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Pinocchio: Mmm ... and where are you taking me?

Caeli; The amusement park.

[ SOME TIME LATER ]

Pinocchio: I'm waiting outside Wild City

[ no response. he just heads to the door in this, something a lot more casual than he's normally in. but the weather's gotten warmer, so he might as well dress to better suit it. ] Kunikuzushi. [ tries to capture his chin in hand, so he can kiss him. ]

[ He's surprised but he kisses him back, clearly enjoying the gesture, his hand going behind his neck ]

Using my real name today?

...is that a problem? [ he snakes an arm around him and pulls him close. ]

No. I like it.

[ he kisses him again, a little more softly this time ]

But just because I do doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you, you know.

… [ he holds him a bit closer. ] You’re a little too good at what you do. [ setting him off. he knew just what to say. ] I want to make it up to you. Another date.

Mmm ... pissing people off is my specialty. But that's twice you've denied me my pleasure, and that's unforgivable.

Just one date won't be enough. You need to increase the quantity.

[ a muted laugh. ] …I can’t deny that. You’re mine for today though, all of today, and tonight I’ll give you as much pleasure as you can handle. Maybe even more. [ his hand drops to the small of his back, pressing in lightly. if the mark stuck around it’s likely still a little sore. ] You’re not leaving me. [ his tone dips, becoming much darker and deeper for a moment. ] Now you know that and he knows that. [ as if Pentium was in on this or something. ]

[ it is still sore, but the slight jump and shiver have more to do with arousal than pain, given how his pupils instantly turn into hearts and his face already looks slightly flushed ]

I should punish you for ruining my body too, you know. I didn't give you permission to.

I didn’t ruin it. [ he spins them, pinning Scaramouche to the door. ] …Scara are beautiful. [ he tips his head and noses his neck. ] You’re even more beautiful now.

—If you keep that up I'm going to fuck you against this door.

Did you want to go inside and fuck first…? [ he said he wouldn’t deny him today. ]

[ he very badly wants to, and he’s getting hornier by the second. But he does want to have nice day out, and if they go, he’ll keep him in the entire day ]

… not yet. After our nice daye out.

Alright. [ he reaches for his hand, taking it in his own, and leading him into the elevator. ] Did you want me to drive there or would you prefer to ride me?

[ HE'S DOING IT ON PURPOSE!!! ]

...

...

I'll ride you.

[ HE IS. ]

Do you have a preference in animal, or is horse okay?

Mmm ... I can ride horses just fine, so that works for me.

[ as soon as they reach the ground floor childe turns into a horse. whinnes, signaling him to climb aboard. ]

[ he does so easily, holding onto him, looking pretty satisfied ]

Next time will be on the bedroom.

[ childe stamps his foot and snaps his tail back and forth, giving scaramouche as cheeky a look as he can manage as a horse. he looks forward to it. ]

[ now that he's situated he takes off running. time to go to the amusement park! ]

[ he holds on tight - and maybe a car would have been better, but he does enjoy the ride and how it feels to do this. There's a special kind of freedom in just, well. Riding your boyfriend turned horse. ]

You know. I wonder if I should leave a mark on you as well.

[ driving a car is certainly a novelty. no doubt about it. and he's also enjoyed how scaramouche likes climbing into his lap, but there is something weirdly special about this, so he'll enjoy it for what it is. he can't really answer at the moment, but he does whinny. it's something to consider... and it would be fair. ]

I wonder how he'd react if I put the electro mark on you. Mmm ... but maybe that'd cause too much trouble?

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