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[ 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 —

[ it’s absolutely cheating. ] Go on, Kuniku, I didn’t quite get that. Let you what, and how would you like to, hm, between us like this… in my mouth, do you want to fuck me tonight?

I want to cum, please — please let me cum, your mouth— I want your mouth!

[ he's going to hate pleading him like this, but he's at his limit - what else is he supposed to do? ]

[ childe is going to be cruel for another couple of minutes, opening his mouth and flicking his tongue at Scaramouche like he might go down on him… but then he just sits there, grinning like an asshole. he gets another few languid strokes before childe finally gives in, leaning down to completely engulf him, so he releases his hold to let him come. ]

[ HE WILL HAVE HIS REVENGE. But for now, he doesn't care. His hand goes to Childe's hair, gripping on it tightly as he rocks his hips forward, fucking Childe's mouth with little care for his comfort. But thankfully for him, it doesn't last long, because he's coming shortly after, spilling inside his mouth and holding him down on his cock to make sure he won't miss a single drop. ]

[ all of this is expected of Scaramouche, so childe doesn’t complain… not that he can with a mouth full of cock. he revels in the pain besides, the way Scaramouche he fucks his mouth and pulls his hair… and he eagerly drinks up his release, reaching back to swat at the hand holding him down once he’s finished. ] Here, have a taste. [ his lips are on scara’s a moment later, kissing him deeply and groaning into his mouth, because now he’s hard all over again. ]

[ he kisses him back eagerly, tasting himself on his lips and tongue and loving every moment of it. His arms go around him, pulling him close and holding him there as he moans against his lips ]

You're - such an asshole.

It takes one to know one. [ flops half on Scaramouche, removing the mark from his dick and simply trailing a hand up and down his chest. ] Do you go in that room at all… [ the upgrade. ]

When I feel like it. Why are you asking?

I was just curious. I wanted to know if you liked it.

... I like it.

[ he leans in, licking at Childe's lips ]

But I only go when I want to be on my own and forget about everything and everyone.

…ah. [ so he’s not sure if he’ll ever get to go there with him if that’s the case. ] I’m glad though. Maybe one of these days I’ll get to see that smile of yours. [ and he’ll just rudely tug on his face like an asshole. ]

[ HE'S GOING TO SLAP HIS HANDS AWAY!! but— ]

...It's nice. It feels relaxing and it's a small pocket of peace. I don't have to pretend with Baritones anymore, but it's still good to have a place for myself to be myself in.

[ a laugh, but he follows it up with a kiss once Scaramouche has spoken. ]

This is your fault by the way. [ subtly rocks into him to show that he’s hard once more. ]

[ there's a low hum at the feeling of Childe's hard cock against him, and a glint of interest in his eyes even though he has just come, and he's pretty sure he needs to rest ]

Is it? Then I want to hear how much you enjoyed driving me crazy, so much so you ended up getting hard for me again.

[ kisses him toward the end to shut him up, idly rocking into him as he tries to think of what to say. his mind is a messy swirl of horny again, so it’s pretty hard to focus. ] I enjoy seeing you squirm beneath me, how much your filthy hole loves clenching around my dick, and how well you take all of my cum. I love hearing you moan, call my name, and beg… and I just want to hear more of it. I still want to breed you, I want to fill you up, I want to see my mark stretch on your full belly as you cry out in pain and pleasure trying to pass the eggs.

[ he's beyond exhausted and he feels like this is a terrible, terrible idea. And yet here he is, rocking back against him, trying to entice him further ]

Will you be able to resist until I'm done with those eggs...? I wonder - how long you can last like this.

I don’t know. [ he doesn’t expect too long. he hadn’t come down from his earlier high, and being hard again kind of… hurts. he’s sure it’s fine though. ] Let’s find out. [ this is also a terrible idea. ] Rest. I’ll stay. [ since he promised. ] And we can revisit it in a few hours. [ he kisses him, edging on desperate. ] And you can do whatever you like to me in the meantime. I’ll be your obedient little bitch.

If we are taking care of the eggs later, then ... I want you to fuck my thighs. Unless you want to fuck me while I'm sleeping? I think I could get behind that.

… [ if he hadn’t been hard before he sure is fucken hard now. ] How about both. I’ll fuck your thighs while your dozing off and then have my way with you while you’re asleep.

[ he loves that reaction, and it shows ]

You like that, huh? A pity I won’t be able to see what you’ll do to me. But I can’t wait to wake up and ser.

I do. I haven't ever gotten a chance to do something like this... [ nips at scaramouche as he leans down to whisper, ] how do you like knowing you'll be the first?

[ enough that he shudders at that whisper, and there’s a little breathless laugh ]

It won’t get you out of that collar. But I love it.

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