I thought we were trying to sleep. I can't sleep thinking about you sucking me off... for breakfast, no less! I'm in heat, you can't do this... [ whines. ]
I... I hate you. [ he had been about to touch himself. he turns back around and grabs scaramouche, rutting his dick at him. ] I don't want to wait. I want you now. [ he touches his tattoo and scoots impossibly closer, trying to bury his face in the crook of his neck. ]
Let me suck you off. [ and he doesn’t wait for an answer before he dives under the blankets and buries his face right between scaramouche’s legs, nosing the length of his dick as he tries to refrain from licking it until he’s got the okay. ]
[ So much for sleeping, but he has to say it's his own fault. He lets out a soft gasp, cock twitching in interest just at that slight contact, and he has to think about what he wants to do ]
I don’t care. [ leans into the touch and then swiftly kisses him. ] If that’s the only downside, then I’d say it’s worth it. [ sinks back down and disappears back until the blanket, ears twitching as the fabric tries to flatten them. ]
[ takes Scaramouche in hand and jerks him a couple of times before feeding his length into his mouth to suck on. he wishes he could see his face, but he can at the very least imagine how blissed out he’ll look by the end of it. ]
[ well he's certainly enjoying himself now, and he lets out a soft, pleased groan as Childe starts working on him, his hand gripping on his hair a little ]
[ snorts, hooking one of his legs over his shoulder, so he can run a finger along the rim of his hole. oh, he’s got a surprise for you, Scaramouche, hope you’re ready… because after childe is done teasing him he’ll feel something press into him - a small bullet vibrator. ]
[ he lifts his head, lapping at the head of his dick as he snickers. ] I wouldn’t mind seeing you stuffed full, Scara, but this will have to do. [ and he turns it on. ]
...sharing the pleasure. I don't have eggs to push inside you, but I do have a number of my favorite toys, one of which is this. [ closes his mouth around his cock a moment later, dialing up the intensity of the bullet to its max. ]
[ and here he thought he was in control of this. He arches his back, barely holding back a cry but there's still a whine coming out of his lips, the intensity of the vibe and Childe's mouth too much for him right now ]
[ childe doesn't let up in the slightest and even shifts to be able to deep throat scaramouche. he groans from around him, wriggling his hips in an attempt to spur some friction for himself, but it's too difficult in his current position. he, instead, decides to focus solely on his superior; fitting a couple of fingers inside him and finger fucking that bullet vibrator straight into his prostate, so he can feel something similar to what he felt earlier. ]
[ that's cheating. He grips on his air tightly as the room gets filled with his moans of pleasure, unable to hold his voice back as Childe takes him in fully and pushes the vibrator right against his prostate. And soon enough he's going to force him further down as he comes deep inside his throat with his name on his lips ]
[ childe shudders, groaning right before scaramouche releases. the sound is stifled as he swallows the flood of cum that fills him. he sits up, licking his lips clean of anything and everything as he stares down scaramouche. ] You taste real good, Scara.
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I'm not taking the gnosis.
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You should.
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I'm sucking you off first thing in the morning.
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You'll - regret this in the morning.
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[ but once Childe is peering up, he'll bring his hand over his head ]
But you win. Satisfy me.
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[ takes Scaramouche in hand and jerks him a couple of times before feeding his length into his mouth to suck on. he wishes he could see his face, but he can at the very least imagine how blissed out he’ll look by the end of it. ]
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What a - spoiled brat, aah...
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[ he lifts his head, lapping at the head of his dick as he snickers. ] I wouldn’t mind seeing you stuffed full, Scara, but this will have to do. [ and he turns it on. ]
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What — do you think you're doing?!
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Fuck, just like that, come on. Don't -- stop now.
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that's a nope. ]
[ childe doesn't let up in the slightest and even shifts to be able to deep throat scaramouche. he groans from around him, wriggling his hips in an attempt to spur some friction for himself, but it's too difficult in his current position. he, instead, decides to focus solely on his superior; fitting a couple of fingers inside him and finger fucking that bullet vibrator straight into his prostate, so he can feel something similar to what he felt earlier. ]
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Tartaglia—!
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Fuck.
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