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[ his hole is twitching around his cock, taking him all too easy and eagerly, and though Scaramouche is still asleep, he's stirring, threatening to wake up ]

[ good, honestly, since he’s eager to stuff Scaramouche full of his eggs. he takes his phone out to make the purchase, having it delivered, so he doesn’t have to leave the warmth of his body. in just a few sharp thrusts he’s coming again, filling him with his seed. ] Feeling refreshed, Scara, … [ kisses his cheek, then his lips, then his neck. ] I hope so, because we’re not through yet.

[ he is eventually waking up - he couldn't not after all that movement, and though it takes him a few more moments to catch up on what is going on, he ends up just laughing as he realizes he's been stuffed full all over again. ]

You couldn't even - do that without waking me up, what a brat ...

[ and despite all that, shit, that's incredibly hot. The ache, knowing Childe just came inside of him, the realization that what he was dreaming of is probably not too different from what actually happened ]

... You should do it whenever we're sleeping together. If I'm asleep and you're horny, just fuck me.

[ he didn’t try all that hard to keep from waking him up in the end. he wanted him to see how he just came inside him all over again. ] I got you off without waking you up. You were calling my name and writhing around. It was pretty fucken hot. Just what we’re you dreaming of, Scara?

[ captures his lips in a kiss, murmuring quietly against them. ] Only if you do the same. I want to wake up to you fucking me or riding my dick. It’s hot, so fucken hot. [ he eases out of him, plugging his dripping asshole with a few fingers before he leaks too much of his seed. ] I bought the eggs, Scara.

You. I was dreaming of you fucking me in that monster form of yours.

[ He lets out another soft whine as he feels him bringing his fingers inside of him again, and he kisses him back, eager and needy. This guy really has unlimited stamina ]

Then you - should bring me to the other room, no? You wanted me to lay them in a beautiful place.

[ he had… not been expecting that. his face flushes and he looks at a loss for words for a moment. ] Do you like my monster form… [ and it comes from being a ( literal ) dog. ~~and corruptions~~. ] Yes. [ growls into his mouth, withdrawing his fingers so he can lift Scaramouche into his arms. he takes the package too, and beads into the room… bringing him into the inazuma style chateau. ] You don’t have to lay them immediately. If you do want to rest afterward we can just lay here.

Aren't you saying that just because you want to see me with a belly full of your eggs for as long as possible?

[ he leans in to kiss his cheek, and then whispers in his ear ]

I like you in any of your forms.

I mean… that’s also true. [ sets him down on whatever passes for a bed in there. ] I’m looking forward to seeing you bred, Kuniku. [ his tails twitch, ears peeking up, and he swears if this keeps up he’s going to lose it. ] …one day I want you to breed that form of mine.

If that's what you'd like, we can arrange it ...

I want to see how wild you're going to get like that. I can already imagine it.

If you'd like to...

You should have to make my mask crack just a little bit more.

Then next time. All I need to do is piss you off, right?

No. [ it's not that simple. ]

[ spreads scaramouche's legs. ] We'll talk about it more when we're about to do it. Are you sure you're going to be take all six? You look exhausted.

I can take it.

[ he helps him with that, spreading his legs on his own as well, and then tilting his head as he looks at him ]

I want you to push me to my limits, until I'm so spent I can only cry.

I don't think I'll have a problem doing that. [ removes the eggs from the package, each of them a beautiful swirl of purple and blue. ] I think you'll enjoy these... [ runs his finger along the rim of his hole. ]

[ It's a little odd to be on the receiving end of it, and he looks at the eggs, their color more interesting than he thought ]

Fill me up.

Mark me as yours so no one else can have me.

Do you like them? I made sure to pick six different ones...

[ childe sets his hand on scaramouche's womb until the riptide mark appears. he leans down to kiss it, moving one of his legs over his shoulders as he takes one of the eggs and presses it against him. ] All that cum should make this real easy for me. [ and in goes the first one. ]

[ As much as he loves the idea of being filled with eggs, the actual thing feels weirder than he anticipated. It's a mix of so many things - the excitement of Childe filling hi up and the attention it gets him, the shame of it and the thought of laying these as Childe sees, and again how good it feels to have them showed inside of him. He's beyond exhausted and even the pleasure itself feels painful, but that, too, is why he's enjoying it ]

Fuck— You really had your fun while I was asleep, huh.

I did. I got you to come dry. It was real spectacular~ You should have seen the cute little face you made, Kuniku. You were calling out and beeeegging me to keep fucking you. I wish I could have seen that dream of yours. [ taking another egg he runs its tip along his hole and then pushes it inside. a spurt of cum splashes out, coating his fingers, so he reaches up and brushes them across scara's lips. ] Clean this...

[ he wants to protest about that portrayal, he's sure he wasn't begging, it has to be a lie - but how can he contest that when he's eagerly lapping up at Childe's fingers the moment they're presented to him, moaning around them as if it were his cock and clearly loving being made to taste him this way ]

[ he hadn't been begging but it's not like scaramouche has evidence to the contrary! childe smirks, forcing his fingers down his throat after he's cleaned them to choke him. ] You sound soooo good. My little slut drunk on my cum. [ going to remove his fingers from his mouth, so he can insert another egg. ]

[ he coughs as he forces his fingers down his throat and damn, he shouldn't find that so hot but he does and he ends up whimpering once those fingers leave him, a hand going to his mouth to cover it as he feels the egg pushing inside of him again. How did Childe last when he did it to him? That's so much ]

Shut up, it's — your fault.

I take full responsibility. [ he leans over him to kiss the hand that Scaramouche is covering his mouth with. ] 3 more to go. You’re not at your limit yet, are you, … [ he holds off on fitting another one inside, instead taking a moment to tease him. ] And I don’t want you coming again until they’re all inside you. I want you overly stuffed, Kuniku, … but tell me, do you like how it feels?

Why don't you tell me? You know exactly how it feels.

[ if he sounds frustrated it's because he is - the idea of having to wait to come already making him fear Childe will full on preventing him to do so ]

It's - ... it's good. I like it.

But I want to hear how much you enjoy it. [ and if he does come prematurely childe is going to give him more than six eggs to carry… not that he’s said as much. ] You look incredible, Scaramouche. [ he’s going to take his dick into his mouth again, fitting the rest of the eggs inside him one after the other, and immediately plugging his ass with a few fingers. he wants to drive him wild, wants to enjoy the side of him, wants to… be an asshole. he smirks, turning on the vibrations to one of the eggs… ] Mm~

[ he was trying his best to actually hold out, and he even manages as Childe pushes the other eggs inside of him and forces his fingers in shortly after. Even when he takes his cock in his mouth, his hips snap into Childe's mouth and his hand goes to his hair to hold it tightly, but he doesn't come.

And then he turns on the vibrations.

He comes on the spot - dry again and crying out Childe's name, tears forming to the corner of his eyes and falling down his cheeks with the intensity of it ]

Wait, wait, that's — too much, it's too much.

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