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...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. ]

[ fuck, that's so nice. He follows him shortly after, crying out Tartaglia's name and resting against his shoulder as he catches his breath ]

So - full, aaah ...

[ 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. ]

—What's that?

[ 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?

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.

... But if I wanted more, I could make you stay right inside me for as long as I want. Is that right?

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. ]

No reason. It feels nice, being filled up like this.

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[ 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 ]

Do you really — want to see? My corruptions.

...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.

You can't — cut them. But you can take them off.

[ he's talking about his clothes, obviously ]

And if you — tell this to anyone, I'm going to kill you.

Fine fiiiine. I'll be good... [ he starts carefully peeling scara's clothes off, like he's unwrapping a present. ] I'm not going to tell anybody. We might not be serving the Tsaritsa right now, but we're still Fatui and I can keep a fucken secret. I'll tell you about the bullshit they did to me as compensation if that helps too...

Do you really think it matters to me? Being Fatui.

[ he shifts just to make the unwrapping easier, and his corruptions make themselves obvious the moment he unveils enough - the doll joints on his elbows and knees ]

…apparently not. It means something to me. You lunatics became like my second fam…
ily… [ oh, this is… he frowns, running his fingers along the joints of his arms. ] I bet they think this is amusing. Do they hurt?

No. They're just unsightly.

And yet you still wanted to fuck me.

Because I don’t care what you look like. I like that you’re an insufferable prick. It’s got it’s charm… sometimes. And you find ways to put up with me, so that’s got to count for something. [ chuckles into the shell of his ear. ]

It's so annoying. Everything about this place is just a drag. But at least ...

[ he's going to shift a little, moving on his cock, trying to entice him further ]

I can use you as my personal fucktoy.

It is kind of boring. [ moves his hands to his hips to hold him in place as he rocks into him again. ] But the last game we had was a lot of fun. We were pitted against each other and the environment. It finally broke up the monotony. [ he got to kill-! so he’s sated… a bit. ] Hah, I guess you really do like my dick then, huh. [ tries to coax him into turning his head so they can kiss. ]

It's decently satisfying.

[ Someone's getting back to being his usual self. He'll kiss him back, though, a little rough ]

[ returns the kiss with an equal amount of roughness. ] Did you want to know about my corruptions?

I'm not giving you information about myself without expecting any in return.

Oho. And what if I didn't bother sharing anything, hm? Going to fuck it out of me?

[ he hums at the question, leaning in to kiss at his neck, and then right behind his ear ]

Please.

[ he sets his chin on his shoulder. ] My Foul Legacy isn’t mine to control anymore, and they’ve made a mockery of it. If my mask breaks, then I change… and I’m not really myself. Just a mindless and bloodthirsty monster.

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