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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?

[ not his best or brightest idea, but clarity is swiftly returning and he’s not sure he feels like fucking around anymore. ] I don’t know. I didn’t think we would be having another one of these conversations. [ he sets a hand on his stomach and presses down, removing the mark and trying to force all the come out of him. ]

[ fuck. That hurts, but it's hot. So hot. His cock is already getting half hard despite the pain and discomfort, and he smirks at Childe's words ]

Shouldn't you be happy? I'm agreeing to your ridiculous request. So if you want something exclusive from me, I'll give it to you. But you need to decide.

It’s not ridiculous. I don’t need anything. I was fine giving you something and getting nothing, since you seemed to enjoy having something no one else could ever do… but if you’re going to keep pushing the envelope, [ and, quite frankly, pissing him off. ] then maybe I should ask for something too.

[ but he has no ideas because he doesn’t care. he keeps his hand in place and continues adding pressure on top of pressure, fingers eventually trailing to his half hard dick, so he can place his mark on its head. ]

Why can’t you just focus on us when we’re together? [ strokes him roughly, the mark doubling the pleasure of each stroke. ] Stop thinking about them. You’re the only one that matters right now!

If you can't think of anything that you want to be yours only then — do you actually want me?

[ he knows it's ridiculous, but he's trying to push Childe further - as always. But Childe manages to shut him up properly, and this time his hand reaches for his, not trying to stop him but keeping it there as he arches his back ]

Is it that easy for you to stop - thinking about your lovers being with others too? I can't do it just like that.

Of course I do! …don’t be stupid. I want you. I need you. [ he doesn’t let up in the slightest, at least until it seems like Scaramouche might come. then he’s still his hand and squeezing the base of his dick, so he can’t. ]

It hadn’t been easy at first and now and again it still bothers me, but there’s nothing I can do about it. If it makes them happy, then… who am I to impeded on that. And if you want other people, then… I’ll just have to accept that too. But I’ll let you in on a little secret, Kuniku, … [ and this time he’s grabbing his throat, eyes glowing as his expression twists into something positively insane. ] ꀤꄙ ꀤ ꇃꁏꌈ꒒ꂡ ꁍꏹꋖ ꁲꅐꁲꂖ ꅐꀤꋖꀍ ꀤꋖ ꂖꁏꌈ’ꂡ ꁲ꒒꒒ ꂵꏹ ꂵꀤꋊꏹ ꁲꋊꂡ ꂵꀤꋊꏹ ꁲ꒒ꁏꋊꏹ ꄙꁏꋪꏹꃴꏹꋪ. [ ever heard abyssal Scaramouche? because that’s what he’s speaking. ]

[ he's heard abyssal, but that doesn't mean he understands it. Not that it matters, because he's a lot more focused on Childe being an asshole and not letting him come after working him up like this, so he's whining under his touch ]

Don't just tease me like this—!

Beg me to come. I want to see you at the end of your rope. [ and to help he’ll release a small amount of pheromones. ] I bet coming right now would feel soooo good. [ smirks, leaning down to fit a few fingers into his ass, so he can work him in tandem. ]

[ That's cheating and he hates him (no, he doesn't). There's another loud cry and he's writhing underneath him, not wanting to give in but the pheromones and the pleasure make it too hard to resist ]

Come on, come on, just let me —

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