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Maybe. Hell would suit me after all. I'd have the chance to bring chaos to so many people and worlds. Fascinating, don't you think?

I don't know. I guess it's got its perks... [ scaramouche doesn't give much of a fuck about people, so perhaps it is for the best. ]

Maybe I'll find somewhere else I want to go to. But I hate our world. And I never want to see it, or my creator, ever again.

[ there's a pause and then he rolls over so he can lay down on the bed properly, but he reaches for him to drag him with him, so he can have Childe on top of him this time ]

Will that break your heart?

[ stares at him, like this bitch[tm]. ]

I'll suck not to have you come back with me.

Enough that you don't want to pursue it then?

I never said that.

How unsurprisingly stubborn.

Isn't that part of my appeal?

Maybe.

[ he's going to bring his hand to the back of his head, pulling him close ]

And if I were to break your heart intentionally? what would you do?

Break you right back...
into a thousand pieces...
but not before taking your heart.

Aah, so you would just retaliate like that. I wonder what kind of face you'd make.

[ moves a hand to scaramouche's neck, thumb pressing into its center to start stifling his breathing. ] I'm not going to let you destroy me... not without returning the favor. I don't know, but I'm sure you'd enjoy it, lunatic. [ said almost fondly. ]

[ he laughs, though it's cut short with breathing becoming difficult ]

But that'd suit us more - wouldn't it?

Probably. [ applies a bit more pressure, his own smile stretching the width of his face; bordering maniac. ] Is that what you want?

[ he doesn't really know, but it's certainly the easiest way to deal with it. So he smiles, letting out a small pained noise as he feels the pressure increase, his hand tightening his hold on Childe's hair but not responding ]

[ childe doesn't let up at all... smirking like an asshole until he gasps. as soon as he starts fighting to breath he removes his hand and leans down to kiss him, taking his breath away that way. ]

[ he feels his lungs burning for air, his throat hurts and he thinks he's going to pass out soon if he keeps this up. And yet he kisses him back, pulling him closer and rocking against him, eager and desperate ]

[ he smirks, bodily pinning him as he’s ground into. ] Do you want me to fuck you, to breed you?

[ give him a moment to catch his breath, the moment he's free to do so he's getting as much as possible ]

Yes — I want you. I missed you. So you're not - allowed to leave now.

I missed you too. [ childe leans down and sinks his fangs into scaramouche's neck, feeding off him with a groan as he rocks into him. ] I'm going to take you and make you mine, Kuniku. [ he shifts his anatomy so he's got a knot, though it's not something that's going to be obvious at the moment. ]

[ there's a small, breathless laugh at that, but he rocks against him, tilting his head to give him better access ]

Talking about how I'm yours when — you can't belong to me. That's really greedy ...

[ bites him harder, huffing against the side of his neck. ] ...you have the exclusive right to breed me, Kuniku.

[ is that supposed to be punishment, because he clearly likes it despite the pain, and the noise he lets out makes it clear ]

Maybe I should do that in front of everyone. Show you off when you're needy and begging to be stuffed full.

No. [ a feral growl. ] I have no intention of sharing that with anybody. [ he sits up and licks his fangs clean of any excess blood, a hand returning to scara's neck to brand him with his riptide symbol. ] Your eyes only.

[ despite his words just now, he likes that Childe rejects that immediately and says it's for his eyes only. There's another small moan at the mark, just at the thought of it, and he moves his hand down his back and to Childe's ass, his hand dipping into his pants to touch and grope him ]

I like the way you say my name.

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