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[ 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.

[ he removes his fingers and shifts, grabbing a hold of his own dick and pressing the head against scara’s barely stretched hole. he doesn’t feel like waiting anymore, he’s honestly uncertain he can, so he starts easing into him. the hand he held to his mask is brought to his lips for a kiss and then let go, so he can lean down and kiss him properly over and over and over. ] Are you ready..? [ not like it’s going to matter much, but he’s trying to be some kind of considerate. ]

[ he doesn't answer - instead he shifts to move toward him, to force him to push in regardless. He kisses him back, a little breathless, but eager and wanting ]

I'm not - that fragile, you know.

[ childe smirks against his lips. ] No, but my knot is bound to hurt, since it's been a few days since I've gotten a chance to release. I really do hope you can take it all, [ and then with one sharp and pointed thrust he buries himself inside scaramouche up until his bulbous knot. ] because you no longer have a choice. [ he fits a hand in between them, tracing the riptide mark with his claw to etch it lightly into scara's skin. ] I want to see you writhing in an excess of pleasure.

[ well he's getting exactly what he wants, the pain and pleasure mixing together as Childe traces the riptide mark and he feels him pushing fully inside of him. He feels breathless all over again, and he arches his back, his hands clawing down Childe's back as he desperately tries to hold onto him ]

If you — try to leave me, I'm going to kill you and everything you hold dear, right in front of you.

[ childe sits back and drags scaramouche into his lap. at this point gravity can do most of the work, since childe is reaching for scaramouche's chin and tipping it back so he can look at him. ] Kunikuzushi... you're not leaving me either, and if you try I'm going to kill you and take your heart back with me. [ he grabs his hips with his clawed hand to hold him in place as he starts fucking him roughly, churning his insides with each and every thrust. ]

[ he should respond to him, but words are pretty much failing him, and all he can do is moan as he's fucked roughly. This is exactly the sort of thing he likes - threats and rough sex, to hell with stupid declarations like "I'll make you happy" or whatever else. This is the sort of thing that suits him more.

And it feels great, to be filled up like this, to feel how much Childe wants him, and each rough thrusts and scratch of that clawed hand just make him feel on fire ]

You have no idea - how funny that is to hear. Aah ...

I'm not laughing. [ it's hissed against the side of his head as he digs his nails in even harder, so he can fuck him that much deeper. the knot slams into his poor, abused hole with each thrust, but childe can't quite force it into him. it's already big ( getting bigger ) and he knows he's got to do it before it's too late. he doesn't want to spill a single drop of his seed... not when he's promised it all to scaramouche... ] You're not leaving me. [ a growl this time, low and guttural, as he sinks his fangs into his neck. he drinks just a little bit before rinsings and repeating... mostly intent on marking him the fuck up rather than just filling his belly full of blood. ]

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