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[ 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.

No. It’s a surprise.

[ doesn’t answer him right away. ] I’m just curious… if it’s still here.

[ oh. ]

Do you want to cut me open to see? I would just revive.

…I would have to get a pep! at worst and a sensitIV at best, but [ his eyes flicker up to meet scaramouche’s. ] I do.

Or you could leave my dead body here and wait for the lady to do her job

[ he's bringing his hand over Childe's on his chest, looking at him ]

What would you do? If it's still there. Would you take it for yourself?

[ childe's expression instantly sours. ] No. I don't want her to ever lay another hand on you ever again. [ he's a little tense, but he wills himself to relax. ]

I would. [ looks up at him and flashes a predatory grin. ] I bet it's gorgeous, even better than that I took in the dream.

Mmmm ... but if it is there, then I'll need it to live, won't I? It is a god's heart after all.

Do you think it could have replaced your heart?

I think this is not a conversation for while I’m inside you and you’re full of eggs.

But I’d let you cut me open.

[ childe rocks against scaramouche with a laugh. ]

Fine. We'll do it in your new room some other time.

[ oh. That’s nice and he lets out a soft groan at that ]

Cutting me open - or talking about it?

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