]
It's your pants, so I don't care if you ruin them.
[ he takes a step back, reaches for the remote and turns the vibes off, but immediately after his hands are on Childe again - this time, to get him out of those clothes as quickly as possible ]
…get that smile off’a, off’a your damn face. [ his face is so red right now. he can’t remember the last time he fucken came in his pants, but he had really reached his limit. this had all been far too much for him to feasibly handle. ] But it’s your fault, so you, you should get me a new pair. [ he pants out, licking his lips, glad to have a little reprieve as the bullets are turned off… though scara’s wandering hands don’t really give him a chance to enjoy it. he’s squirming again, clothes torn off to reveal the marks the ropes have worried into his skin. ]
Shut up. [ he hisses, trying to nudge him away, but there’s no real strength to the push, and if anything he’s tugging Scara closer. ] Hurry up and fuck me, will you, …
You seem pleased enough with the outcome, so fuck me.
[ Usually, as much as he complains, he likes that Childe is taller and bigger than him. It makes things interesting, and though he won't admit it, there's an extra layer of feeling safe and comforted with that.
Then there are times where he hates it, because he'd like to be able to pick him in his arms and be perfectly capable of holding his weight as he fucks him silly right against the door.
He can't do that, though, so he'll let Childe tug him closer - just before he's the one grabbing onto him and tugging him right on the bed, basically throwing him there ]
[ childe lands face first onto the bed, giving a muffled laugh as he sits up and turns onto his side, gazing at scaramouche with a lopsided grin. ] You won't hear any complaints from me. I'm sure it'd feel even tighter for you, though it's a damn shame that plug doesn't vibrate. I bet that'd feel even better on your dick.
[ he turns back around, sprawling out and lifting his ass up in the air; tails rising as he presents himself to scaramouche. ] Kuniiii. What are you waiting for? I'm ready to be bred~ [ slicks runs down his thighs, with childe reaching in between his legs to finger the rim of his stuffed hole. ]
If you say it like that, I'll start thinking just my dick is not enough for you, you know...
[ he waits just a few seconds to make him feel guilty about it, but then he's quick to bring his hands to Childe's hips, leaving him only a moment later so he can take care of his own pants, opening them to free his cock and then rut against Childe. He's impatient, so he doesn't care to tease Childe for too long, and he knows he doesn't need much preparation anyway. So he doesn't, cock pressing against him a moment after, right alongside that plug ]
You better be ready.
[ because that's all the warning he gets as he pushes into him ]
[ he DOES feel guilty... so GOOD JOB. he considers tugging it out, so scaramouche is the only one fucking him, but he doesn't get a chance. scara's hands are on his hips to hold him steady as he quickly takes his dick out to fuck himself into him, prompting an immediate cry as he arches his back and shudders. he never needs much prep, and he's glad for that, because he can hardly ever stand having to wait. ] ...you know I only ever need you dick, Scara, you can, you can take it out. [ he sinks down into the bed, grunting as he shoves himself backward, trying to further impale himself on his boyfriend. ] You're the only one that's going to satisfy me today anyway. [ all the moving is causing the ropes to tighten around him, squeezing tightly as his muscles flex, the knot on his tattoo grating into it and making its glow brighten with each passing second. ] Kuni, I'm going to, I'm going to cum. [ already? yes, he's losing his fucken mind. ]
[ he wraps his arm around his waist, partly to hold Childe as he keeps pushing into him, partly so he can not so subtly press on that knot on his tattoo. He's slow and gentle despite it all, not wanting to tear him, but that's not going to last for long ]
Do it then. Come for me, let me feel how tight you get when you cum to the feeling of my cock.
[ he'll cheat, too, because he'll quickly reach for the remote and start those vibes again, just as he starts fucking him in earnest too - quick, hard thrusts with his full weight behind it ]
[ he didn’t need all that much convincing to be honest, but the dirty talk coupled with scaramouche’s subtle touches do him in. his body spasms, tightening around him as he cries out, scara’s name lost in a cacophony of sounds that melt into a moan, a shudder helping him ride out his orgasm as he paints the bed white. it doesn’t stop there though, his already overloaded brain and body immediately kick back into overdrive as the vibrators are turned back on, another orgasm torn out of him the next instant, the tattoo growing warmer as its edges crackle out, almost as if it means to spread. his oversensitive nipples are a hard angry red, neglected by everything but the bullets meant to merely drive him up the wall. ]
Sc- Scara… [ it’s a wonder he can talk, his chest, the ropes, and the bed covered in even more of his cum. ]
[ Ah, how did he land such a hot boyfriend. Oh right, he's a catch too, that's how. Either way right now he's certainly feeling incredibly lucky - Childe looks and feels amazing, and though he might have cheated a little, stimulating his tattoo like that, too, he feels pretty proud of getting him to come in such rapid succession.
Not that he's faring much better - Childe is tight and hot and as he fucks him he's feeling himself loosing any remaining shred of control he's had. So he keeps fucking him with a punishing pace, letting out a few small grunts until finally he's done, coming inside of him and reaching as deep as he can, pinning his partner down on the mattress ]
[ childe is smushed into the mattress, his chest and part of his face getting smeared in his own cum as scara fucks him deep, filling him with his seed. he groans, eyes rolling back, because he's beyond sensory overload at this point. he's ascended to a plane that's further than celestia. his mind is in a billion pieces and he's almost certain that he's on the verge of a heat, but... he can't tell if that's just him being quadruple horny and doubly spent. ]
[ he drools into the bedspread, moaning scaramouche's name when he remembers it, and idly rocking back against him as he vaguely senses another orgasm building. he's so sensitive and everything... everything just keeps on happening nonstop. it's almost too much. ] Don't, don't stop... keep... Sc- Scara, Scara fuck me more. I'm a slut for your dick, can't... can't get enough, whore for your cock, your cum, ..for you.
[ Ah, listen to him beg him for more. It's almost enough to get him hard all over again, but he did just come, and he needs a little bit of downtime. So he pulls back, but reaches for the plug again, pushing it inside Childe before he can protest ]
Aren't we being greedy now? I don't think you really surpassed that endurance test...
Scaramouche, please, pleasepleaseplease. [ he keeps, begging and begging and begging until his words taper off, throat going a little raw. he shuts his eyes, rocking back against the plug he’s fit back into him, trying to desperately try to coax him to fuck him all over again. you know you want to Scara, come on come on!!! ] I’m not, I’m not full yet, still… still not bred, you promised, you said, you did, please… [ he endured it long enough, he deserves more! ]
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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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It's your pants, so I don't care if you ruin them.
[ he takes a step back, reaches for the remote and turns the vibes off, but immediately after his hands are on Childe again - this time, to get him out of those clothes as quickly as possible ]
You really were at your limit, weren't you.
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Shut up. [ he hisses, trying to nudge him away, but there’s no real strength to the push, and if anything he’s tugging Scara closer. ] Hurry up and fuck me, will you, …
You seem pleased enough with the outcome, so fuck me.
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Then there are times where he hates it, because he'd like to be able to pick him in his arms and be perfectly capable of holding his weight as he fucks him silly right against the door.
He can't do that, though, so he'll let Childe tug him closer - just before he's the one grabbing onto him and tugging him right on the bed, basically throwing him there ]
I wonder.
Should I fuck you right alongside this toy?
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[ he turns back around, sprawling out and lifting his ass up in the air; tails rising as he presents himself to scaramouche. ] Kuniiii. What are you waiting for? I'm ready to be bred~ [ slicks runs down his thighs, with childe reaching in between his legs to finger the rim of his stuffed hole. ]
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[ he waits just a few seconds to make him feel guilty about it, but then he's quick to bring his hands to Childe's hips, leaving him only a moment later so he can take care of his own pants, opening them to free his cock and then rut against Childe. He's impatient, so he doesn't care to tease Childe for too long, and he knows he doesn't need much preparation anyway. So he doesn't, cock pressing against him a moment after, right alongside that plug ]
You better be ready.
[ because that's all the warning he gets as he pushes into him ]
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Do it then. Come for me, let me feel how tight you get when you cum to the feeling of my cock.
[ he'll cheat, too, because he'll quickly reach for the remote and start those vibes again, just as he starts fucking him in earnest too - quick, hard thrusts with his full weight behind it ]
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Sc- Scara… [ it’s a wonder he can talk, his chest, the ropes, and the bed covered in even more of his cum. ]
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Not that he's faring much better - Childe is tight and hot and as he fucks him he's feeling himself loosing any remaining shred of control he's had. So he keeps fucking him with a punishing pace, letting out a few small grunts until finally he's done, coming inside of him and reaching as deep as he can, pinning his partner down on the mattress ]
You're - really too fucking hot.
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[ he drools into the bedspread, moaning scaramouche's name when he remembers it, and idly rocking back against him as he vaguely senses another orgasm building. he's so sensitive and everything... everything just keeps on happening nonstop. it's almost too much. ] Don't, don't stop... keep... Sc- Scara, Scara fuck me more. I'm a slut for your dick, can't... can't get enough, whore for your cock, your cum, ..for you.
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Aren't we being greedy now? I don't think you really surpassed that endurance test...
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