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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.

...oh. [ a sheepish laugh. ] Does that mean I have to call you if I'm interested in being bred? I need to beg for you to come stuff me full of your eggs?

[ going to pocket scara's phone for later, so he can get that room upgrade. ]

[ he'll let him, not really noticing, mostly because he's focused on the image he's painting right there ]

That's right. You'll have to call me for it. Tell me you want me to stuff you full and I'll be here for you.

Do you want me to beg right now?

[ HE'S STRONGLY CONSIDERING THIS ]

Yes. Go ahead and show me.

[ childe ruts against scaramouche for a couple of extra moments, but then he's back off and turning around to hike up his kimono. ] Look, Scaramouche, [ and he'll show him why he's soaking wet. his tattoo is pulsing and his asshole is puffy and swollen, as if he's ready to be bred. ] I'm ready for you to stuff me full of your eggs. I'm ready to be bred. Don't deny me, Scaramouche, I called you here, because I want you and only you to be the one to breed me. Please, I need it, I need you to fill me up. I feel so empty. [ spreads his legs some more and reaches around to drag his finger through his own slick. ] I woke up from that dream hard as a rock, Scaramouche, I wanted to touch myself, but I knew I shouldn't until you came over.

[ Fuck, that's such a sight that he really doesn't want to leave his room now. Part of him is wondering if he could keep him in a collar and parade him around the dorms like this - dripping for him and desperate to be filled.

But even though Childe might be for it in his current state, he decides not to push it ]

Will you be able to wait here like a good boy while I retrieve the eggs?

[ oh, right, he forgot they end up in the drop box. he sinks into the couch and buries his head in a pillow to stifle a whine, fingers dipping into his ass as he casually starts fucking himself. ] I’ll wait here. Don’t take too long. I’m aching for you now.

I could leave you here just like I did at the hotel.

[ he says that just to be mean, and leaves, just like that. Part of him is hoping that by the time he returns, Childe is going to be even more desperate.

But it doesn't take him long to get back after all, and once he does, he's carrying a pair of six fake eggs. What are they made of? We don't know! But they're Ready For Him ]

Well?

...!

N- No! [ he turns around and tries to pin scaramouche to the couch. ] Don't. Please. I can't, I need you, d- don't. [ but scara evades him and manages to leave, so childe does end up doubly desperate. ]

[ when scaramouche finally returns childe is standing in front of the door looking ready to pounce him. ] You're back! You came back...

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