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[ He didn't expect him to act so fast, but given that he was already grinding into him, he should have. There's a surprised gasp at the kiss, but he's quick to return it, and when Childe brings his hand to his crotch, rather than pull back he takes advantage of that, feeling him up properly and very, very clearly getting more interested with each passing second ]

... How annoying. You have no right being this big.

H- Hah. Do you like that? I bet you're a size Queen, and if you didn't already know, then you do now. [ he snickers, rutting into him like an animal. ] But it's not just big... [ he hooks a finger in the band of his own pants and tugs them down, his dick springing out, so scara can see that he's also got a thick, fat knot. ] I have a few different fox, er, kitsune features. Do you, do you mind if I show you something else? [ he cups his cheek, running his thumb over his lips. ]

[ they're still in public technically. It's his fault for touching the womb tattoo, isn't it? His eyes are on Childe's cock, and he shifts so he can grip him properly, starting to stroke his length right here, in the corner of this ruin, like he's not aware people could run into him in any moment.

He glances back at Childe's eyes ]

... You can show me.

...fuck, M- Mochi. [ he moves his hand to his shoulder as he starts fucking his hand. precum beads at the head of his dick as he leans down to kiss him again. ] Pheromones. You know... you know about what those are, right? I can, I have my own.

I know what they are.

[ he so badly wants to get on his knees and suck him off. He wants childe to fuck his mouth and bend him over and make him feel those pheromones, his knot, everything. This wasn't supposed to happen, why did he play with fire. ]

We should - get things, and then move ...

A- Alright, sure, fine, grab whatever, I don't care, I just want you. I need you... now. [ he tucks himself back into his pants and tries to avoid dragging scaramouche out of the ruin. ] Isn't there a back room here? I don't think I can wait. [ he keeps his hands on him, running them over his front and groping his crotch and pinching his nipples. ]

[ He's painfully hard by now and that makes him tremble, a soft moan escaping past his lips ]

L-lube, we need lube. Do you — see it anywhere?

Find a room and I'll find the lube. [ he just starts grabbing a bunch of different bottles. surely one of them is lube. ]

There's no room in here! And I don't want to stay.

[ it's taking him a lot of willpower to move away from Childe, but he manages, and then he examines one of the bottles Childe got. Lube - okay, that's it, they can go ]

Let's get out of here already.

[ he grabs scaramouche's shoulder and shoves him out of the ruin, stumbling along as he heads back to snail. ] Back to the house then. My room.

... Fine. But if you don't have a decent bed we're fucking on the floor.

I have a bed. I don't know if I'd call it decent. [ but who cares a bed is a bed is a bed. ]

[ as soon as they stumble into his room he pins scara to the, now, closed door and immediately starts drowning him in kisses. ] Need you, Mochi, need you now, so bad, ...

Can I still use my pheromones? [ you ready for it to get worse? ]

Yes—

[ he wraps his arms around him, pulling him close, moving his hand to thread through his hair as he kisses him desperately ]

I want to feel them. Please— Please—

[ as soon as he has permission from scaramouche he drowns the both of them in his pheromones. childe has to resist cumming on the spot as his thoughts all scramble. ] How does it feel, do you like it, [ he tugs at scara's shirt, attacking his nipples with nips, licks, and sucks. ]

[ fuck, that’s incredible. The pheromones hit him immediately, making him even more needy. He lets out a chocked gasp as childe assaults his nipples, keeps his hold on him and pulls him as close as he can get him ]

More - that’s not enough, I want you. Caeli..!

[ he pants against his chest, trying to force himself to take a step back. ] Get on the bed, hands and knees, and I’ll prep you. [ he’s still breathing heavily - face flushed a dark red. ] And then I’ll give you as much as you want. [ childe hastily shoved down his pants and kicks them aside, taking the lube and pouring a heaping handful onto his cock, which he immediately starts stroking. ]

[ it’s so embarrassing. It feels shameful with how fast he’s moving to the bed, getting on his hands and knees for him - legs spread. The pheromones are making it impossible to think of anything but cock, and before he realizes he’s already demanding ]

Hurry up. I want you inside me.

[ childe is right behind him, groping his ass and reaching between his legs to stroke him languidly as he buries his face in between his perky cheeks. he drags the flat of his tongue over his puckered hole, trying to refrain from groaning too loudly from this alone. he wants to provide some prep, but he’s definitely getting antsy. ] Alright, alright, … [ he eventually murmurs, sitting back up and taking a hold of himself, guiding his dick to scara’s entrance. he eases into him, the right heat driving him completely wild. ] Good, you feel so fucken good.

[ That's good - it's so good, fuck. It's unfair how filled up he already feels when he's just easing into him, and he immediately lets out a loud moan. Childe barely prepped him, so even though he's lubed up, the stretch still burns.

But he loves that. He loves the pain of it, loves how it makes him feel, and he's already moving his hips back toward him, trying to entice him more. There's a part of his brain that can't help but wonder how many times Childe fucked this body, even though this is the first time for him.

And though the thought should annoy him, it turns him on like nothing else ]

Y-yeah? You like how my hole feels around you? Then - then move already, and make it count.

[ childe bears down on him, leaning over so his own moans pour right into scaramouche’s ear. he sets a quick pace, one edging on frantic, as he feels his control slipping. ] I do, I really do, let me… let me knot you, fill you up beyond what you’re used to. [ he sucks a mark into his neck, fangs grazing it, because he so badly wants to bite him. ] What do you say? Do you want more?

Y—Yes.

[ He answers before thinking, voice pleading and needy. He wants it so bad, there's no reason another Scaramouche should get to enjoy that knot while he doesn't. So of course he says yes ]

I want it — I want you to fill me up just like you did — to the other me. I want it, I want — to feel how good you used to fuck him.

[ he grins against the side of his head, something feral awakening in him, because it seems like all scaramouche are size queens. he loves hearing him ask, no, beg for it, his pleas going straight to his dick as he tries to force the knot in. ] In, get in, I’m going to… I’m going to fill you up so good. [ he growls out, though he promptly stifles himself by biting scaramouche. a few thrusts later and he’ll feel the searing stretch of the knot finally making it in. he slows his pace only slightly, simultaneously relieved and even more turned on now that his swollen knot is tying them together. ] Feel how fat and heavy it is, how you made it swell even before I could ram it into you. What a perfect little body you have, Mochi, so beautiful… [ he oozes compliments as he strings kisses along the bruising mark on his neck, another wave of pheromones fogging his already scrambled brain. ]

[ It's too hot. Even if he weren't high up on pheromones right now, he probably would be a little too into this. Childe's guess is right - he is a size queen, loves feeling himself getting stretched open, loves the burn and pain of it along with that delicious pleasure of something hard and big hitting all the perfect spots inside of him. There's nothing like it - and there's nothing like Childe's knot forcing its way inside him right now.

He lets out a sharp cry, body trembling slightly as Childe bites him and he swear he's about to cum just from that and the feel of his knot inside him. But he doesn't want it to end so soon, especially as Childe floods the room with more pheromones ]

F-fuck, that's right, you've - gotten so big and swollen just for me. S-so fucking ... big and fat—

[ his voice is broken by a moan, he's feeling himself getting lost in this, and he's hardly coherent - but he wants to tell Childe just how much he's enjoying this ]

Love it — I love your cock, Caeli—

[ and though there’s so much going on it’s hearing mochi say that that ends up breaking him. he can’t hold back anymore, although he certainly tries, but the flood of feelings pours out into scaramouche as he cums - pumping his thick sticky load into him. he shudders, fur bristling as he snaps his hips, as if trying to bury himself even deeper as he rides out his orgasm. he swears he’s seeing stars, real ones, as his vision blacks for a half a minute. ]

[ even as it stops he still feels like he’s on the edge, hips moving on their own, but significantly slower. he’s glad they’re tethered together for the time being, because he doesn’t want to leave him. ] Mochi, [ he reaches for his chin with a shaky hand, turning it so they can share a sloppy kiss. ] amazing, beautiful, perfect, godly, incredible, … [ he continues blurting out even more mindless praise, running his mouth until his throat goes dry and he’s forced to stop. ]

[ even then he nuzzles him, his other hand gliding down his chest and to his stomach - groping it. ] I’m still so fucken hard, I can’t get enough of you, Mochi, can’t get enough.

[ Ah, that's just perfect. There's another whine as Childe finally comes inside him, burying himself as deep as he can go. That's the final straw for him, and Mochi ends up following shortly after, shuddering and letting out his voice, not caring if anyone else hears them fucking.

This is good, too good, and he has no intention of holding back. If he were in the right mouth, the praise would probably scare him off. But he's not - he's horny as fuck, still, and the praise just feels better, makes him feel loved and like he's doing a good job. Of course he likes it ]

G--good, I don't want you to stop yet. You're — you're all mine now. I want you to keep fucking me open.

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