[ as soon as he finds it he brings it to his lips for a kiss… and then he turns it on. he starts low, but it likely won’t stay like that for very long. ] And you don’t think I can get you begging for it without the use of my pheromones?
[ ah, fuck. He doesn't know if this is nicer or more cruel than what he did to him but feeling them vibrate inside of him has his breath catching up, taking a few moments to even address the question ]
Can’t, oh, Scaramouche… I can’t believe you have no faith in me. I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong. [ he scoops him up and gets to his feet, standing right in front of the mirror he had brought in earlier as he spreads his legs that much wider. ]
I aim to prove you wrong. [ he widens his own stance, aligning himself with scara’s hole before rolling his hips and starting to fill him inch by inch. ] I wonder how great it’ll feel to have them so deep.
[ shit. He hadn't expected him to use his same tactics against him!! There's something incredibly lewd about seeing his reflection while Childe spreads him open like that and fills him up and unsurprisingly, once more he's out of breath.
He can't help the soft moan that escapes past his lips, back arching and body trembling slightly at the feeling of being filled up like that. And maybe it's worse that he's not doing it all in one go, because the anticipation is just about killing him. ]
…that’s not how you beg. [ chuckles, finally filling Scaramouche completely. he just stands there, letting him see how good he looks on his own dick. ] Hey Scara… [ turns the vibes up to their max setting and just smirks, making sure he sees himself slowly falling apart. ] You look so good like this.
[ If it weren't for the ring around his cock he would have cum right there and there. Instead he just lets out a sharp cry, biting on his lip as he clenches around his cock.
This bastard.
He's so big too, he's really feeling like he's falling apart ]
[ childe smirks, kissing the side of his head as Scaramouche clenches around him, nearly sending him over the edge. ]
Hm, didn’t come, [ he knows he can’t, he’s just being a bastard. ] I guess I haven’t filled you enough. [ he eases out of Scaramouche and sets him down, patting his ass before going to take a look around the room. ] Let’s see what else I can find for your greedy little ass.
[ being unable to come is already bad enough, but having Childe pull out of him just makes it that much worse and he can't help the whine that escapes past his lips.
He wants to ask him to fuck him properly - toys aren't enough, after all, but he doesn't want to give in so easily.
It's a good thing that he already set him down, because otherwise he'd have fallen on the ground ]
Oh, [ he turns to look at him from a closet full of assorted dildos. ] I must have forgotten. [ like hell he forgot. ] But I did find something you might like. [ he returns to Scaramouche and takes a knee, holding up the sizeable canine dildo. ] Kind of resembles my ‘big cock’, huh. I bet you hate being so empty so I’ll stuff this thing inside you, so you can focus on sucking my dick. [ roughly grabs a handful of his hair to jerk his head back and kiss him, hard. ]
[ he's clearly enjoying the rough treatment, but he's not going to give in so easily. So though he kisses him back, he's biting him, his hand going to grip on his shoulder as he kisses him roughly, clearly trying to get control back ]
-ah! [ gasps into his mouth as scaramouche bites him, precome leaking out of his own dick as the taste spreads between them. oh, that's new. he shudders, pressing harder and closer, trying to chase more of that wonderful taste. ] Easy. [ he murmurs against his lips, pinching one of his nipples to try to get scaramouche to stop, because he's not in control anymore and childe is certainly not handing the reins back. he brings the dildo to his ass, worming it against his hole and trying to press it in. ] You'll suck my dick, right, Scara, like the good little cock whore you are?
[ There's obvious satisfaction in his eyes at Childe's reaction, and it only encourages him further - though he does behave once he's pinched. He lets out another soft noise as he feels the dildo against his hole and he can't quite hide his eagerness to be filled in again. ]
[ and that's exactly why childe is, once again, easing it into him. he takes it even slower this time, eager to see him squirm, since he hadn't acknowledged his comment. clearly this is punishment. ] You already knew I was a masochist, Scara, so of course I'd get off on you biting me.
[ it works in getting him impatient, the stretch feeling good but not enough, and he sucks his bresth in, shooting him a glare that’s supposed to be menancing ]
Fine. I’ll be your eager little cock slit, so hurry up.
You already are. [ and with a sadistic laugh he shoved it the rest of the way into him, turning it on a low settings to stir his insides along with the other vibes. ] I hope you’re not full enough yet, because as soon as you get me nice and prepped… I’m joining all your new fun toys.
[ give him a few moments, he's not answering. His body is shaking again and if he didn't have the ring, he clearly would have cum right then and there. He bites on his lip, but still lets out a low whine as he glances at Childe - face flushed and tears forming to the corner of his eyes but he refuses to let them fall ]
You - what?
[ He knows he challenged him to see how much he could take but he didn't think he'd take him on that ]
You heard me, Scaramouche. [ and childe laughs, darkly, and though he's sorely tempted to make him choke on his dick he's hard pressed to resist rubbing the head of his dick on his already severely stretched hole. ] What's the matter? [ slides a hand up to his throat, tipping his head back to look him over. ] Too much?
[ Like hell he's going to give him the satisfaction of hearing him say that. ]
No. If that's what you want then I should—
[ give him a moment, the vibrations are getting to him and he has to take another deep breath, a moan escaping past his lips as his eyes go unfocused for just one second ]
...ah, Scaramouche, [ he grips his chin, hard, and kisses him, murmuring against his lips a moment later, ] What a good slut. [ he laughs, laying him back down and giving his ass a firm slap. he swiftly turns the vibes and the vibrator up to the max. ] I wonder how many times you would have come if not for the ring? Two... four... ten...
[ The threat doesn't sound very believable when he's shaking again, and his cock hurts so much by now that he really feels like begging to come. Why did he agree to this? Oh right. He gets off on torture.
He reaches over for him, trying to grab on anything that will ground him a little ]
That's - that's enough, isn't it? Come on already —
...hah! [ childe laughs! since it's real hard to take him seriously when he looks like *this*. ] Hmmm. [ he hums, thoughtful, like he's giving some serious consideration to letting scaramouche off the hook prematurely... but then backs off, moving around to his front to grab at his hair and drag him straight toward his dick. ] Get me ready, Scara, and as soon as I sink into you I'll let you come. I don't want to waste my own seed.
[ There's a pained noise as he grabs his hair and drag him like that, but he's bringing his mouth to his cock right away, licking a wet stripe up his length soon enough and wasting no time in taking him into his mouth properly, closing his lips as he begins to suck him off. He's clearly eager for it, definitely enjoying the act itself ]
This is a good look for you, Scaramouche. [ he eases up on his hair, gently raking his nails over his scalp as he shifts his anatomy to make himself bigger. ] Can you take all of me? [ laughs, trying hard not to choke him on his dick. ]
[ that's cheating but he can't deny it's a little hot to feel him shift right as he has him in his mouth. He lets out an annoyed noise, and glares at him, but adjusts his position a little, trying to take more but he's definitely not going to be able to take all of him.
He does still try to wet him as much as possible, pulling back to lick at the base where he can't reach, before going back to sucking him off and bobbing his head up and down his length ]
[ to his credit scaramouche takes him like a champ. childe smiles, staring down at him, and trying to resist the rising urge to come, himself. this feels real good, at seeing somebody like scaramouche on his knees and around his dick is something he won't soon forget. ] Alright, that's enough, I think I'm suitably prepared, don't you think? And you've just been dying to get on my dick, right?
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I — know you can't.
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I aim to prove you wrong. [ he widens his own stance, aligning himself with scara’s hole before rolling his hips and starting to fill him inch by inch. ] I wonder how great it’ll feel to have them so deep.
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He can't help the soft moan that escapes past his lips, back arching and body trembling slightly at the feeling of being filled up like that. And maybe it's worse that he's not doing it all in one go, because the anticipation is just about killing him. ]
F-fuck off.
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This bastard.
He's so big too, he's really feeling like he's falling apart ]
I - always look good.
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Hm, didn’t come, [ he knows he can’t, he’s just being a bastard. ] I guess I haven’t filled you enough. [ he eases out of Scaramouche and sets him down, patting his ass before going to take a look around the room. ] Let’s see what else I can find for your greedy little ass.
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He wants to ask him to fuck him properly - toys aren't enough, after all, but he doesn't want to give in so easily.
It's a good thing that he already set him down, because otherwise he'd have fallen on the ground ]
You know I can't come.
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Bet you'd get off of it if I ended up biting you.
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Fine. I’ll be your eager little cock slit, so hurry up.
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You - what?
[ He knows he challenged him to see how much he could take but he didn't think he'd take him on that ]
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No. If that's what you want then I should—
[ give him a moment, the vibrations are getting to him and he has to take another deep breath, a moan escaping past his lips as his eyes go unfocused for just one second ]
should - take care of wetting your cock first.
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[ The threat doesn't sound very believable when he's shaking again, and his cock hurts so much by now that he really feels like begging to come. Why did he agree to this? Oh right. He gets off on torture.
He reaches over for him, trying to grab on anything that will ground him a little ]
That's - that's enough, isn't it? Come on already —
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He does still try to wet him as much as possible, pulling back to lick at the base where he can't reach, before going back to sucking him off and bobbing his head up and down his length ]
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