[ grabs scaramouche, something he knows might piss him off, but he needs to be closer to him. he pins him to the door and starts kissing his neck, nipping on occasion as he tries to refrain from growling too loudly. ] I was waiting, just you like asked, ...I was good. Great, even.
… [ oh, that’s such a difficult decision. he stops assaulting him for a moment to consider, eventually deciding that having Scaramouche fuck him while he’s full sounds absolutely incredible. ] Eggs first. And then you can fuck me, you can fuck me full of cum, … [ sinks his fangs in and drinks a bit of blood, groaning as he bodily presses into him. ] Just tell me how you want me, Scara, how do you want to see me take them?
[ If he's entirely honest he kind of feels like he must still be in a dream - all of this sounds a little too amazing to be real. Childe apologizing, giving him something for himself only, and his eagerness right now. ]
On your fours, ass in the air. I have to make sure to do it properly, right?
[ childe moves off scaramouche and gets on all fours, lifting his ass high in the air and fanning his tails out to emphasize it. he’s somehow even more wet, with his own slick having dripped down his thighs. ] I didn’t touch myself while you were gone, though I wanted to real bad. [ he fingers the rim of his hole, casually dipping two fingers in and promptly spreading himself. ] But I’m ready. I’m so wet for you, Scaramouche. Will you touch my tattoo, please.
[ he's going to bring his hand to his back, just above the tails, stroking it gently as he stares at him, enjoying the sight. How shameless he is right now, just for him. He won't forget this anytime soon.
But he does as he asked, bringing his hand to his front and to his tattoo, pressing his palm against it, and he shifts so he can press himself against Childe as well, letting him feel how hard he is just for him right now ]
[ childe shuts his eyes, enjoying the sensation of being pet as scaramouche sets a hand on him. ] …Scaramouche, it feels so good. [ he grabs his own dick just as scaramouche touches the tattoo, stopping himself from coming, though a bit of his seed does leak out and bead at the tip. ] I will, somehow, I’ll take them just for you. And then you’ll stay with me all night, right, … [ a bit of hesitance and then, ] Inside me?
[ It's a request he hadn't expected, not from Childe. But he knows he enjoys the same, so he doesn't really hesitate to answer ]
So long as you make certain to prepare breakfast for me tomorrow. I'll stay over.
[ he keeps his hand on the tattoo for a bit more, and then he'll move it over to Childe's hand, not trying to force his movements but helping him along. Not for long, though, because he's pulling back to reach for the first egg ]
Hah, I can do that. Just tell me what you’d like me to make, and I’ll prepare it just for you. [ childe shudders, rocking into their hands, but ultimately trying not to come. not yet. ]
[ it's all the confirmation he needs, and he'll take that egg, wasting no time in pushing it against his hole. With how wet Childe is, he knows he's ready to take it, but he likes the spectacle, and so he'll take his time as he pushes it in, watching his hole as it sinks inside of it ]
Does it feel nice to be bred by me, like this, in the real world?
[ it slips in with little to no resistance, childe sighing as he buries his face in his arms with a smile. ] Feels incredible, Scaramouche. I… never thought this itch would be scratched, and the feeling coiling in my gut is… it’s bliss.
Your partners lack creativity if they haven't been able to satisfy this. Well. That's better for me now, isn't it?
[ he'll keep his fingers on the egg even after it's fully in, pushing it as far as it can go before pulling them back and reaching for the second egg, pushing it in once more ]
Better for you, because now it’s something that only you have any right to do. [ he groans this time, pressing back against the egg as its slid into him. ]
Hah, you sure like saying that, huh, calling me your bitch. I guess I can’t say anything, since you’re, you’re breeding me, huh?
[ he'll take his time with this egg as well, just enjoying the feel of it sliding into Childe and the sight of it. But he moves onto the next one faster, pushing into him, wanting to see if he'll reach his limit soon ]
Don't you like calling me your cockslut as well? I thought you were into that kinda talk.
[ it does get more of a reaction out of him, cock leaking as his hips jerk and he jerks softly. ] I don’t want to come until I’m full and you’re inside of me. [ looks back at him, face flushed. ] I… I do like it, I’m your cockslut right now, your whore, your bitch… your mate.
[ he'll reward him with a kiss behind his furry ear, and then he's going to get up, looking for the ring. It doesn't take him long to find it, and when he does, he hands it over to Childe ]
[ he takes the ring in one hand and huffs a laugh, trying to avoid removing the other for fear of coming. ] …alright. [ he turns himself slightly and gives his cock a stroke for show, harnessing all the restraint he has as he puts the ring in place. ] Th- there. [ he laughs, but it’s a bit broken as he’s right at the edge. ] We should get back to it, right, you only got two in…
[ he'll move to his front to tip his chin up and kiss him, rough and fierce from the get go. But he'll listen to his request, pull back so he can resume where he was and take care of pushing a third egg inside of him ]
[ childe returns the kiss, cursing their positions, because he would like to stare down scaeamouche, but he knows that, like this, it’s probably easier. ] Would you have me any other way?
[ brushes one of his tails across his cheek. ] You like when I’m drunk on you… and I like it too.
I do. Like this I can be sure you're not thinking of anyone else. Just me.
[ once he's certain he's pushed the third egg all the way inside he'll move to the next one, a little faster now, a little rough- mostly because he's getting impatient and he wants to be inside of him ]
I can't wait to see how you'll cry and call my name once I'm inside of you.
I couldn’t imagine thinking of anybody else right now. [ childe grunts, feeling the pressure increase as scaramouche ups the pace. ] Getting impatient, Scara, then hurry up! [ moves a hand to his stomach, pressing his fingers in to feel the subtle bumps of the eggs. ] Fill me then, you’re not the only one. I want you inside of me.
[ it's all the encouragement he needs to grab the last two eggs and shove them inside of him, one after the other, just making sure they will properly enter him before he grabs on his hips and flips him over so he can move on top of him ]
I can't wait to see you give birth once more, Tartaglia.
[ and with that, he's going to line up his cock against him- pushing in, though with the eggs, it's certainly a struggle ]
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Good boy. Then what would you like first? For me to stuff you full with eggs, or should I fuck you and fill you with my cum first?
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On your fours, ass in the air. I have to make sure to do it properly, right?
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But he does as he asked, bringing his hand to his front and to his tattoo, pressing his palm against it, and he shifts so he can press himself against Childe as well, letting him feel how hard he is just for him right now ]
Will you be able to take all six? I wonder.
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So long as you make certain to prepare breakfast for me tomorrow. I'll stay over.
[ he keeps his hand on the tattoo for a bit more, and then he'll move it over to Childe's hand, not trying to force his movements but helping him along. Not for long, though, because he's pulling back to reach for the first egg ]
Are you ready then?
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I’m ready for you to breed me Scaramouche.
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Does it feel nice to be bred by me, like this, in the real world?
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[ he'll keep his fingers on the egg even after it's fully in, pushing it as far as it can go before pulling them back and reaching for the second egg, pushing it in once more ]
Now you're my bitch.
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Hah, you sure like saying that, huh, calling me your bitch. I guess I can’t say anything, since you’re, you’re breeding me, huh?
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Don't you like calling me your cockslut as well? I thought you were into that kinda talk.
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If you don't want to come, then we should put a ring on you. I bet you have something like that lying around, don't you?
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[ he'll reward him with a kiss behind his furry ear, and then he's going to get up, looking for the ring. It doesn't take him long to find it, and when he does, he hands it over to Childe ]
Put it on yourself. I want to see it.
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[ he'll move to his front to tip his chin up and kiss him, rough and fierce from the get go. But he'll listen to his request, pull back so he can resume where he was and take care of pushing a third egg inside of him ]
Halfway through now.
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[ brushes one of his tails across his cheek. ] You like when I’m drunk on you… and I like it too.
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[ once he's certain he's pushed the third egg all the way inside he'll move to the next one, a little faster now, a little rough- mostly because he's getting impatient and he wants to be inside of him ]
I can't wait to see how you'll cry and call my name once I'm inside of you.
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I can't wait to see you give birth once more, Tartaglia.
[ and with that, he's going to line up his cock against him- pushing in, though with the eggs, it's certainly a struggle ]
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