[ he… didn’t expect him to go along with it, so he lets out a shuddered groan and grabs his hips to help him rock harder and faster. fuck. he thought he’d get a slap on the wrist, since they should be enjoying the park and not… this. or, hm, no… maybe this is fine too. ] How about I suck you off instead. I’d much rather save the fucking for later. Besides, [ licks his lips. ] I want to taste you so bad, Kuniku.
[ ah, fuck. How does Childe manage to drive him so crazy. He knows the brat has no self control but he, he should be a different story. And yet it all goes out the window when they're together. He keeps grinding against him, letting out a soft moan as he feels Childe against him, before he nods, reluctantly moving off of his lap ]
... Something quick. We still have the park to enjoy, even if you're such a naughty brat.
…hah, that’s what I’m saying. [ but as soon as Scara moves off his lap, he’s spinning them around and pushing him to sit. he’s on his knees a moment later, hands on scara’s and spreading them. childe presses his face against the bulge, opening his mouth and sucking him through the fabric to be an obnoxious tease. ]
And that’s just what we’ll do later. [ he leans into scara’s hand, tugging at the fabric of his pants as he immediately opens his mouth to swallow his dick. he sucks on him in earnest, moaning around him as his face instantly flushes. ]
[ One day, they'll have a date without getting horny. But today is not that day, and given that there is no risk of getting caught this time, he decides there's no risk in letting his voice out. He strokes his hair, moaning as he rocks into Childe's mouth ]
This - is so unfair of you, you know. You're always tempting me.
[ one day, but today is absolutely not. that. day. ]
[ and it likely won't be any day in the future. ]
[ childe finds it really hard not to lose himself in scaramouche's presence. ]
[ he joins scaramouche in moaning, filling the small cabin with their moans and groans as he continues to suck him off. he looks up at him through messy bangs, digging his nails into his thighs as he deep throats him, trying to coax and orgasm out of him. ]
[ He gets what he wants pretty fast - as much as he'd like to hold on and see Childe's pretty mouth around his cock for a bit longer, he really can't resist him. He comes shortly after he takes him into his throat, his grip on his hair tightening as he forces him down his cock, letting him take him as deep as he can.
And once again, he's taken over by the desire to just fill him up. ]
[ there’s a muffled sound as scaramouche fills his throat, emptying his seed into him and stifling the moan that follows. childe drinks it all, not letting a single drop go to waste as he eventually sits back to lick his swollen lips. ] Ah, [ he considers the question, giving himself a minute, because he’s feeling a bit light headed. ] almost half a dozen, though there’s a mixture of type. Some fast, some slow, …something for everybody. [ he climbs back into his seat, leaning into Scaramouche. ] What did you want to go on first? Or should I say next? [ he passes him a map he had gotten in advanced. ]
[ motherfuck. at this rate he's not going to last through all the thrill rides and this date is going to come to a premature end. he slides his hand in between his legs, pressing his palm against his painfully hard dick to rock his hips to relieve himself just a little bit. ] I hate you.
...k- knock it off, Scaramouche, we're finishing this fucken date. [ slaps at his hand, trying to edge back, but they're kind of trapped on this stupid ride as it slowly makes it descent. ] No more egg talk. Pick our next ride. Focus.
[ the compartment reaches the platform and the door opens, leaving childe to get to his feet and stumble out awkwardly. his boner is... pretty obvious and he's walking weird, but ignore all that. ] Let's get going then.
[ childe can't help but to laugh at that, because it is kind of joke. ] I do wonder if we'll ever be able to have an actual romantic date without our dicks getting in the way... [ he tries not to look down at his dick. ] I'm sure this will go away... [ maybe. ] At least in a bit.
Point. I would like to have one date that doesn't immediately turn into sex, not that I mind the sex, because I don't... seeing you all hot and bothered IS one of my favorite past times. [ he sets a hand on the small of scaramouche's back, so they can start their walk to the next ride. ] Can you imagine if we started this all the way back then, Scara, how much work we'd end up not doing?
I would have some gotten some work. I'm not that horny. [ YES HE IS. ] I do too, but today is apparently not one of those days. [ he laughs, leading scaramouche up to the front of the coaster. ]
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... Something quick. We still have the park to enjoy, even if you're such a naughty brat.
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... You really make me want to fill you up in all sort of ways.
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This - is so unfair of you, you know. You're always tempting me.
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but today is absolutely not. that. day. ]
[ and it likely won't be any day in the future. ]
[ childe finds it really hard not to lose himself in scaramouche's presence. ]
[ he joins scaramouche in moaning, filling the small cabin with their moans and groans as he continues to suck him off. he looks up at him through messy bangs, digging his nails into his thighs as he deep throats him, trying to coax and orgasm out of him. ]
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And once again, he's taken over by the desire to just fill him up. ]
... How many rides are in here.
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Then, when we go back home, I’ll stuff you with eggs as a reward.
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[ he was already having a hard time fighting off a boner… now is going to be impossible. ] Why did you have to say that?
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Because I keep thinking of how nice you’ll look with a belly full of my cum and eggs.
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You love me.
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Roller coaster first, then.
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You're cute, you know.
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You wouldn't have done any work. I'm good at time management.
But I like having days where we just go out together without fucking. Or fucking later.
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