[ ...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.
...a- ahah. I can't tell if you, if you're being serious, Scaramouche... [ dear celestia the thought of scara banging his door down to shove him over and ride him until he's satisfied has him coming again, and filling him beyond his limit as he digs his nails in to hold him in place so he has no choice but to take it. ]
[ childe pants against the side of his head, doing his best to catch his breath, but inevitably being like 'fuck it' and turning his own to kiss him a couple of times. ] Need to... knot needs t- to shrink... [ holds him tight. ] Have to stay for a little longer... [ presses his hand to his stomach and marks him with his riptide mark, making him able to tolerate more of the pain he's feeling easier. he just died, so his mark faded from zhongli, so he can use it freely right now. ]
[ He can tell it's making it easier to withstand this, and his brain is still so full of pheromones that he doesn't care about being marked, but he is curious ]
Mark. It’ll help with the pain… [ going to stroke it, feeling oddly possessive now and again. ] Less than an hour, so long as you keep from turning me on some more.
Theoretically. I can’t pull out until it shrinks… [ he could, but it’s severely damage the both of them. ] Why do you ask, is that what you’d like? [ noses the marks scattered over his neck. ]
[ x doubt. ] It does feel nice. [ slides his down along his stomach and to his thighs, spreading them just a little bit wider, so he can idly start rocking into him. ]
[ fuck, that's too much right now. He feels overstimulated and though he's not feeling pain, he's sensitive, and even that is just a bit too much. He let's out a soft noice, both hands going to Childe's shoulder again ]
...feel so fucken good, Scara, can't... help it. [ he does manage to still himself, nodding against the side of his head. ] Show me. I won't say a word to anybody, I promise. And it'll simply add some more fuel to the fire... we can burn this place to the ground together.
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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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I like it so much I'm going to come force you down and ride your cock every single day from now on.
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So - full, aaah ...
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[ He can tell it's making it easier to withstand this, and his brain is still so full of pheromones that he doesn't care about being marked, but he is curious ]
How long is it going to take?
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Do you really — want to see? My corruptions.
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