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—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.

A mindless bloodthirsty monster with a giant cock.

It's not so different from how things already were back home.

[ wow, wtf, rude. ] My dick is a result of my chosen animal, asshole, and you liked it so stop complaining. I bet you’d have a real hard time fucking my foul legacy. [ sneers. ] I’d break you in half, probably! [ pinches his nipples. ] And you’d like it I’m sure. [ nips at his neck. ] I also have a couple of tattoos… [ he’ll show him the ones on his arm and ankle… and then sit back a bit so he can see the one over his womb. that one comes off as real sus. ]

I can fuck — any form of yours.

[ His voice is cut off by a moan at the touches and kisses, and it takes him a few moments to even focus on the tattoos that he's showing him. And of course, he immediately slaps his hand right on the one on the womb ]

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