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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 ]

[ grunts as scaramouche doesn't take much care in filling him with the final two eggs, though he's immediately disoriented and given little time to reflect once he's flipped. his eyes land on his superior, mouth open as he huffs a laugh, trying to keep his bravado at its max, but he's already feeling so full and having scaramouche join in is certainly going to send him sailing over the edge. ]

T- Tomorrow though, I... like I said, Scaramouche, I want you to stay inside me all night lo- [ the remainder of the word is clipped as he starts easing himself in, the stretch not too unlike what he felt in the dream, but the sensation is definitely stranger outside of it. ] F- Full, so full. [ he tips his head back and groans, nails digging into the bed for purchase as he tries to ground himself. ]

[ Oh. He wants to stay all night with him and the eggs inside of him. Wow. He doesn't know if he's going to be ablet o handle that but it certainly sounds hot ]

Can you really take that?

[ there is a long pause before he adds ]

I don't want to hurt you more than necessary just this once.

[ Then again, if he's in heat ... it might be what he needs to make it go away. ]

You feel - so tight, Tartaglia.

I don't know. [ ...no. that sounds pathetic. what kind of mate would he be if he couldn't handle *that*. ] I mean I can. I know I can. [ but something strums in his heart at scaramouche's concern. ] I'll be fine. It's not that much. [ he cracks a lopsided smile, about to add something else when one of the eggs brushes his prostate. he jolts, crying out, and shifting beneath scaramouche as his hands fly to his dick. close. he's close. but the ring... his fingers brush it as he starts to jerk himself off. ] F- Fuck. [ he simpers, pupils blowing out as the egg doesn't give him a single second of reprieve, simply resting against his poor, sensitive bundle of nerves. his mouth drops open and he starts panting, murmuring nonsense, as his desperation hits its peak. he feels like he's going to explode. the pleasure is still rising exponentially and its a lot, too much, ] Let me come, please let me come.

... No.

[ he should let him, he's been so good. But he looks amazing, desperate like that, and he wants more of it. So he starts moving, rolling his hips - slow but steady, making sure the egg will keep hitting his prostate over and over again ]

I want to see how desperate you can get for me.

[ childe tries to call out his name in protest, but it's hard, no, impossible to do so while he's being driven m a d. the constant battering of his prostate is somehow worse, a not so subtle thrum of pleasure beating him each time scaramouche thrusts one of the eggs into it. he babbles some more nonsense, trying to force at least one coherent though, so he can beg. ] P- Please. I... I... need to, please.

Aren't you being — selfish? I should come before you do, shouldn't I? Then — satisfy me properly, and I'll fill you as much as you'd like.

[ the good news is that he's pretty much at his limit. The bad news is that he's bringing his hand over Childe's on his own, moving it away so he won't be tempted to disobey him ]

You are so beautiful when you're at my mercy.

... [ oh. he hadn't thought about that or... much of anything, really. but scaramouche is right. being the alpha does mean he should get to come first. childe's purpose is to satisfy him and he's clearly doing pretty poorly if he's got to be scolded. he murmurs an apology in between all the other nonsense pouring out of his mouth as he moves one of his hands back to the bed to help with his leverage as he shakily helps match scaramouche's pace. ] I'll be better, just don't stop. I want you to come, I want to see you satisfied.

[ This doesn't feel as nice as he thought it would - he assumed Childe would fight back, complain in his usual lively way. But like this, when he's in heat, he really is just submissive, isn't he?

He'll give him a kiss to the cheek - trying to signal that he's doing a good job as he keeps rocking into him. And it's only when he knows he's just about to come that he shifts, bringing his hand around his cock to take off the ring and murmur in his ear ]

Come for me.

[ he doesn’t think at all, instincts kicking into overdrive as Scaramouche removes the ring. he rocks back against him that much harder - seeing white - and coming the instant he’s told to. he covers himself in his own sticky seed, chest heaving as he pants to catch his breath. he murmurs a few choice snezhnayan curses as he promptly falls from cloud nine. he fixates his gaze on scaramouche, one hand moving to smear some of the cum he’s stained with, hand rising toward his superior’s lips. ] Taste me. [ now that he’s no longer stuck in the mind numbing haze of mounting desire he can think more clearly and what he wants is to see scaramouche squirm. ] Let me please you.

[ he should put him back in his place, but this, well. This is pretty nice. So he will lick his fingers, taking care of cleaning his hand up and making as much of a show of it as he can, eyes locked into Childe. He's so incredibly close too, the feeling of childe coming around him almost sending him to the edge by itself - but he's holding on, wanting to see just what he will do for him ]

I'm — not going to last much longer, brat.

… [ he’s pleasantly surprised to see scaramouche lick his fingers clean, but he doesn’t spent more than a second celebrating, because the other is currently sending him right back into a horny spiral. ]

Let me take care of things then. [ it’s a bit awkward to do so, but childe manages to flip them. he smirks down at Scaramouche as he starts riding him hard and fast, gravity helping him ( and the eggs ) deeper as childe swipes his hand through the cum on his chest to smear it over his nipples as he plays with them. ]

Look, Scaramouche, [ he tips his head, bangs obscuring a part of his face as one of his hands dip to the bulge in his stomach. ] enjoy the sight of how bred I am. This is something only you’ll get to see, ever. [ he leans down to kiss him breathless, his hand closing around his own dick as he tries to help himself through another orgasm. ]

[ Ah, shit. It really is quite the sight - the bulge in his stomach, the way Childe is bouncing on his cock, event he knowledge that his is his and his only. He doesn't think he'll ever let go of his jealousy but this, well. This is something he'll enjoy for himself alone.

He said he was close and he wasn't lying, so as he kisses him back, matching that same desperation, he ends up coming inside of him ]

[ childe smiles against his lips as he feels Scaramouche come, another couple of strokes sending him into his second orgasm. he sits up and smiles down at him, reaching for both of his hands and setting them on his stomach. ] Scaramouche… [ he feels drunk on the assortment of feelings, the pleasure going to his head again. ] Hah, I still can’t believe… that you sent me into heat. [ another laugh. ] Powerful~

Mmm ...

Doesn't that just mean you're a horny bitch? I'm not surprised. You did come onto me the moment I arrived.

[ smushes a hand straight into scaramouche's face. ] ...you're insufferable sometimes. We did a lot in that dream, or have you forgotten, and you can't tell me you didn't wake up with a boner...

Mmm ... I don't know what you're talking about.

[ but he wraps his arms around him ]

For tomorrow ... I want egg rolls and grilled fish.

Uh-huh, sure. [ doubt! but he still nestles back down on top of him. ] …egg rolls. [ snorts, rolling his eyes. ] I can do that. Oh, that reminds me… I bought you something for the dorm. I know you said you don’t care about being comfortable there, but I still hope you like it.

—What? Why the hell would you bother with that?

Because you’re going to invite me over next time, and your current room sucks. [ that’s not completely untrue! ] I’m spoiling myself, in a way. [ flashes him with a stupid grin. ] I think you’ll like it besides, so shut up and don’t complain.

Baritones has enough rooms that you don't need to buy another one on top of it. ... But I'll take it as your apology.

I don’t care how many rooms Baritones has. None of them are yours and yours alone, and I’m not fucking in one of those random rooms. Invite me over when the purchase goes though, I want to see it. [ grumbles, jabbing a finger into scaramouche’s chest and then splaying his fingers over it, eyes landing on his heart. hm. ]

Aren't you going to tell me what it is?

... Why are you looking at me like that.

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