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I'm not stopping you from giving me a private performance.

[ he notices the change, smiling at it ]

What's that? Getting all shy already after you were the one who invited me in the middle of the night? How scandalous, by the way. I wonder what your Unitmates are going to say about that.

…no, that’s true. [ he considers it, but then he feels the rush of warmth pool in his gut, as if radiating off the tattoo, itself. ]

Shy, pah, I don’t get shy. [ doubt. ] I don’t care what they’d think, though I’m sure they wouldn’t give a damn, honestly. I should introduce you sometime. But that’s for another time…

[ slides out of his lap and feels a bit of slick, but he’s going to assume ( and silently blame ) scaramouche for that. clearly the mention of a dance already has him hard. ]

[ most people probably aren’t aware ( and the people that may have had an inkling are all dead ) but childe is a real good dancer - having channeled a lot of the grace into how he performs on the battlefield. so while he’s not 110% confident in his abilities to properly perform a dance from inazuma to perfection he does a damn good job. ]

[ Did he notice he got hard? Well, probably. But he won't bring attention to it just yet. He's keeping his eyes on him all throughout that, and maybe it's not perfect, no, but it is good and he isn't surprised. He's seen hi fight, after all. ]

Look at that. You know your stuff. Did you practice for me?

I did, practiced and bought this before our... fight... [ he goes back over to scaramouche and drops into his lap and he'll be able to feel that he's wet, which is probably a mix of alarming and confusing. ] Did you like it?

[ that is more than a little concerning. What? What’s going on? ]

I liked it. Are you okay?

...good. [ childe is about to kiss him, but he stops and tilts his head. ] I'm just a little warm, that's it. [ though the glow of his horny tattoo has intensified and can likely be seen through the kimono. ]

[ he has noticed, and he's checking it, making it pretty obvious ]

You're sopping wet, Tartaglia. Not to mention ...

[ he's going to slide his hand under his clothes, going right for his cock and palming him ]

You've been hard through all that.

[ jerks his hips as he stifles a simper! ] Sc- Scaramouche! Heat, maybe, but it's too soon. [ but his head is swimming from the touch to his cock. ] I think you may have induced it somehow. Don't know, I... [ he just kisses him to shut himself up. ]

[ They're outside of the dream so why is he mentioning heat? He doesn't have the time to question it because childe is kissing him right after, and though he does kiss him back, he brings his other hand to his shoulder, pulling him away after but his hand stays on his cock, gripping him properly now as he starts to stroke him. He at least can tell he needs something. ]

What do you mean heat. Wasn't that just a fantasy?

Heat. I go into heat... corruption, it's a corruption. But I shouldn't be going into it right now. I have some time. I should ha- hrk. [ ruts into scaramouche's hand. ] Don't have to, Scaramouche. I'll figure it out. [ though the more pressing matter is WHY THE FUCK HE'S SUDDENLY IN HEAT. ] ...this doesn't make sense.

[ he's going to shift position so he's effectively trapping Childe right there, jerking him off - making sure he'll be able to come soon enough. ]

But I can't breed you while you're outside a dream, so what are we supposed to do? Should I buy fake eggs? I could push them into you.

Scara- Scaramouche! Don't, I'm going to cum if you, if you keep it up. [ grabs at his hand, but doesn't attempt to stop him. childe just sort of... closes his hand around his and helps him to jerk him off. ]

[ breed.
that's right,
scaramouche finally bred him. ]

Don't know. Don't care. [ his ears turn back and he doubles his efforts, fucking their hands. ] Is... that something that we can do? [ how would something like that feel outside of a dream? ] I... just know that I need you, and I need you to breed me. [ noses his neck, about where scaramouche's scent gland would be if he had one. ]

[ Can't believe after years of no action he gets so much all at once ]

There's just about anything in the shop isn't there? There should be something we can order. We should do that from your phone so we can get it right away.

[ But first he needs to make him cum just to take off the edge some, so he's going to keep at it, thumb swiping along the head of his cock, smearing precum all over it ]

You want to bite, don't you?

Prrrrobably. I never looked into that kind of stuff. I do have an assortment of toys though. But no [ flushes a deep dark red. ] eggs. Ok, that's fine. I can... I can do it. [ he can't do it. he can't think straight at the moment. he'd probably order a carton of actual fucken eggs like an idiot. ]

I do. I really do. I want to bite. [ his cry is muffled against scaramouche's neck as he comes all over their hands, getting his cum over the front of his new outfit. whelp. that stayed new for just a few short minutes. ]

Mmm ... We'll have to buy you a copy of this outfit too. Look at what you did, Tartaglia, you ruined it.

[ he will also scoop up his cum :) and bring his hand to his lips ]

Clean it up, and then you can bite my neck all you want.

...yeah. I hadn't meant to ruin it. [ frowns, looking a bit disappointed in himself. ] But at least you got to see it, and I got to dance for you, just you, ... [ blinks, looking at the offered hand. ] Anything. [ he takes his wrist and licks up from his palm to his fingers, clearing away any cum, and sucking on each individual finger. ]

You really are pretty lost to this heat thing, aren't you. Are you sure I shouldn't call your beloved Archon to deal with it.

...it gets bad, real bad, and no... you're the reason I'm in heat. I think that shared dream spurred it on. I want you right now, stupid.

[ it feels pretty nice to hear him say, even though he knows this is all pointless and meaningless. But he will kiss the top of his head, and then start tasting Childe to try and find his phone ]

I don't think you should take eleven this time. Maybe just five.

Six. [ childe shoves him back and climbs over him, lavishing him in dozens of kisses. ] I want to take six.

[ oh, fuck. He didn't think he'd enjoy having Childe throw at him the same thing he did to him in that dream, and yet it's extremely effective. A way to mark him. ]

Ah ... someone's eager to be claimed.

[ suck it, scaramouche. ]

You bred me, Scaramouche, you're a special brand of special. No one has done that and no one has spurred me into heat at a second's notice. Be proud. [ sinks his teeth into his neck to mark him up and stake his own kind of claim. ]

[ he should bitch about getting marked and yet, he likes it. He lets out a soft moan at that, and once he has Childe's phone he browses the shop on it, ending up with his purchase shortly after ]

You're not — allowed to use these without me. Got it? Only I can put them inside you.

I got it, Scara. I don't want anybody doing something like this to me besides. I said you, only you, and I meant it. [ going to slide a hand along scara's side and swipe his phone from him. ]

That's not what I meant.

You can't do it on your own either. No matter how much you're eager to get filled up.

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