abovefate | Continuations

...don't care. [ smirks, sinking his teeth into his shoulder to leave a mark. ] Let me have a drink. [ his hand finally dips in between his legs, the heel of his palm grating down on scara's clothed erection. ] I haven't had a taste of you in too long.

[ There's another soft moan at that, and he bites on his lip, his hand reaching back to Childe, trying to keep him right there ]

Then drink as much as you'd like ...

[ childe sinks his fangs into his neck. he drinks with little regard for scara's well being to start, because he's so fucken thirsty. he hasn't really indulged since sensei left, which is bad, because it's been beginning to hurt... but, archons, it feels so good to finally drink... ]

[ he tears himself away, because he doesn't want to hurt scara. ] You taste so fucken good. I could probably bleed you dry if I stopped thinking about it. [ he keeps his palm pressed against him, forcing him back against his own dick. ]

[ he's rocking against him, moving into his hand and then back on childe's cock, like he's getting drunk on the attention too. And that's when he decides to use his pheromones ]

Who said — I wanted you to stop?

[ childe groans into the crook of his neck. fuck. he's hard, and feeling scaramouche grind back against him is making it worse... better... both?? he's slowly but surely losing his ability to think. ] I, ah, ...I'll keep going. Whatever you want. [ he sinks his fangs back in, grinding more roughly and trying to force scara even closer, although there's little to no space in between them at this point. ]

[ tentacles sprout out of his aibou and grab at scara's limbs. ] What if, what if I were to fuck you up here... on my aibou...

[ how absolutely filthy. Getting fucked up in the air while everyone below is none the wiser. He's obviously into it, since he's rock hard and still grinding against childe ]

A--ah ... yes, I want that — I want you to fuck me right here in the open, give — our fans a little show as a thank you for their presents.

[ childe retrieves his fangs and starts lapping and kissing at the marks. ] ...turn around. [ he releases him, so he can do so easily. ] I'm going to do just that, Pitcka. I bet they'll love this, almost as much as you're going to love it, ...but tell me, my little Котёнок, do you want my hydro tentacles too? I can make sure you'll more than full.

[ he doesn't even do it on purpose, but he ends up releasing more pheromones just at the thought of it. He turns around with no second thought, immediately working on getting his pants off so it can be faster. ]

I should really — start wearing skirts. Of course I want your tentacles too.

[ as soon as the pheromones are spat in childe’s face he groans, his dick stirring as it leaks precum, staining the front of his pants. ] I’ll buy you a couple of skirts, but you have to promise you won’t flash anybody. [ he pinches his ass. ] This is mine. [ as soon as his pants are shed his tentacles grab at his ankles, prying his legs apart. one of tentacles coils around the base of his dick, stroking him languidly. another starts prodding at his entrance - slicking it up. ] How about having the both of us, do you think you’ll be able to take it?

Yes— Of course I want you both, I want you to - fuck me open and make me feel so full.

[ he's reaching for him, grabbing at him, keeping his hands on him like he can't handle the thought of staying even a moment apart ]

You want to please me too, right?

Of course. I want nothing more than to please you, which is why… why I’m going to give you my everything. [ he kisses, licks, and bites his way down scaramouche’s neck, leaving marks all the way to his collar bone. ] I love you, I love you so much. [ he ruts against him, his pants uncomfortable tight, but he uses the ability that tethers their feelings together, so he can pour out all the love he has for scara into that bond. ] I’m going to fuck you however you like, fill you as much as you want, …just, anything you tell me I’ll do it for you.

[ Fuck. It's a little overwhelming like that, and he lets out a soft cry as he covers his eyes. There's so much love coming from Childe and it's odd being able to finally feel like it like that. And of course in return he's feeling the same - an overwhelming amount of love and gratitude ... and a sense of guilt too ]

I want — ...

I want you to make me forget about anything but being yours.

[ childe takes notice of the guilt and hastily reaches for scara’s chin, turning his head so their lips can meet. ] No matter what, [ he murmurs against them, releasing him, so he can sit back and more easily gaze into his eyes. ] I love you now and forever. [ he gives him another kiss, humming at the request. ] If you’re certain, …then I’m going to breed you. [ childe’s hand drops to scara’s womb, hand covering his riptide mark. ] Mine. [ he purrs, the hydro tentacle prodding at his ass finally pushing into him. ]

[ he shifts back and forth, tugging down his pants, so he can join that tentacle. ] I’m going to fill you so good, Pitcka.

[ He barely has the time to react. The way childe says he's going to breed him already has him excited, but then he's bringing his hand to his tattoo - and he just loves the possessiveness. As soon as he feels the tentacle pushing inside of him he just moans, unable to hold it in, his hand reaching for Childe's shoulder and holding it in ]

F-fuck, just like that, keep going.

...mm, of course, making you writhe in pure pleasure is something I take great pride in, Pitchka. [ he purrs against the side of his head, tails swaying in the subtle breeze, as he presses the head of his dick against scara's stuffed hole. ] I hope you can take just a little bit more. [ he eases into him, the tight head making his head spin, so much so that he can't help but to snap his hips and instantly bottom out. a groan is pulled from the depths of his throat, the hydro tentacle shuddering as it spills inside of him. ] F- Fuck, I hadn't... I hadn't meant to do that... [ he laughs, a touch breathless, the other tentacle coiled around his dick spilling on childe's hand and scara's womb tattoo. ] Look what you do to me. I'm a mess already.

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