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[ going to pick him up. he doesn’t care if he gets punched. ] I did not. Those feelings were already there and I merely enhanced them. It would have escalated without the help, I’m sure of it. Look who we’re taking about.

Now shut up and let me clean you up. Nobody needs to know about this. [ the dying, sure, the fucking… up in the air. he doesn’t know how Scara feels about any of this, so best to err on the side of caution. ] I have a private bathroom.

Then you're going to have to meet me at the Love Hotel tomorrow. I've seen it on the map.

I can wash myself, just take me there.

[ quirks a brow. ] You want to go there tomorrow?

Didn't I tell you? I'm fucking you every day.

[ ... ]

[ his brain stutters for a second,
but he manages a cocky smirk. ]

So you enjoyed my dick that much, huh?

I've had better.

But you're the one who's offering himself to me now.

[ makes a face. ] You have not. [ shoves him straight into the fluffy bedding of his cave and lays on him, draping them both in his tails. ]

[ he just grins at the reaction, though he shouldn't - he's definitely at his limit and shouldn't provoke Childe. And yet ... ]

Did you want me to say you're the best dick I've ever taken? How long do you think I've been alive for? So many men have fallen for this pretty face. Surely you don't think having a massive cock is enough to satisfy me?

[ nips at his chest. ] I don't *just* have a massive dick, and, yes, actually. I'm leagues better than the other people you've slept with. That shouldn't have even been a question! [ huffs, taking his claws down his front to leave another couple of marks. ]

[ he lets out a short breathless laugh at the nip and the mark, clearly enjoying that despite the fact he's definitely tired ]

You're going to have to — work for that acknowledgement, Childe.

[ flattens his ears. ] You think I'm going to shy away from a challenge, pah! Get real. I'll show you. [ though he doubts he really has to, because scara's already demanded his daily dick. ]

Then you won't have any problems showing up.

Of course not... but, c'mon, I don't want you leaking cum all over my fucken bed, jerk, ... [ pinches his ass. ]

[ he actually laughs at that, and it even seems genuine. Congratulations for not making him grumpy for once ]

I told you to carry me. You're the one who dropped me down to prove a point.

[ …oh, he likes hearing that. he fluffs up like a cotton ball and nips him one last time. ] Because you’re insufferable. [ there’s no bite to his words. he’s still sore about the other comment about him not being the best because he’s the best!!! ]

[ picks him back up, dipping one of his hands to scara’s cheeks and fingering his cum soaked hole. ] Next time do I get your dick?

[ This is a lot more intimate than he's comfortable with but he figures if he protests it's going to take longer, so in the end, he just goes with it. ]

You're the one who didn't want it in the first place. But yes. I'll take good care of you tomorrow, Tartaglia.

It’s not that I didn’t want to, but I knew you’d enjoy getting dicked down, especially after soooo long. [ brings him into his jungle themed bathroom and draws a bath for him. he, himself, plans on taking a shower, since he’s sure scara doesn’t want or need his help cleaning up. ]

[ he's going tot ake so many baths today take that imeeji water bill.

But he will go right after that, without bothering to actually say goodbye. If Childe doesn't stop him, he's totally stealing one of his outfits from his closet too just to make the way back to Baritones after texting Emet.

And the day after he will get a text late in the evening ]

Pinocchio: I'm waiting. Hurry up.

[ he can’t help but laugh the moment he gets the text, because that fucken name. ]

Caeli; on my way. Meet me in the lobby.

[ and he’ll hastily make his way there, pushing open the doors and looking for scara ]

There you are. Took you long enough.

[ guess who's wearing childe's clothes he stole for the meetup ]

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I didn't know when you were going to hit me up. You want to pick a room?

[ also, wtf, scara you little shit. ]

It's like you're my fucken girlfriend...

Edited 2021-10-21 20:51 (UTC)

[ he smiles like he doesn't know what he's doing ]

Hahahah ... I'm not your girlfriend, Tartaglia. You're my bitch. But I did think this might turn you on.

Now, I've thought of something that you could enjoy. You're fine with anything, right?

[ this little asshole has been here one fucken day! oh, he’ll show him… ]

You do look good in my clothes, I’ll give you that. And sure why not. I’m not going to back down from a challenge, especially one coming from you.

Lead the way princess.

[ he just smiles at the agreement and leads him to the room. Though the theme ends up being less cozy room and more prison cage, though there is a bed, with the chains attached to the wall, the swing coming from the ceiling, and the cross at the center of the room it's definitely not the first thing to catch someone's attention ]

I've asked for some few special tools. You do have an affinity for electro, don't you.

[ this… sure is a room. he looks around, feeling a mix of intimidated and excited. he knows there are few true sadists here, and being a masochist he can only expect so much of the people that really care about him. ] I do. It’s my delusion element, and it’s also just… you, right… [ laughs, heading further into the room to investigate. ] Sex swings, huh! How novel. [ and ridiculous. ]

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