I don’t know. [ and he’s praying he doesn’t actually trigger it by being a little shit. ] Probably more than you think. You going to be able to keep up?
[ he’ll feel childe’s growing erection poking him in the back. ] In the air… [ if his tentacles come out, then he’s really going to be at scaramouche’s mercy. ] is that your signature move?
[ there's a soft laugh at the question, and of course as soon as he feels Childe's getting hard he's going to lean back into him, squirming on his lap just like he'd wanted earlier. Even though he's doing it on purpose ]
No, I haven't done that with anyone yet. I've just been thinking about it.
[ shit. he had been hoping it might go unnoticed. he tries to move back, but the edge of the tub is there, so he’s stuck. his breath hitches as he catches himself grinding into scara’s back, a hand diving beneath the bubbled water and taking a hold of his hip. ] Do you intend to completely stuff me the way I stuffed you… are you going to use my tentacles against me?
N- No. [ yes, absolutely, and being called out on it only makes him harder. ] Are you sure you want to do it for the first time while I’m in heat… you could… try not, just to make sure it works logistically.
[ he is thinking about it. And he loves that, loves teasing him like that, seeing Childe wanting to experiment with him ]
No.
It has to be for when you're in heat. But you can think and keep wondering how it's going to feel like, to be fucked while held up by myself and the wind.
[ dammit! he is thinking about it. ] What else would you do… you’re not just going to suspend me there, right? [ keeping talking dirty to him, he’s loving this, enjoying all the imagines Scara is putting in his heat as he ruts against his backside. ]
[ aaah ... he loves it. Loves feeling Childe getting more and more needy, loves that he's rutting against him like this. ]
I wonder. Do you want me to keep you suspended in the air? Maybe I could just keep you there while stuffed with your tentacles and one of those massive toys in the ruins.
[ and it’s at this point that he can’t help but shudder out a moan, his grip on scara’s hips tightening as he starts moving faster. ] I don’t, you can’t leave me for long. If you’re going to stuff my ass with some toy from the ruin, then… then you better shove your dick down my throat. [ he slips his other arm around him, taking a hold of his cock and beginning to stroke him. ] A toy can’t satisfy me like you can. It can help, but I need you.
[ Of course he's already hard by the time Childe takes his cock into his hand, and he moans - surprised that he's focusing on him now. He throws his head back a little, bites on his lip, but then continues ]
Y-yeah? Fine, then. I'll let you - I'll let you fuck my mouth as much as you want.
… [ childe smirks, because he’s got an idea. he needs to fuck with scaramouche as much as he can before he has a chance to completely destroy him. he takes his hand back and hoists him to his feet, turning him to face him so he can take his dick in his mouth. he buries his nose in his stomach, his cock ramming the back of his throat as childe manages to avoid gagging. he starts fucking himself onto scara, groaning each time he completely engulfs him. ]
[ Oh. Oh. Fuck. This is dangerous. He lets out a yelp, his hands going to grip his shoulders immediately, body trembling as he's pretty much assaulted. He was winning and in charge - how dare he ]
[ a hand moves to scara’s behind, pushing him impossibly closer, but that’s not all… childe spreads him for the hydro tentacles that appear. they’re much thicker than before, and they immediately slither in between his cheeks, squirming at his hole and trying to fight each other to enter him. childe chokes on a laugh, his eyes falling shut as he focuses on letting scara fuck his face. ]
[ he can’t let him turn the tables again, and that should be relatively simple to do… assuming the electro tentacles don’t appear again. ]
[ This is too much, he's going to die. His body is trembling and he can't stop his voice from going out, hands gripping tightly on Childe's shoulders as he inevitably starts moving his hips into his mouth ]
Was it really too much for you to picture me fucking you like that? L-look at you. So hungry for cock you couldn't wait to get fucked.
[ he sits back ( if scara lets him ) and laughs, his face flushed a deep dark red. ] If you keep talking like that you’re going to induce my heat. [ it already feels like he’s descending into it with how needy he’s beginning to feel. ] I couldn’t help it, can’t help it, …
[ Fuck. Fuck. The thought is too exciting. He's picturing that, Childe in heat, unable to control himself. He's grabbing the back of his head and immediately shoving his cock deep in his throat ]
As if you wouldn't like that. You're thinking of it aren't you? How nice it's going to feel to let go, let me stuff you with my cock - have you full of my cum until you can't take it anymore.
Can those tentacles really be enough to satisfy you?
[ his electro tentacles make a return and one of them coils around childe’s cock to keep him from coming. the other slithers around his wrists, tugging them to his back, so it can bind him and give scara complete control. he sputters around his cock as it’s forced down his throat, his hips jerking as he desperately wants to come. the rough behavior, the degradation, the fact that it’s scaramouche… ]
[ he crumbles, his hole growing slick as his tattoo glows a brilliant mix and blue and purple. ]
[ he doesn't notice that change, not yet, because of course he ends up coming shortly after - keeping childe's head in place as he spills into him. He takes a few moments to catch his breath, his eyes focused on Childe as he finally pulls back, giving him some respite ]
[ cum spills out the side of his mouth as scaramouche pulls back, childe swiping at it with his tongue, so he doesn’t waste a single precious drop. he shuts his eyes, panting, his head heavy with thoughts or getting fucked and bred and fucked some more. ]
Does that mean you like it, I’m, I’m a good little bitch, right, taking your dick like that, … [ he writhes around just a little bit, trying to free himself from the tentacle holding his limbs behind his back. ] I can take more, you’re not satisfied, right, I’ll take as much as you have to give. Please, just, just don’t stop. Need it, need you.
[ shit. This is too much. He's already feeling his cock stirring even though he just came, and hearing Childe talk like that to him is just about the hottest thing he's ever experienced. They were supposed to clean up - now who cares about that. ]
We're going back to the bed.
[ he grabs childe and tries to get him into a princess carry - with a little help from his vision and, he hopes, the tentacles ]
Of course you're a good little bitch, and good sluts like you deserve a good reward.
Back to bed for... more? [ there's a subtle tilt to his tone as his excitement peaks. what could scaramouche have in mind, but he doesn't bother asking because talking in any capacity is already difficult. and what does it matter anyway, it's sure to be incredible. ]
[ the tentacles keep him bound as scaramouche carries him to the bed. ] Reward, yes, because there's nobody better. I deserve a good, no, great reward.
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... And since you wanted to see my vision at work, I was thinking I could fuck you mid-air. Would you like that?
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No, I haven't done that with anyone yet. I've just been thinking about it.
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Arara ... are you thinking about it?
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No.
It has to be for when you're in heat. But you can think and keep wondering how it's going to feel like, to be fucked while held up by myself and the wind.
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I wonder. Do you want me to keep you suspended in the air? Maybe I could just keep you there while stuffed with your tentacles and one of those massive toys in the ruins.
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Y-yeah? Fine, then. I'll let you - I'll let you fuck my mouth as much as you want.
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W--wait, that's — not what I had in mind—!
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[ he can’t let him turn the tables again, and that should be relatively simple to do… assuming the electro tentacles don’t appear again. ]
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Was it really too much for you to picture me fucking you like that? L-look at you. So hungry for cock you couldn't wait to get fucked.
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As if you wouldn't like that. You're thinking of it aren't you? How nice it's going to feel to let go, let me stuff you with my cock - have you full of my cum until you can't take it anymore.
Can those tentacles really be enough to satisfy you?
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[ he crumbles, his hole growing slick as his tattoo glows a brilliant mix and blue and purple. ]
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Ah ... you really are quite a sight like this.
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Does that mean you like it, I’m, I’m a good little bitch, right, taking your dick like that, … [ he writhes around just a little bit, trying to free himself from the tentacle holding his limbs behind his back. ] I can take more, you’re not satisfied, right, I’ll take as much as you have to give. Please, just, just don’t stop. Need it, need you.
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We're going back to the bed.
[ he grabs childe and tries to get him into a princess carry - with a little help from his vision and, he hopes, the tentacles ]
Of course you're a good little bitch, and good sluts like you deserve a good reward.
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[ the tentacles keep him bound as scaramouche carries him to the bed. ] Reward, yes, because there's nobody better. I deserve a good, no, great reward.
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