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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.

[ he trails a finger along the subtle curve of his neck, nails sharpening to claws, so he can shred his clothing as he moves his hand down his chest. eventually he sets the flat of it on his lower stomach, placing the mark there instead, so scaramouche has his own womb tattoo. ] Kunikuzushi. [ captures his lips for a kiss as he tries to wriggle out of his own pants. ] What would you like, hm, to fuck me or will you let me fuck you?

[ What a difficult choice. The thought of fucking Childe into the mattress until he's spent and satisfied is tempting, but he likes the way Childe is dominating right now, and he wonders how far he can push it. So he leans in to talk in his ear ]

Breed me.

[ even though childe doesn’t fluster at the mention of breeding anymore it’s still a taboo word, spurring a number of intense carnal desires that swiftly overtake all rational thought. he growls his answer, throwing caution to the window and shredding both their clothes to ribbons. he admires how Scaramouche looks laid bare to him, leaning down to swirl his tongue over his nipples as he ruts uselessly against his ass. ] I’m going to breed you so good. You’ll like that, right, to be so full of my seed?

[ he arches his back into him, hands going to his shoulders now and nails digging into his skin, a little rough as he rocks back against him and lets out another pleased noise ]

That's right, just like that, I want to be so full I won't be able to think of anything else. I want to see - how much you want me.

No one and no thing else. Just me… me me me. [ he pulls back and moves scaramouche’s legs over his shoulders, so he can bury his face in between his plump cheeks, spreading them and spearing him on his tongue. he hums against his skin, nails marking his pristine thighs as he tongue fucks him… half out of a desire to prep him and half out of sheer impatience. ]

[ well he didn't expect him to go for that now. But he's not complaining, and in fact, he's getting louder with his cries of pleasure. Good thing Baritones rooms are sound-proof ]

I was — so angry that you'd been ignoring me. I'd set that ringtone to make sure I'd knew it was you - just so I could ignore you if you contacted me.

… [ he slows, head clearing for a moment. ] It was bad and I hated it. I still hate it, but… but a number of people saw the things I keep to myself, saw things I don’t even like to admit to myself… I know my future is bleak, but I try not to think about it. But I was coming apart at the seams, losing myself, eventually forgetting everything and withering away completely.

…why didn’t you come see me? I wanted you to come seem me.

[ this is a bad position to be having a serious conversation in, but it’s easier to be honest when he’s overwhelmed by pleasure, too careless for filters ]

I didn’t want to hear you were busy with others.

[ since his mouth is preoccupied he eases a couple of fingers into him, finding a suitably harsh pace with which to fuck him in seconds. ] I don’t have forever. Every day, every hour, every minute… it’s all precious. Dont hide yourself away. [ he sits up just a little bit more, grabbing onto of scara’s hands and moving it to his mask, which is in pretty rough shape. ] It still hurts.

[ he's panting, moving against Childe as much as he can and clearly getting lost in the moment. He's only using his fingers and yet he already feels close to the edge, the words not really registering for a few moments, though he seems to consider them once he's touching his mask ]

I'll try.

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