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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.

[ he slows to a stop and the arm around his middle tightens as he pulls him flush against him. he kisses behind his ear, ] I’m yours and you’re mine, [ he murmurs, still blissed out of his mind, and he’d hate himself for so easily letting this get the better of him, but it’s hard to think straight, and it feels too fucken good. ] just don’t leave me. [ he’s quiet after that, breathing lowly in scaramouche’s ear - occasionally marking his neck with another small bite. ]

It needs to shrink, which… might take a while, especially since… you’re you. [ a small laugh as he buries his face in the back of his neck. ] You and your body have a knack for making me so hard it hurts.

A-aah ...

[ He's too sweet. He's too sweet, but he feels good - not just his knot deep inside of him, but his words and kisses too. He likes those bites, loves being marked, and when Childe says he's got a knack for making him hard he just laughs ]

Yeah? I can't the thought out of my head, you know. How many times you must have fucked this body already. And yet I don't know about it ... it pisses me off.

[ childe keeps his face buried in his neck, a chuckle bubbling up as he brings up how much he and tsukiakari must have fucked. childe has definitely lost count, but if he said that much it’d likely kiss off mochi more. ] tsk, Not this body, [ he nuzzles up against his cheek. ] …just a body similar. Both of you are different, but special in your own right. [ he doubts he can completely quell his anger, but he’s trying. ]

You know I went looking for you, right, when you left the Fatui with the gnosis… [ he sighs, shutting his eyes - a strange pain rippling along his spine as he shifts uncomfortably behind mochi for a moment. Oh, right… ]

Can you take… more… [ his grin sharpens against the side of his face as a pair of hydro tentacles peer at mochi from the sides. ] I sure hope so.

[ Given how long it took Dottore and the Akademia to turn him into a god and Dottore's involvement, he would have assumed there was no need to look for him any further. But that's just another one of Dottore's likely betrayals, and he doesn't want to think about him now.

Fortunately Childe distracts him right away ]

What the—?

...haha ha. I forgot about these guys. Shit. [ childe breaks into a small fit of laughter as a pair of hydro tentacles start groping at scara's chest. ] I was too concerned about my knot, but... these little bastards have a chance of appearing when I'm sufficiently turned on. I have another pair, but it's always a mystery which is going to appear first. [ he starts panting a bit heavier, since he can feel through the tentacles as they glide over his skin. ] They don't like to listen to me though.

[ Tentacles are the last thing he expected from Childe - but then again, so is his knot. If he was going to hesitate at all, he really doesn't have the time to, not with how they start groping him. He leans into it immediately, face flushed as his hands move to stroke those tentacles ]

A--ah ... Did you want to fuck me with those, too? How greedy.

I'm not interested in sharing. [ and it's not like they're going to be able to force their way into scaramouche. ] ...heh, when it comes to you, how can I not be, but you don't need t- [ he shivers, thrusting into scaramouche suddenly. the touch to the tentacles has him getting hard all over again. ] You can just... leave them alone. I'm sure they'll buzz off sooner or later. [ but the two of them seem to like the attention, one of them stroking scara's cheek as the other nuzzles up to his hand. ]

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