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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.

[ dw cockblocking, lol. ]

[ childe keens at the touch to his tattoo, nearly cumming as the combined pleasure coiled in his gut begins to boil over. ] Just, just like… [ he can’t hold back any longer, bodily shuddering as he cums from the promise alone. mochi’s name is twisted up in the moan that follows, childe sagging into the bed as he silently revels in the thought of being marked. ] Go on then, m- mark me.

[ Aah ... having him ask for him like that is too much. Between that and feeling him come around his cock, he's getting closer and closer to the edge himself - but not yet. He wants to mark him first. He's never done this, but channeling his elemental energy into it should be easy enough.

And so he moves his hand to the back of Childe's neck, focuses his anemo powers there, and leaves a bright green mark there - with the same look as the one Mochi has on his neck. The sight of it seems to spur him on, too, because he moves to grab Childe's hips and starts rocking into him again - rough and fast, chasing his own pleasure. It's not long before his marks starts lighting up, and finally he comes too ]

S-so good for me ...

[ childe feels the swirl of anemo behind him, and as soon as the mark is placed on the back of his neck his tattoos all go a bit wild - glowing brightly and mirroring the newly placed one as they all reaching. his womb tattoo especially, it spurs on another intense wave of pleasure, so much so that childe joins mochi in coming and he feels on the verge passing out right after - being made to tumble head first into another orgasm. fuck. he oozes into the bed, limbs feeling like jelly. ] M... Mo, Mochi...

[ he slumps against him, catching his breath and feeling a lot more exhausted than he normally would. Between the fighting and using elemental energy to mark him, he's a little more spent than he expected. But he leans in to kiss the place he marked, pulling out of Childe but tugging him close so he can hug him ]

Now I'm satisfied.

[ childe shivers at the kiss to the mark. ] ...hah, is that all it took? Fucking and marking me?

And beating some sense in you. ...Hopefully.

[ snorts. ] ...you sure you accomplished all that? But I guess I don't know if I managed to fully convince you that you're mine. How many marks will it take, I wonder.

[ ooh. He really likes hearing that ]

A little more than that. There is someone else who is very adamant on calling me his.

[ childe quirks a brow. ] Who? [ his fur bristles and he shoots a glare over his shoulder. ] Because you're going to tell them that, no, you're mine. [ he's not losing another fucken person, least of all to somebody else. ]

Haruki.

I gave him my word I will become his herald. "At the end of your wanderings, come back to me". That's what he asked.

And you agreed? [ growls, reaching to shove him back. ] Then why don't you mark him?

[ he should have expected Childe to get jealous but he still didn't anticipate the intensity of it. He's clearly taken aback, and then he just stares for a few moments ]

... It's different with him.

[ he feels stupid. he wishes he knew he had already made a promise. ] So you've been indulging me, why, because I'm just some stupid mortal?

[ he doesn't know what to say. Things aren't like that with Haruki - or at least he doesn't think so. He made a promise because he doesn't want him to be alone. ... And because he doesn't want himself to be, either. ]

Why do you care what I do when I'm done with everything else? With my revenge, with helping Lesser Lord Kusanali. It isn't as if you planned to stick with me, your heart is elsewhere.

...tell me how successful you think I'm going to be in raising the dead? [ he sinks back into the bed and shuts his eyes. he hates how emotionally charged he can get, but he feels lead on. if he intended to go off with another version of himself, then why couldn't he have said so earlier? he supposes it's not the most surprising thing given how the both of them had turned things around so suddenly... something had to have happened, and now he knows what. ] Because I care about you.

I don't know. But you don't know if he isn't somewhere else either, and even if you care about me, if he showed up ... would abandon him to be with me?

Haruki has no one else. If I don't force my way into his world he won't let anyone else in. He doesn't have Lesser Lord Kusanali, or the traveler, or even you. He doesn't even know the truth of what happened to Niwa and everyone else in Tatarasuna. He's my responsibility.

It's not as if he's completely incapable of connecting with anybody. Tsukiakari also became a god, but he took it a step further and destroyed not only it, but also everybody and everything in it. He never learned the truth, but still managed to forge several strong bonds. But [ his lips draw to form a tight line, silence descending on them for a few moments before childe sighs. ] But if you're going to extend the olive branch and be the first person he needs, then fine. I hope whatever you two end up doing at the end of everything works out for the both of you. [ he does want that little shit to be happy too, because he cares about all versions of scaramouche. the same could be said for any version of zhongli he'd meet. ]

...you're not mine then. Do you know how stupid I feel right now?

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