[ 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.
[ He really could get used to this. Childe begging for him, wanting to be rewarded for being a good slut. Part of him feels a little awkward about this kind of talk - they are still just getting to know each other, after all, but it's clear he responds well to it, so why not indulge it?
He lets him down on the bed and smirks at him ]
You're lucky my stamina is higher than a normal human's. Get on your knees for me. The tentacles are doing a good job preparing you, but you're mine. I should get to be the one to fuck you.
[ as soon as he’s set down he shifts to and fro, wrestling against his tentacle’d bindings to get onto his knees. the ones binding his arms finally release them, so he can hold himself up, their aim to spread him for Scaramouche. he tries to shy away, simultaneously hating and loving the feeling of being so exposed. ]
Why can’t all of you fuck me… I have enough to satisfy all of you… but you should be first, …
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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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He lets him down on the bed and smirks at him ]
You're lucky my stamina is higher than a normal human's. Get on your knees for me. The tentacles are doing a good job preparing you, but you're mine. I should get to be the one to fuck you.
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Why can’t all of you fuck me… I have enough to satisfy all of you… but you should be first, …