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[ he doesn't tell him - at least not yet. Instead he reaches for his shoulder so he can flip them, shoving Childe beneath him ]

Be a good boy for me. I'll make you into a work of art.

[ 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 ]

... Mine. Just mine.

[ 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. ]

[ aaah ... how he loves the sound of his voice like that. He smiles at him, deceitfully sweet, but he's not hurrying up or touching him at all ]

I need to make sure you will be tied up properly. I can't touch you until then.

[ 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?

Yes.

[ 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. ]

[ he's going to tug on the leash again, and then he'll bring his hand to Childe's cock, palming him and starting to grind his hand against him ]

Careful, Caeli. I really might ask you to walk around like this if you make it so tempting.

[ 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. ]

[ he loves seeing Childe gets desperate, so he rewards him with a kiss in the end, and fully takes his cock into his hand, starting to jerk him off ]

Then I'll make a collar just for you. For my sweet, obedient pet.

Do you want more? Do you want to get fucked?

[ 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 ]

Maybe I should leave a mark on you too.

...yesyesyes. [ he can hear scaramouche shoving down the fabric of his pants, and childe half wishes that he was going into heat. he tries to rock back against him, a muffled response coming as his head is shoved down into the pillow. ] Mm, do it, mark me.

[ He doesn't have anything as convenient as a riptide he can apply to him. But he'll remember the request and maybe, later, he'll fulfill it. For now he's quick to reach for the lube they got, pouring some directly on Childe's hole before he starts lubing himself up too ]

I'll have to think about what to put on you. For now ... my cock will have to be enough.

I'm surprised you didn't induce my heat, [ childe smirks, although scaramouche can't see it, since he's got his face half buried in the pillow still. ] ...are you losing your touch? [ is he being a little shit? is he trying to tempt him to do more, ...abso-fucken-lutely. ] Nobody's home, so you better fuck me stupid. [ he turns his head, giving him a sharp smile. ] I'm yours for the evening. [ since nobody's probably going to be home for a while thanks to that party. ]

No. You're mine, not just for the evening.

[ he tugs on his leash as he leans in to kiss him - rough and hungry, and then finally brings his other hand to his cock, guiding it against Childe's hole and starting to push in right after ]

[ his face colors at that and he turns his head back to bury it fully. as scaramouche begins to sink into him he groans, pushing back against him as best he can. at least on the bed he has some leverage, his own body, so he can try to fuck himself onto his cock. ] Mm, yes, good, f- fuck me, Mochi.

[ ah, that's good. He lets out a groan as soon as he feels himself inside him, and once Childe starts fucking himself on his cock he feels like his control is going to slip. But it's his chance to be in charge, so even though it takes all of his willpower, he grips on Childe's hip and forces him to still, not moving either ]

You — don't get to decide it. You have to be my good, obedient little pet. And I'm the one who decides - how and when I fuck you.

...Mochi, c'mon, let me just... [ he grunts as his hips are stilled, but he relents, and forfeits what little control he has to him. ] Better make it good, real good, ... [ he peers back at him again, his ears turning down as his tails all go limp. ] Because I'm all yours.

[ that seems to be the perfect thing to say, because he smirks, pleased, and though he keeps one hand on Childe's hip his other goes to his back - caressing gently before he starts fucking him in earnest - rough right off the bat ]

T-that's right. You're mine now.

[ childe melts into the bed as soon as scara starts fucking him roughly. he can't get enough of sex like this, down and dirty, and driven to the edge. pain and pleasure comingle for him, so he immediately throws his head back, groaning. ] More, harder, f- faster. [ his feral brain is screaming breed, but he manages to avoid saying that. ] Fill me, Mochi.

[ DW ATE MY TAG YESTERDAY HOW COULD IT.

This is just perfect. He loves seeing Childe like this, loves hearing his voice asking for more, and he can't help but indulge him. He fucks him harder, faster, his hand going to his back, pressing on it just lightly while his other hand snakes around him, fingers brushing just lightly against his horny tattoo ]

I think I'll leave that mark to the back of your neck. One that's just like mine.

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