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[ 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.

Fine. [ presses in on his stomach. ] …you look real good like this, Scara. Like you’ve been bred. [ noses the back of his neck, gliding his tongue along the spot where his scent gland would be. ] I want to see you birth a few eggs sometime.

[ there's a short laugh at that, and then he hums, like he's thinking about it ]

Fill me with them, then.

I’ll have to buy some just for you. [ peppers a few kisses along his neck and shoulder. ] …as soon as my knot shrinks I’ll fill you up all over again.

How many do you want?

I wouldn't be able to take eleven like you, mmm? Not in the waking world.

Six.

Eleven would be a bit much. [ kisses his cheek, ] Six it is then. [ his hand trails down from his stomach to scaramouche’s deck, fingers idly ghosting over the tip. ] I wonder if you’ll come again. Do you like being full, Kuniku, do you like when I fuck you?

[ he shuggers at the touch, bringing his hand to the back of Chile's neck and keeping it there ]

I do. And I like seeing the way you look at me when I'm full of you and at your mercy.

As soon as you’re full I’m bringing you into the other room. [ he motions with one of his tails to the door to the upgrade he bought him. ] I want to see you give birth somewhere as beautiful as you.

[ that's an odd request and he clearly hadn't expected him to want to move things there ]

You want me to give birth to your eggs there. Are you sure it's not just because you gifted the room?

I do… and that might have a little bit to do with it, but I still think it would be nice. Different. Special.

... Fine. If that's what you want, I'll give you a show you won't soon forget.

But I have a request as well.

What is it?

I will buy you a collar, and you will wear it. All the time.

I don’t want to wear a collar! I’m not a dog. [ hm. ] A literal dog. [ hm! ] …that’s a bit much. [ brings a hand to his own neck. ]

I'll let you choose one that strikes your fancy.

[ with childe bringing his hand to his neck, he leans in to kiss his cheek, and then behind his ear, clearly trying to entice him ]

I want something more tangible than the exclusive rights to breed you.

I’m not wearing a collar like an animal. [ even if it would match with his unit’s aesthetic. ] Why can’t it be something more normal… [ as soon as Scaramouche leans in to whisper at his ear he snaps his hips forward, trying to punch the air out of him. ] Now *youre* being greedy.

[ that earns him a moan, and he bites on his lip, taking a few moments to adjust again and focus on making his argument ]

So I'm supposed to — share you and know you belong to others, but they can't have a reminder that you're mine too?

[ and there it is. ] Let me think about it, and what we could do if you’re interested in that kind of thing. It’s not like I wear anything from anybody else to flaunt my status as… ‘claimed’.

They didn't ask you. But I'm asking.

[ does he want to rub in everyone's face that he has his claim? yeah. ]

And since you have lovers, if I feel like sleeping with someone else, I can do that. You won't say no to that, no?

[ ofc… ]

I know I can’t… [ this is why he hates these open style relationships. his eyes do briefly narrow and he once again thrusts into Scaramouche, mostly because he wants him to shut the fuck up. ] But I don’t want to hear about the other people you choose to let fuck you.

[ he doesn’t wait for his knot to shrink fully and instead just pulls out, which probably hurts them both a bit. ]

I gave you the exclusive right to breed me and what exclusivity do I have from you, hm?

[ fuck. That does hurt, and it shows on his face, though he brings a hand to cover it ]

What do you want?

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