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[ 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. ]

[ he was already at his limit, so it's no surprise that he comes the moment he feels his teeth against his neck, unable to hold back at all. And yet even then he doesn't feel satisfied, still riding Childe's cock for all it's worth, wanting to force his knot into him even if it hurts. The pain, too, is welcomed after all ]

I don't have — a heart. It's just the gnosis.

It's... It's mine then. I'm taking it back with me if you refuse to come. I'm not letting you leave me, Kuniku. [ he bites him one last time, drinking enough of his blood to make him feel light headed as one final and particularly rough thrusts earns scaramouche his knot. childe stills for about half a second, the realization hitting him, and instantly driving all of his senses wild. he bends scaramouche in half and shoves him back down on the bed as he fucks him with everything he's got. his knot continues to swell until the moment he cums, emptying himself into scaramouche and bloating him with his seed. he palms the riptide mark, the touch to it likely sending another mind blowing wave of pleasure through him. ]

[ he wants to protest his words - he already said he's not coming back — but then he finally does push his knot in and everything after that is just a blur. He doesn't know if it's the way he bends him in half or the increased pleasure from the riptide, but he's coming again with a loud cry, body trembling against him as the pleasure washes over him, too much and overwhelming ]

Tartaglia—!

[ childe's not giving him a chance to. he remembers what he said, but he doesn't care. he doesn't want to lose him. teyvat might not be perfect, but... he'd still like to go back and he'd like him to be there too. ]

[ he continues thrusting for another couple of minutes, riding out his orgasm and ensuring there's nothing left to come. it's after that that he stills, sinking down into him as his tails and ears go limp. he's exhausted. physically and emotionally at this point. ]

[ he's taking a few moments to catch his breath as well - his eyes on Childe and his face the entire time, like he doesn't want to risk him getting away if he blinks for even a second. It's only a bit later that he finally speaks again ]

Maybe you should have fucked me first and talked later.

[ huffs a laugh and turns Scaramouche, so he can lay beside him. he keeps his arms wrapped around him, so he can’t leave, fingers idly tracing the mark again. ] We weren’t bad at multitasking…

Mmmm... then keep all the serious conversation for when you're fucking me. That sounds good to me.

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