Of course not. [ he follows him to the cabinet to take a peek of what’s inside. ]
Yes sir. [ childe laughs, starting to strip. he does so slowly and meticulously; hoping to turn Scaramouche in some. he gets on his knees after, his tattoos all on full display and, yes, hes already half hard. his ears are perked up, and his assortment of tails are all swaying idly behind him. ]
[ childe is about to make a snarky comment when he’s struck across the chest, a hiss all that leaves him as a harsh red mark appears in wake of the strike. ]
H- Hah, oh you’re so generous, sir, how about ropes and a blindfold.
[ grunts, scaramouche’s mouth covering his own a few short seconds later and stealing his breath as he kisses him. he returns it as best he can manage, groping at his front and swiftly searching for his nipples so he can give each of them a pinch. ]
[ chuckles at the slap to his hand. ] oh yeah? Well now I’m even more excited. [ and he will cooperate, since Scara does have to tie him up and he did ask for this over the other. ]
[ He's going to put a blindfold on him first and to his credit, once he gets the rope and starts tying him up, he's actually fairly gentle. He's of course going for full shibari, though, so it will take a while and definitely restrict his movements.
Once he is done, he'll take a step back to admire his handiwork ]
Who would have thought. You really look like a piece of art.
[ …boo. he had been interested in seeing. ] And because you had to put the blindfold on me first I can’t even see how good I look. [ he huffs, not too annoyed, but definitely a little disappointed. ] I had no idea you were so well versed in this kind of thing, Scara. I’m impressed. [ he does attempt to test the binds, but they’re solidly in place. ]
[ He smirks - not that Childe can see. But he will walk toward somethig, Childe will be able to hear him fiddle with a few things, and then he will feel him taping something against him.
Right against the head of his cock first, and then against his nipples.
Once he turns them on he'll know it was bullet vibrators that he's just leaving on
[ this… isn’t a mirror. he sinks his sharp canines into his lip to stifle a small moan as scara tapes the bullets to not just his dick, but also his nipples. he can take a guess as to what they are, but there’s still the matter of wh- ]
[ childe bites down that much harder as Scaramouche turns them on, the head of his cock leaking precum as his nipples instantly become hard. he grunts, making a whining sound as he hears him start to walk away. what-! he better not leave him like this. ] I don’t have much of a choice. [ a laugh, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting Scaramouche not to return. ]
[ He's going to let him think just that. It's quite a while before he comes back and it's obviously been on purpose, especially since the speed of those vibes has been increased every now and then, only to get turned off entirely if it looks like Childe is about to come by any chance. He's somewhere where he can see him, clearly, but nowhere close enough for Childe to see and touch him.
Once he's satisfied, he'll come into the room with a mirror - as promised, and take off the blindfold so Childe can look at himself after the entire ordeal ]
[ childe is a fucken mess, but that probably doesn't come as much of a surprise. he's flushed a deep dark red, sweat beads lining his forehead, and his breathing stunted and irregular. somehow! somehow!! scaramouche is edging him! turning the vibes off right when he's about to come each and every celestia. damned. time. he simpers as he hears the door open and scaramouche fumbling with something ( the mirror, he guesses ) . ]
S- Scaramouche? [ debauched is the perfect a good word for it. he certainly does look like the slut scaramouche probably wanted him to be. ] Good? [ he's not sure how he's supposed to answer. ] Will you... will you touch me?
[ that's exactly what he wanted and the smirk on his face makes it obvious. He reaches for him and takes off the vibe on the head of his cock, though he does keep the others and turn it on. He'll start gripping him and jerking him off too, hand reaching over for him to tug him into a kiss ]
[ makes a startled yelp, but tries to immediately rock into his hand. ] Fuck me, Scaramouche, please fuck me. [ he feels like he's going to come from the minimal contact he's getting already, but he's sure that'll just piss him off and get him punished, so... ] Can I... can I come?
[ childe babbles a bit of nonsense as he jerks his hips awkwardly at scaramouche's hand, trying to help himself along just a liiiittle bit more, so he can come - which he does a few short seconds later, splattering scaramouche's hand in cum. ] D- Damnit. Scara, now... now fuck me! [ demanding? absolutely. ]
[ It's a lovely sight, and even more, it's a lovely sound. Childe might be demanding but he likes how desperate he is, and he decides to turn it up a notch by bringing his hand to his tattoo, pressing against it hard enough that he knows it'll have an effect.
He doesn't let him get enough time to understand what's going on, though - instead he quickly undoes his pants and then just grabs on Childe's hips to tug him toward his lap, gripping on him to guide and stop his movements as he guides him right above his cock ]
Then you will be able to take care of this on your own, right? You have animal characteristics. It shouldn't be a problem for you to do this without preparation.
…fuck. [ it comes out under his breath and wrapped in a moan, one that he promptly chokes on the moment scaramouche palms his tattoo. he jerks his hips again, panting heavily as another spurt of cum oozes from the tip. his knot swells and he catches himself mindlessly fucking the air, because he needs to be balls deep in someone- something- !! ]
Sc- Scara… [ he simpers, eyes glassy as his movements are ground to an abrupt halt. ] I… [ what, what’s he asking. oh, okay, right. he nods, lifting his tails up and taking a moment to shift his anatomy so he can slick up his asshole for him. ] Breed me. Fuck me, Scaramouche, fill me up. I need it. [ he tries to kiss him, but misses by a mile; pecking his forehead and murmuring more desperate please into his hair. ]
[ It's a little cute how he has to adjust his tails, and how he ends up not kissing him properly. He doesn't fix that just yet but he does grab onto his hips a little tighter and drops him down on his cock, not bothering to take it slow at all and letting gravity help with entering him fully in one go.
He's making sure that from this angle, Childe will be able to see his reflection as he starts moving, rocking his hips up and keeping his hold on his hips to guide him along, setting the rhythm and pace ]
Who's the cock slut now? To think you'd be so desperate for me.
[ it’s a lot. a little too much, but the pain and the pleasure that follows his enough to have him on the edge once more. he tugs on his restraints, fingers twitching at his back as he tries to ride him; eyes catching the sight of the mirror and how fucked out he looks. he certainly does feel like a cockslut right now, desperate to fuck himself to completion on scaramouche. ] I said I, I… [ he tries to kiss him again, this time getting a bit closer. ] I said I missed you, asshole, … [ nips at his cheek. ] I wasn’t lying. Now… c- come on, fuck me harder.
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Yes sir. [ childe laughs, starting to strip. he does so slowly and meticulously; hoping to turn Scaramouche in some. he gets on his knees after, his tattoos all on full display and, yes, hes already half hard. his ears are perked up, and his assortment of tails are all swaying idly behind him. ]
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[ he'll tip his chin up with the crop, and then pull back to hit him on the chest with it, hard enough that he will feel it right from the get go ]
Since you're being so good to me, I'll let you choose. I can put some ropes and a blindfold on you, or I can chain you to that wall.
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H- Hah, oh you’re so generous, sir, how about ropes and a blindfold.
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[ he's going to drop on one knee, and then reach over to the back of his head and tug his hair roughly just before he leans in to kiss him ]
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Not yet. Now be good and cooperate while I tie you up. It'll take some time. There's a special discipline for that in Inazuma.
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Once he is done, he'll take a step back to admire his handiwork ]
Who would have thought. You really look like a piece of art.
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Right against the head of his cock first, and then against his nipples.
Once he turns them on he'll know it was bullet vibrators that he's just leaving on
as he walks away ]
Wait here then.
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[ childe bites down that much harder as Scaramouche turns them on, the head of his cock leaking precum as his nipples instantly become hard. he grunts, making a whining sound as he hears him start to walk away. what-! he better not leave him like this. ] I don’t have much of a choice. [ a laugh, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting Scaramouche not to return. ]
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Once he's satisfied, he'll come into the room with a mirror - as promised, and take off the blindfold so Childe can look at himself after the entire ordeal ]
So? What do you think?
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S- Scaramouche? [ debauched is the perfect a good word for it. he certainly does look like the slut scaramouche probably wanted him to be. ] Good? [ he's not sure how he's supposed to answer. ] Will you... will you touch me?
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Come for me and I'll fuck you as many times as you want me to.
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He doesn't let him get enough time to understand what's going on, though - instead he quickly undoes his pants and then just grabs on Childe's hips to tug him toward his lap, gripping on him to guide and stop his movements as he guides him right above his cock ]
Then you will be able to take care of this on your own, right? You have animal characteristics. It shouldn't be a problem for you to do this without preparation.
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Sc- Scara… [ he simpers, eyes glassy as his movements are ground to an abrupt halt. ] I… [ what, what’s he asking. oh, okay, right. he nods, lifting his tails up and taking a moment to shift his anatomy so he can slick up his asshole for him. ] Breed me. Fuck me, Scaramouche, fill me up. I need it. [ he tries to kiss him, but misses by a mile; pecking his forehead and murmuring more desperate please into his hair. ]
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He's making sure that from this angle, Childe will be able to see his reflection as he starts moving, rocking his hips up and keeping his hold on his hips to guide him along, setting the rhythm and pace ]
Who's the cock slut now? To think you'd be so desperate for me.
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