[ 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.
[ there's just a grunt at that, because after all, he's made of flesh and it's hard to focus when Childe feels so nice. But he complies with the request, grabbing on him to change positions again - pinning him down on the ground on his front and lifting his hips up a little as he fucks him, the position making it easier to be a little rougher, and go as hard as Childe will want him to. ]
[ childe is 110% malleable right now. bending to scaramouche's will he goes down easily and lifts his ass up, so he can fuck the air out of him. ] A- Anything for me? s'Real dangerous, Scara.
[ he just hums at the answer, reaching over to his front to grip his cock as he starts fucking him harder, jerking him off at the same rhythm. He's at his limit, though, so it doesn't take him much longer to come inside of him ]
[ childe smothers scaramouche with his tails as he fills him up, hips jerking as he tries to help himself along... but he's teetering. SO CLOSE, but SO FAR. ] More, Scaramouche, I... I need more. More more more.
[ he's slumped against him for a few moments, catching his breath, but he hears him pleading and so he moves off of him, bringing his hand to his ass instead and pushing his fingers in, angling them to find his prostate and starting to finger fuck him like that ]
[ a few moments later and he’s coming, costing the floor and his own chest in his hot sticky seed. he pants, sinking down a bit as he murmurs something incomprehensible. ] …t- thanks. Felt good, Six. Do you… let me clean you up. [ flicks his tongue at him. ]
[ stares at his hand, because he can’t take it. ] Going to untie me or are you enjoying this *that* much? [ a hearty laugh. ] Right after I’ve been railed, yeah, it’s hard to have much bite, but I can dial it back up for you if you like. [ sneers. ]
Hah, seems like I’m not the only one that’s having a real good time. What other kinds of toys did you buy or are scattered around this room?
[ as soon as he's untied he shoves the ropes aside and rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck and stretching his arms high above his head. ] Ah~ Six, teach me to do that. [ but he is going to start looking around the room. ] Oh? Will you let me stuff you full of a number of toys? And I bet I can find a cute little fox buttplug for you to match my tails.
I could sit on your face and it'd be just as effective, you know.
But since you have been an obedient dog thus far, I'll comply.
[ and he does get on his hands and knees for him, but with the way he's saying "hurry up" right after it doesn't seem like he's feeling particularly humiliated ]
… [ oh, he likes that idea, so after Scaramouche is on his hands and knees he’ll feel childe’s hands on his hips… and suddenly he’s being yanked backwards. Childe lays back and brings Scaramouche onto his face, worming his tongue between his cheeks as he groans into him. yes, this idea was much better. ]
[ Wait, what! He hadn't expected him to change positions so suddenly, and he would have certainly preferred to be the one to initiate it. But the position and the feeling of Childe's tongue right between his cheeks feels nice, and of course he's letting out a moan shortly after ]
[ his response is muffled, of course, and there’s a laugh that follows, because, ok, sure!, but this is much more fun - keeping Scaramouche on his toes. Childe spreads him further, dipping his tongue into him and fucking him with it. he could probably get off on this alone, honestly. scara will even have the pleasure of watching him get hard all over again. ]
[ he reaches around to finger the tip of scaramouche’s cock, pressing against the slit and smearing any precum that leaks out. ]
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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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Anything - for you.
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Yeah? You have a - special request for me?
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I got you, Eleventh.
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[ but he does offer him his hand ]
I'm booking you for a few hours more. Now tell me what you want.
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Hah, seems like I’m not the only one that’s having a real good time. What other kinds of toys did you buy or are scattered around this room?
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[ he considers whether he wants to untie him or not, and eventually, he decides to - the main draw was to make him wait after all ]
You're free to check them out for yourself. From what I understood there's hardly any limit.
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Fine then. Get me to ask you to stop and I’ll teach you how to tie up people like that.
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But since you have been an obedient dog thus far, I'll comply.
[ and he does get on his hands and knees for him, but with the way he's saying "hurry up" right after it doesn't seem like he's feeling particularly humiliated ]
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You could have — simply agreed, you know.
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[ he reaches around to finger the tip of scaramouche’s cock, pressing against the slit and smearing any precum that leaks out. ]
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