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... Does this mean we're dating now?

Because I can be up for it if you are.

I’m up for it. [ he brings his hand to his lips for a kiss. ] Boyfriends, Mm~

And if your Tsukiakari shows up he'll just have to deal with it.

[ tugs him into a hug. he just wants to hold him right now. ] He’ll just have to deal with it. But let’s keep this about us. [ brings his lips to his ear. ] How about we end our date with some dessert.

[ there's a shiver running down his spine at that, but he's leaning into him, clearly wanting more ]

Ah, so you want to celebrate making me yours?

You know I do.

In that case ... show me what you've prepared for dessert.

I don’t need anything special for this, just you. [ he starts pawing at his clothing as he kisses him. ] I want to knot you, Mochi.

[ ah, fuck. he feels like Childe's kinks are getting to him a little too fast because just hearing him say it already has him excited, and it's obvious with the way he looks at him, how he smirks shortly after, and how quickly he starts to help him get his clothes off ]

Trying to breed me again?

[ god, he hates how easily he’s affected by that. just hearing him say breed is enough to send a shiver down his spine, his dick already half hard. he starts tugging at his own clothes, feeling uncomfortably hot all of a sudden. ] You’d like that, mm, to be full of so much of my cum that, if I could breed you, I would breed you. Make you into my little bitch, [ he tries to nudge him back as he moves over him. ] my breedable little fuck hole.

[ hearing Childe talk like this is incredibly hot, and each and every word just hit him harder. He immediately brings his hand to his cock, starting to stroke him, encouraging him further as they move together ]

That's right. Your little fuck hole, so full of your cum that my stomach is going to swell. You'd like that, right? Seeing me like that, making sure I won't waste a single drop of it ...

[ childe kicks off his pants in seconds flat, his engorged cock springing out, because, shit, he’s so turned on right now. his breath catches as scara takes a hold of him, hips jumping as he feverishly tries to fuck his hand. ]

Yes yes yes. [ he chants like a mantra, his brain already becoming exceedingly clouded by all of these thoughts alone. ] You’ll look like you’re bred, that you’re mine, so perfect and swollen and… [ he trails off, giving a nod of his head. ] Like it, h- Hah, I’d love it. Going to keep you on my knot for as long as you’ll let me.

[ he grabs the hand on his dick and then his other, bringing them above his head and pinning them in place, so he can rut against him. ] Since this is a dream you should make yourself go into heat for me. Make your tight little asshole slick, I want every fiber of your being craving my seed.

[ What a perfect image he's painting for him. He doesn't know how it feels to be in heat, but he's seen Childe and he's felt the pheromones, and if it's anything like that ... of course he wants it.

He can't touch Childe while his hands are pinned above his head, but he moves his hips, rocking against him just as desperately, moaning at the contact and the thought of being Childe's breeding bitch. ]

Yes — I want it, I want your cock, your seed, I want you to knot and breed me and keep me on your cock. I don't need anything else, just —

To be yours.

[ He's already getting slick. He did activate his own dream pendant, after all, and the thought of Childe changing him like that is enough for him to activate it accidentally, already feeling himself go crazy with need ]

Please—

...ah, [ childe exhales as soon as scaramouche starts rocking his hips against him, the friction stirring the pot, and making his desire boil over. ] What beautiful sounds. I look forward to hearing more of them. [ he flashes him with a sharp grin, and he only ends up clenching his teeth as scaramouche spills all that for him. damn, he loves hearing him talk like that. it's such a fucken turn on. ]

I'm going to give it to you. All of that. I'm going to fuck you so good. And you're going to take my knot like a good little bitch, beg for my seed, and then sit on my cock with your cute swollen belly. [ he growls, ears turning back as his eyes dip to find that scaramouche has, in fact, made himself go into heat. ]

[ childe stills, picking up on the change in his scent, and immediately feeling his own instincts kick into overdrive. he feels like he's going to lose it, but he manages to keep somewhat of a level head. he releases his arms and scoots back, throwing one of his legs over his shoulder as he buries his face in his ass - lapping at the slick. ] Yes, good, so good, you're mine... ready to be bred, ...

[ The more Childe gives him, the more he wants. He lets out a loud moan as he feels his tongue against his hole - his hand goes to reach for Childe's hair immediately and just grips it as he rocks against him, unable to hold himself back now that he's made himself go in heat.

It's hard to think of anything but how much he wants to be filled, how much he wants to be bred, and how much he wants to please his mate ]

T-that's right, I'm yours, so fuck me — please, please, I'm ready for you—

[ he pleads, even though Childe's tongue already feels amazing. But it's not enough - he promised to knot him, to fill him, and that's what he wants ]

I — need you, want you — so bad.

[ childe sits up and licks his lips clean of scaramouche's slick. he keeps the leg he's moved over his shoulder, half tempted to move the other too, so he can bend scaramouche into a mating press. childe shifts so that he can position his cock at scaramouche's entrance, easing into him with a groan. ] Yes, you're ready for me, I can feel your slick, you tight little hole begging for my dick, sucking me in... [ he leans down to kiss him. ] I want you too. I need you, Mochi, going to breed you and make you mine. [ he noses into the side of his face, trying to turn it, so he can sink his teeth into his 'non-existent' scent gland. ]

[ normally eh wouldn't understand what Childe is trying to do, but he does now. His instincts are practically taking over, so he immediately tilts his neck for him, exposing it so he can be marked - and already looking excited about it. ]

T-that's right, I'm already so wet for you, a-aah ... Your cock feels — amazing. So hard and hot for me. It's perfect, made just for me — to fill me and to breed me.

[ in childe's fucked out mind he's marking scaramouche and claiming his as his own, making him akin to a mate, because he needs to breed him over and over and over. ] Mm, all mine, Mochi, and now... now I can breed you, dick you down until you're satisfied. Not going to stop until you're full, so full, fucked out of your mind and unable to say anything but my name... or, or to beg for more.

[ There's another loud moan as he bites down and marks him - the gesture getting him just as much as the words. ]

F-fuck, that's right, come on, fuck me harder, I want — I want your knot inside me, I want you to spread me open and fill me up!

[ he shifts, trying to move his hips so he can force a faster pace on Childe - clearly needy ]

I love — I love your cock so much, please, Caeli ...!

[ childe doesn’t spent much time setting a comfortable pace, and instead lets scaramouche’s words carry him. he ramps up the pace - fucking him hard and fast - the sound of their skin slapping together each time they connect the only thing besides that moans that carries through the garden of flowers. ] You we’re made to my cock, weren’t you, and you’ve been waiting for me, for me to breed you. [ he kisses him roughly, silencing them both for only a moment as another couple of thrusts push childe’s swollen knot into him. he exhaled sharply against his mouth, shivering as scaramouche squeezes him tightly. ] Going to, going to breed you so good. [ he reaches for his hand, trying to bring it to his mouth for a kiss. ] You look so pretty with my mark.

[ he comes as soon as he Childe's pushes his knot inside of him, the pleasure finally overwhelming him and the feeling of being stretched to that extent getting to him. He tightens around him, letting out Childe's name - chanting it over and over as if he's the only thing he can think about.

His expression is absolutely fucked out even as Childe brings his hand to his mouth and kisses him, and he has to catch his breath, but eventually he does manage to register his swords ]

I'm - always pretty...

… [ childe smiles and kisses him much more softly. ] You’re right, you’re always pretty. [ but that gentleness doesn’t last for long and childe eventually just starts fucking him with wild abandon, trying to teeter himself over the edge, which he does after only a few more minutes. his own restraint had mostly crumbled earlier. ]

[ he spills into him, a thick deluge of cum filling him up to his limits and beyond, the knot keeping him plugged, so he doesn’t spill even a drop. ]

Look at my cute little boyfriend…

F— Fuck ...

[ it feels great, and though this heat is just a construction of his own brain, Childe fucking into him like that, filling up and plugging him like this turns him on even more. He loves it, loves that they're both out exceedingly horny, loves being claimed and marked like this, and when Childe calls him BOYFRIEND it by itself is enough to send another wave of pleasure through him. Who would have thought. He really likes the thought of belonging to him. ]

It feels - so big. It's so much, aah ... you're really going to breed me like this.

[ childe noses scaramouche’s cheek, giving him a couple of kisses. ] Mm, you’d look so good, bred, …just think. My pretty little boyfriend carrying our eggs. [ he muses, giving the fierce mark he made on his neck a lick. ] I could keep you like this. [ he murmurs against his skin. ] On my dick, full, and ready to burst. [ he slips a hand in between them, rubbing his stomach and, more pointedly, the mark he’s placed there. ]

[ there's a shudder at that, and he has to bite his lip to stifle the moan that comes out just at that touch on his stomach. It feels good, and for just a moment he's starting to think maybe these dream amulets aren't so bad after all. Maybe he can enjoy this. ]

A--ah ... is that what I'm going to carry then, eggs? Feels - pretty good ...

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