I hadn’t planned on it, bu- [ his face burns a bright red immediately. he forgot he had used that word the other day. childe steps back, chuckling in an attempt to cover his embarrassment. it doesn’t work. ] I’m not going to make it easy on you.
You say that, and yet you look so red already. Aah ... or maybe you're thinking of being fucked hard while I have you chained up and with a leash? How pretty you would look bouncing on my cock like that.
[ scaramouche... shut up. ] Did you get the stuff... [ he's going to avoid making eye contact, because now he can't NOT think about all of that. ] Here. [ he shoves the lube at him. ] Are we doing this here? There's a room in the back we can probably lock...
[ but the ruin might make it better! although childe supposes he could just use his pheromones.] My room then? I can try using my geo to block out the sound. [ form a barrier or a shield of sorts. ]
Maybe we should let them hear. [ he smirks, gripping scara’s hand tighten as he flies them both back to snail. once they land childe is scooping him up into his arms to carry him inside. ]
[ he heads into his room and sets scaramouche on the bed, leaning over him and peppering him in kisses. ] I'm all yours tonight, Mochi, just tell me how you want me. [ and he'll cooperateish. ]
[ childe grunts as soon as his back hits the bed, his tails all wagging like crazy. ] A work of art, huh, now you’ve got me intrigued. Do it, Mochi, make me your work of art.
[ Ah. Fuck, he loves hearing that. HIS. He does want him to be his, to belong to him, to be the one who'd be able to admire. And though he'd normally take his time with this, right now he can't bother. He's been wanting him since they started fighting, after all.
He takes the rope and immediately starts tying it around his body, effortlessly lifting Childe whenever needed, and making sure to caress his body in ways that aren't strictly necessary for this, but that are meant to excite Childe further ]
[ childe delights in being moved around so effortlessly - scara's anemo vision coming in handy to help him tie him up. ] What is all this anyw- ahn. [ the touches making him squirm, leaving childe to get hard in seconds. ] Fuck, Mochi, t- touch me. More, I need more. [ little does childe realize that shibari is going to be the ultimate tease and he's going to be at his mercy until he's untied. ]
[ childe groans, frustrated, his shoulders sagging as he realizes there's not much he can do right now... although that's also a little exciting. he's exposed, and scaramouche can technically do anything ( and everything ) to him. ] Are you almost finished?
[ and childe's movements are going to be restricted, since he's tying him up pretty tightly. Once he's done with putting him in shibari, he'll also put the collar on him, attaching the leash so he can pull him toward him ]
Aah ... I wonder if I could keep you like this. Maybe I should do this more often? Tie you up like this, keep you with this rope underneath your clothes, so as you go on with your normal activities you'd feel the rope biting at your skin. Reminding you of me.
[ childe tips his head back to make it easier for scaramouche to get the collar onto him. ] ...you should make me a special collar. You make clothes, right, I bet that wouldn't be too hard for you. [ childe's eyes become lidded, the idea of having these under his clothes pretty fucken appealing. ] I'd be willing to try it. You can watch me squirm. Try not to cum in my pants... [ he tests the strength of the bonds, but scara did a really good job, so his muscles merely flex against them - digging the ropes into his body. ]
[ grunts, but as soon as scaramouche comes closer he tries to kiss him, but he's unable, so he huffs - chin hitting his chest as he complains in a jumble of incoherent nonsense. ] Let me try. I can do it and you can enjoy it. We both, We both win. [ he starts trying to rut against his hand, fucking it as best he can. ]
[ childe smiles into the kiss, nipping at scaramouche's lip, as he continues to fuck his hand; his desperation mounting as he grows closer and closer. the process of getting tied up, being suspended, and then teased mercilessly is driving him up the fucken wall. ] I do. I want more. And I want you to make me a collar... one that I'll wear each and every time you fuck me.
[ He wants that so bad. Just the thought of him wearing a collar just for him, one that he made himself, is driving him crazy. Just because he'd been the one teasing him doesn't mean he isn't getting impatient as well, and the more Childe begs him, the more he wants to just shove him down the bed and fuck him until he's a drooling mess.
So he decides to do just that.
He shifts and grabs him again, shoving him down the bed and turning him around so he's laying on his stomach ]
Ask me nicely then. I want you hear you ask for my cock.
[ the moan that follows being manhandled like that is muffled in the bed as he’s shoved down, a broken laugh bubbling up as he squirms, trying to raise his ass in the air for him. his tails fan out around it, as if he’s presenting himself to scaramouche in a pretty little display of submission. ] I need your cock, I need it, I need you to fuck me, to fill me… to make me yours. Just fuck me over and over until I can’t live without your dick. You wear my mark for me, so I’ll wear this ropes for you.
[ It's exactly what he wanted - Childe putting on a display and submitting for him. It looks fantastic, and the ropes on his skin just make him that much more enticing. He wastes no time in lowering his pants - his hand still holding Childe's leash, but the other goes to the back of his head and pushes it down on the pillow as he rubs his cock against his ass ]
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[ he walks up to him and then floats, so he can lean in and whisper in his ear ]
After all, you already breed me as if you were one.
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[ because the ruin does affect him, and he doesn't want to stay here. But he's grabbing Childe's hand and tugging him again ]
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he's going to activate his vision to fly right to snail, still holding Childe's hand ]
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Hurry up. I want you.
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Be a good boy for me. I'll make you into a work of art.
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He takes the rope and immediately starts tying it around his body, effortlessly lifting Childe whenever needed, and making sure to caress his body in ways that aren't strictly necessary for this, but that are meant to excite Childe further ]
... Mine. Just mine.
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I need to make sure you will be tied up properly. I can't touch you until then.
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[ and childe's movements are going to be restricted, since he's tying him up pretty tightly. Once he's done with putting him in shibari, he'll also put the collar on him, attaching the leash so he can pull him toward him ]
Aah ... I wonder if I could keep you like this. Maybe I should do this more often? Tie you up like this, keep you with this rope underneath your clothes, so as you go on with your normal activities you'd feel the rope biting at your skin. Reminding you of me.
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Careful, Caeli. I really might ask you to walk around like this if you make it so tempting.
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Then I'll make a collar just for you. For my sweet, obedient pet.
Do you want more? Do you want to get fucked?
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So he decides to do just that.
He shifts and grabs him again, shoving him down the bed and turning him around so he's laying on his stomach ]
Ask me nicely then. I want you hear you ask for my cock.
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Maybe I should leave a mark on you too.
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