[ 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 ]
No it’s not. [ tries to convince him as he sets a hand on the riptide mark, applying a bit of pressure, so he can feel the subtle buzz of the vibrating egg. ] That’s only one, Scaramouche, …there’s five more to turn on. [ he did want to be thoroughly destroyed, right, because childe’s going to accommodate, his smirk turning a bit cruel as the other five are suddenly all turned on at the same time. ] Let’s hear how much you love it!
[ he thought he’d let him rest!! But no, he’s torturing him instead and he’s full on sobbing, overwhelmed and overstimulated, reaching for his hand to hold ]
[ childe takes his hand and squeezes it in an attempt to ground him. he also doesn't leave the eggs on for long and turns the vibrations off after a minute or so, letting scaramouche's brain attempt to catch up with the instant burst of pain and pleasure he just felt. ] You asked me to nearly break you, right, ... [ he leans down to kiss him, moving to lay beside him, so he can tug him closely. ] Enjoy this feeling, Scaramouche.
[ give him a few moments to catch his breath, he doesn't know if he's at his limit, but he certainly did nearly break. Enough so that he doesn't even protest the affection, and instead he kisses him back, keeping his hold on his hand and squeezing it ]
It really feels like this stuff is messing with my head ...
I think you might have caught feelings. [ follows that up with the cheekiest grin known to man. ] It’s strange, no doubt about it, but it also feels real good… [ applies just a bit of pressure to his stomach. ] And you look incredible.
[ he would glare at him but with the pressure applied to his stomach all he can do is whine again, biting on his lip for a moment as he tries to get adjusted to the feeling ]
I'm feeling more full than I ever felt. Like I have no room for more. ... but. The thought of you having filled me with eggs and showing off for you as I give birth to them is more exciting than I thought. Is that how you felt?
[ he lets up and then sits up, so he can fully lean over scaramouche; a few kisses dotted onto his stomach. ] It’s a lot, almost too much, but that’s part of the reason I enjoy it so much. I define my limits, and I always find myself wanting more around you. [ brings his hand up to cup his cheek. ] And seeing you enjoy it, having debauched me to the moon and back, I like that too. [ kisses him. ] Do you want to rest more or are you ready to give birth for me?
... I feel like I'm going to die if I keep these eggs inside of me for any longer.
But that's why I want to. You wanted to see me with my belly full of them for as long as possible, didn't you? I want you to burn this into your mind too. The way I look right now, and how I will look overwhelmed by pleasure as I lay these for you.
I am not going to forget this. [ kisses him again and again and again, until his breathless, because there’s some feral and baser instinct in him that’s feeding off the sight of this. childe sits up and moves away, messing around with the pillows and blankets surrounding them, so it’s more akin to a nest. ] Let me see it then, Kuniku, give birth for me. [ sets a hand on his knee to help spread his legs. ] All six of our eggs.
[ he kisses him back with the same urgency, getting a bit breathless himself. He really feels like he's going to die at this rate - and wouldn't it be funny if he did and ended up in front of that demon again, just to tell her he died because of too much good dicking.
The way Childe reacts is a sure turn on too, and he loves it, wants him to get more and more feral for him, so he licks his lips as he looks at his eyes ]
You've bred me so well. What a good mate you are.
[ and he will spread his legs, partly for himself since there's no way he will be able to give birth to the eggs otherwise, but mostly to show off for him ]
[ his mask has another couple of cracks in it, because sure is driving him wild. there are a number of unusual urges surging inside of him that, the second, are growing harder to ignore… and the icing on the cake is being praised for breeding him well and getting called a good mate. ]
[ he’s been trying to be good, because he knows how tired Scaramouche is. their stamina isn’t the same, but then again matching Childe’s is probably nigh impossible. still, despite his best efforts, he’s getting hard again, brain scrambling as the pain starts overtaking the pleasure. he doesn’t care though, and instead reaches to finger scara’s hole. ]
I love it. I don’t want it to end, and I’m sorely tempted to breed you immediately after you’ve finished, so you stay in this debauched state forever. It’s such a good look for you, so much so that I’m already getting hard again. [ he can’t imagine there’s anything left, but that doesn’t stop him from taking his dick in hand and slowly stroking himself. ] You drive me crazy, Scaramouche.
[ Good. That's exactly what he wants, to see Childe lose it just as much as he is, and seeing the way he starts stroking himself while he fingers him is only spurring him on further. He lets his voice out, moaning without shame just to show him how much he's getting to him as he starts pushing the first egg out ]
Maybe you should, then. Keep me bred and full of you forever, so I won't be able to get away from your grasp, huh? It's - so much, Tartaglia ... I can feel the eggs moving inside of me.
I don't think I can come anymore. [ but that hasn't removed the intense feeling of needing to. he's getting all riled up again, his hips jerking as he fucks his hand a bit faster. ] I... I should. I should keep you here, full and bred... and mine. No one else is as good for you as I am. [ so he knows that scaramouche is supposed to be passing the eggs, but he's slowly losing his mind, so he guides his dick to his hole and thrusts into him. ] Now you'll feel them move more.
[ he should protest this - it's going to defeat the purpose of what they're doing now and make it harder, not easier. But still he laughs, his arms wrapping around Childe as he starts moving toward him, rolling his hips to entice him further ]
Yes, yes - that's it exactly, claim me and keep me all for yourself! It's what you want, isn't it? To be the only one allowed to look at me like this—!
[ HE SHOULD. it's defeating the purpose-! but childe can't help himself, and scaramouche is to blame for his losing it. he grabs his wrists and pins them above his head, fucking him at a punishing pace to start. ] I... I do. It's not fair, and I know it, but I don't care. I can't help it. I can't... fucken help it...
[ he shouldn't encourage it because he just said if Childe is allowed to fuck others than so should he, but he likes the possessiveness and wants to feed it further. He does want him to be jealous, does want him to desire him, and even go a little crazy over him. he can't help it ]
You're a Harbinger - who cares about being fair? [ a short, breathy laugh, and he lifts his hips up so he can cross his legs around his waist as well ] I love this - love being yours, love being filled up so much, it's not enough, it's never going to be enough, so keep claiming me over and over again.
[ and that's part of the reason childe knows he shouldn't say this kind of stuff. it's bullshit and not the least bit fair to scaramouche, since childe can't promise to be his. things might have been different had he been here from the start, but... no, maybe not. his feelings for zhongli had been simmering since the start. it doesn't matter though, because scaramouche, asshole though he may be, holds a special place in his heart. ]
...hah, s'true. [ a broken laugh as he's dragged closer. ] I love it too and I'm not going to stop. I'll make sure you're always feeling full and... [ loved. he doesn't say it, but it's on the tip of his tongue. ] Just full. So full. [ childe captures his lips in a kiss as he moves the riptide mark up to his 'heart'. ] Kunikuzushi.
[ If he weren't horny as hell this would probably be enough to scare him, because even if Childe knows better than say "loved", the mark right up his heart is already terrifying enough. But he is more focused on the horny, and hearing his name called out like that is helping that further. He feels like he's not going to be able to come again either, but it doesn't matter, he still loves feeling Childe inside of him like that - pleasure and pain mixing up and even if it's all quite uncomfortable he loves every minute of it ]
[ it's a real good thing that childe's brain is at max horny because he would probably say a bunch of stuff to ruin the moment. adding feelings to the mix with the two of them has been nothing but disastrous, and he'd rather just enjoy the moment as is, then complicate the matter... again. he kisses him, taking away his breath, as he eventually comes... just a few spurts before he's riding out a dry orgasm. he can barely thing anymore, the collar thing almost sailing over his head. ]
Whatever you want. A collar. A ring. Just tell me.
[ his dick twitches inside him. ] ...fuck. [ he kisses him silent, because he's on the verge of going fucken mad. he can't come again, but scaramouche is edging him like an asshole! ]
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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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Fuck-
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It really feels like this stuff is messing with my head ...
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[ he would glare at him but with the pressure applied to his stomach all he can do is whine again, biting on his lip for a moment as he tries to get adjusted to the feeling ]
I'm feeling more full than I ever felt. Like I have no room for more. ... but. The thought of you having filled me with eggs and showing off for you as I give birth to them is more exciting than I thought. Is that how you felt?
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[ he lets up and then sits up, so he can fully lean over scaramouche; a few kisses dotted onto his stomach. ] It’s a lot, almost too much, but that’s part of the reason I enjoy it so much. I define my limits, and I always find myself wanting more around you. [ brings his hand up to cup his cheek. ] And seeing you enjoy it, having debauched me to the moon and back, I like that too. [ kisses him. ] Do you want to rest more or are you ready to give birth for me?
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But that's why I want to. You wanted to see me with my belly full of them for as long as possible, didn't you? I want you to burn this into your mind too. The way I look right now, and how I will look overwhelmed by pleasure as I lay these for you.
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The way Childe reacts is a sure turn on too, and he loves it, wants him to get more and more feral for him, so he licks his lips as he looks at his eyes ]
You've bred me so well. What a good mate you are.
[ and he will spread his legs, partly for himself since there's no way he will be able to give birth to the eggs otherwise, but mostly to show off for him ]
Tell me how much you're enjoying this sight.
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[ his mask has another couple of cracks in it, because sure is driving him wild. there are a number of unusual urges surging inside of him that, the second, are growing harder to ignore… and the icing on the cake is being praised for breeding him well and getting called a good mate. ]
[ he’s been trying to be good, because he knows how tired Scaramouche is. their stamina isn’t the same, but then again matching Childe’s is probably nigh impossible. still, despite his best efforts, he’s getting hard again, brain scrambling as the pain starts overtaking the pleasure. he doesn’t care though, and instead reaches to finger scara’s hole. ]
I love it. I don’t want it to end, and I’m sorely tempted to breed you immediately after you’ve finished, so you stay in this debauched state forever. It’s such a good look for you, so much so that I’m already getting hard again. [ he can’t imagine there’s anything left, but that doesn’t stop him from taking his dick in hand and slowly stroking himself. ] You drive me crazy, Scaramouche.
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Maybe you should, then. Keep me bred and full of you forever, so I won't be able to get away from your grasp, huh? It's - so much, Tartaglia ... I can feel the eggs moving inside of me.
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Yes, yes - that's it exactly, claim me and keep me all for yourself! It's what you want, isn't it? To be the only one allowed to look at me like this—!
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You're a Harbinger - who cares about being fair? [ a short, breathy laugh, and he lifts his hips up so he can cross his legs around his waist as well ] I love this - love being yours, love being filled up so much, it's not enough, it's never going to be enough, so keep claiming me over and over again.
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...hah, s'true. [ a broken laugh as he's dragged closer. ] I love it too and I'm not going to stop. I'll make sure you're always feeling full and... [ loved. he doesn't say it, but it's on the tip of his tongue. ] Just full. So full. [ childe captures his lips in a kiss as he moves the riptide mark up to his 'heart'. ] Kunikuzushi.
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You should — give me a collar too.
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Whatever you want. A collar. A ring. Just tell me.
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[ he leans in to kiss behind his ear ]
So I can remember who I belong to, huh?
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You like hearing that, don't you?
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