Ask me nicely and maybe I'll consider it. [ sound familiar you little shit. childe shoves scaramouche back, and goes back to looming over him; all five of his tails twitching behind him as if he can't wait to sink his teeth into him. ] Look at how pathetic the Sixth Harbinger has become. [ as he leans down to kiss his neck he reaches between them, gently rubbing his palm over scaramouche's dick. ] Beg like the bitch you are.
...and I will. I don't intend to leave you hanging. [ BUT HE FUCKEN SHOULD. childe removes his pants and kicks them aside, revealing the bottom portion of his glowing tattoo and his canine dick. ] Here's to hoping I don't break you. [ a laugh as he helps scaramouche into his lap, rocking his hips up toward the clef of his ass. ] You're still wearing too much... strip for me. [ releases another heaping helping of pheromones in an attempt to convince him to follow his orders. ] You wouldn't want to disappoint your alpha, would you, ..?
[ this fucking asshole. It's taking all his willpower to focus on whatever's left of his own will. Everything is screaming at him to follow the orders, that he wants to please Childe. He wants to be good for him. ]
No — no one can see. Stop it ...
[ Saying no shouldn't hurt this much and yet, it does ]
[ reaches for his chin, tipping his head back, so he can look into his eyes. ] Scaramouche. [ speaks against his lips, ] if they did something to you, then we’ll kill them together when the time comes to burn this place to the ground. [ what would be more fun, anyway! ]
[ he tugs his pants down enough to free his dick, taking it in hand and stroking him languidly. ] Look how cute you are when you’re so… needy.
[ he whines again as he looks up at him, his hand reaching over for him, moving to his chest and further down, wanting to touch his dick and feel the shape of it in his hand ]
[ now he’s just concerned for a number of reasons, but he’ll drop it, instead taking scaramouche’s hand and bringing it to his dick. ] Be good then. [ moves his own hands to his back, grabbing handfuls of his ass and playing with him roughly. ]
[ it should be painful but he's so high on pheromones that even that is a turn on. He'll grip on Childe's dick properly, starting to jerk him off as he moves back on his fingers, desperately trying to fuck himself on them ]
So good — it's been years, I want you so badly. Fuck me, Tartaglia.
[ rocks up into scara’s hand as he runs a finger along the right rim of his asshole. ] …far too long. I bet you’re real tight, [ nips at his neck. ] but you’ll end up being such a perfect fit for me, I just know it. [ a chuckle that turns into a growl as he does dip a finger into him, testing the waters, so to speak. ] I need to prep you, Scara, or I will in fact break you. Turn around and stick your ass in the air for me. It won’t be much longer, I promise~
[ there's a soft noise as he pushes into him - and just like Childe guessed, he's pretty tight.
He'd hate giving into him like this normally but right now he can't help it, and the moment Childe asks him to move he does as instructed, turning around and getting on his hands and knees, pressing himself down so his ass is up in the air and he's exposing himself for him ]
[ childe's not surprised. he has to wonder how scaramouche ever got his rocks off back in teyvat, since he can't imagine most people wanted to go near him once he opened his mouth. he was beautiful, sure, but his attitude was generally a real fucken turn off. ]
[ once he turns around and sticks his ass in the air childe is grabbing one of his ass cheeks again, spreading to reveal his cute little asshole. ] I have lube, so this won't take long. [ he digs around in the nest for a few seconds to produce a bottle, tearing the lid off with his teeth to hastily coat his fingers, so he can work on stretching him. ]
I never thought I'd hear that word out of your mouth.
[ and he never will again!! How dare he make him say that. But now all he can think of is pleasing him, and so he enjoys the attention and pleasing him ]
I'll say it as many times as you want me to, just fuck me.
[ ...fuck. childe's just going to have to burn this moment in time into his mind for the rest of forever. he continues working him open, adding another finger and scissoring him to loosen the muscle as best he can, but he's swiftly losing his patience, and with how scaramouche is talking to him, begging for him, he just doesn't care to bother anymore. he removes his fingers and grabs a hold of his hips, aligning himself. ] Never forget how I feel, Scaramouche. [ and with a quick snap of his hips he buries himself completely inside him, his eyelids fluttering closed as he fills the room with a loud groan. ]
[ Finally. Finally! Given how long it's been since his last time he could have used some more preparation, but he's fine with it. Waiting was definitely more painful and the moment he feels Childe forcing his way in he just lets out a loud noise of pleasure, not at all shameless about it ]
More, more, come on - give me everything you've got!
[ dammit. this little shit is going to be the death of him. he loves how he is like this, howling his pleasure and demanding more. he digs his nails in, hard enough to leave marks, as he sets a rough and punishing pace; fucking him full with each and every thrust. ] I will, Scara, and then some. Get drunk on my dick and never forget how this feels. [ growls, ears pinning back as he tugs him back, trying to delve deeper as his mind soars past the point of no return. he feels so good, so fucken tight, and it's mind numbing. ]
[ the rougher Childe gets the more he seems to be enjoying it, even when he eventually can't take the pace anymore and feels himself collapse fully on the ground. It won't take him long for him to come, with the pace at which Childe he's going, but he doesn't seem to care how shameful that's going to be. He's loud too, moaning and making certain to let Childe know just how much he's enjoying ]
That's right — that's how I want it. So good, Tartaglia, you feel so big, I want you to keep defiling me—
[ somehow he doesn't feel as in control as he should be for someone that's almost knot deep in their fellow harbinger... because all of the shit that keeps falling out of scaramouche's mouth is enough to start making his mask break. dying a few short minutes ago had certainly worn on him, but this... defiling him. he wants to fuck him so hard and so deep and his baser instincts are starting to bubble up. ] Have more then, Scaramouche, more more more. [ he slides his hands from his hips up his sides and then around to his front, fingers pinching at his nipples before he palms his chest and forces him back onto his dick, so he can shove the entirely of his swollen knot into him. ] I'm going to fuck you so full. Everybody's going to smell me on you and know that you're mine to fuck.
[ he's coming the moment he feels his knot push into him and wow, that's just too much. He feels like his entire body is on fire, hole twitching around Childe's cock but it's not enough and that combined with him pinching at his nipple just make him cry out as he arches his back into it, trying to entice him further ]
Yes, yes, just like that. Mark me and take me in any way you can — fill me up with your cum and make me cry more. I'm yours, right? So go ahead already!
[ childe sits up and brings scaramouche back with him, letting gravity drag him down the length of his cock as he continues to snap his hips up, hard. he growls into his ear, sinking his teeth into his neck and oh. so. tempted. to tear at him - to eat him up completely. he pushes those strange thoughts down, but the growling persists, his hand dipping down to press into his stomach where he can feel himself move. ] I'll leave a dozen marks on you if I have to. [ his eyes brighten some more, his mask continuing to crumble, as he finally comes - filling scaramouche up to the brim and then some. ] Never forget. [ sinks his teeth into his shoulder, stifling his own groan as he makes another mark. ]
As if I — Could ever forget you, even when I wanted to.
[ he catches his breath, letting out a low whine at the feeling of it all - how full he is, the sting of Childe's bite on his shoulder and the immense feeling of pleasure at having satisfied the Alpha in the room. ]
… [ he hasn’t been expecting to hear him say that, so while his grip on Scaramouche tightens he mumbled something under his breath akin to ‘you’re just saying that’. ]
How does it feel to be this full, Scara, [ dips his hand down to smear scara’s own cum over his dick. ] was it mind blowing?
I can do that. [ and he'll feel childe's knot swell at the thought alone, but then he's rocking into him again, jerking him off in time to each thrust. ] You feel so fucken good, Balladeer. [ his other hand slides up from his stomach to flick across his nipples. ]
[ he's getting hard again pretty fast at that body trembling at the feeling of Childe moving inside of him when it feels like he can't get any more full than this, breath coming into ragged gasps for air. ]
Who do you think you're talking to? Of course my body feels great.
...little bastard. [ said affectionately as he peppers his neck in kisses, eventually sucking another dark red mark into his fair skin. ] Tell me how much you love my dick, Scara, especially now.
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Fuck me, come on, just fuck me already. You said you're going to — fill me up.
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No — no one can see. Stop it ...
[ Saying no shouldn't hurt this much and yet, it does ]
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[ he tugs his pants down enough to free his dick, taking it in hand and stroking him languidly. ] Look how cute you are when you’re so… needy.
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I'll be good.
Anything but that.
You don't need me naked to fuck me. Please.
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So good — it's been years, I want you so badly. Fuck me, Tartaglia.
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He'd hate giving into him like this normally but right now he can't help it, and the moment Childe asks him to move he does as instructed, turning around and getting on his hands and knees, pressing himself down so his ass is up in the air and he's exposing himself for him ]
Please—
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[ once he turns around and sticks his ass in the air childe is grabbing one of his ass cheeks again, spreading to reveal his cute little asshole. ] I have lube, so this won't take long. [ he digs around in the nest for a few seconds to produce a bottle, tearing the lid off with his teeth to hastily coat his fingers, so he can work on stretching him. ]
I never thought I'd hear that word out of your mouth.
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I'll say it as many times as you want me to, just fuck me.
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More, more, come on - give me everything you've got!
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That's right — that's how I want it. So good, Tartaglia, you feel so big, I want you to keep defiling me—
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Yes, yes, just like that. Mark me and take me in any way you can — fill me up with your cum and make me cry more. I'm yours, right? So go ahead already!
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[ he catches his breath, letting out a low whine at the feeling of it all - how full he is, the sting of Childe's bite on his shoulder and the immense feeling of pleasure at having satisfied the Alpha in the room. ]
I missed you too.
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How does it feel to be this full, Scara, [ dips his hand down to smear scara’s own cum over his dick. ] was it mind blowing?
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I could — use a repeat.
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Who do you think you're talking to? Of course my body feels great.
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