Alright, fine, but we're getting ice cream beforehand. We can ride the boat and enjoy the treat at the same time. I'm sure there's something stupid like a love tunnel around here somewhere.
[ the roller coaster is probably not that exciting for the two of them, given the feats they're able to do in combat, but it's still a nice experience and they're experiencing it together. Part of him feels like he should be thankful that Morax isn't here right now, so Childe can focus his attention on him, but he knows that's mean even for him, and Childe would be upset if he knew he thought that. He can't help being a petty bitch but, at least, he'll keep it to himself ]
[ it's new and that's exciting... but that's about it. childe has definitely performed feats more daring that this thing could ever do. as soon as it's finished he steps off, waiting for scaramouche to join him before looking for something a little more low-key. also the ice cream. he's going to get him back for turning him on so much earlier. ]
Are you surprised? Sometimes something like this is all it takes. And if you can believe it this is even a lot. [ he manages to find the ice cream stand. ] Did you want something?
[ fetches a scoop of strawberry for scaramouche. he's in the middle of getting himself a strawberry popsicle, raising an eyebrow and giving a laugh. ] I think just about anything could be a couple's acivity. [ he leans in, giving a lick to the top of his scoop. ] If you want me to help you eat you ice cream I can. [ but then he takes his popsicle and eases it into his mouth, slow and steady... purposefully. and then he pops it back out like he didn't do that to be a fuck. ] But I've got my own.
[ he wanted to just enjoy his ice cream in peace!!! he doesn't catch on immediately but of course it hits eventually, and he can't help but stare, his eyes never leaving Childe even once.
And again.
He thinks of how much he wants to fill him with eggs ]
[ he takes a normal lick the second time around, so it's not too suspicious. ] Is something the matter, Scaramouche? Your ice cream is going to melt if you're not careful. [ >3 ]
[ he steps closer, humming thoughtfully as he loops his tails around him. ] Milky. [ grins fiendishly, offering the dripping treat to Scara for a taste. ] Want to try a lick?
[ moans into his mouth, giving no resistance as his mouth is ravaged and he’s kissed. he shuts his eyes, grabbed for Scaramouche and holding him closely, taking a few steps back until his back is met with the ride entrance. ]
[ he pretty much pushes him in, just moderately careful not to get them both into the water, but he's getting him IN the ride without stopping to kiss him for even a moment. His hand moves to the back of his head, grabbing and tugging at his hair there as he pulls back ]
You're making it hard not to fuck you and fill you up right here in this tunnel, you know.
[ there's a short laugh at that, because it's a little insulting, isn't it? But damn, he wants him so badly that a quick fuck sounds nice. He quickly brings his hands on Childe's pants, undoing them as fast as possible but then he pulls back.
it's only for a short while, however - he sits down properly, undoing his own pants and freeing his already hard cock to pull Childe over his lap ]
[ it could be a long ride! he doesn't know!! he's never bothered to ride this stupid ride, but he's having a hard time enjoying their date, because he's so fucken horny. as soon as scaramouche sits down childe is in his lap and brings his hand to his shoulders, riding him roughly. ] Breed me, Scara.
[ aah, fuck. Maybe he'll keep filling him in even after the ride is over. Who cares if people see? They SHOULD see him breeding Childe, showing everyone he's his bitch, everyone else be damned.
He's always felt possessive but the way Childe tells him to breed him makes him feel something different, an urge he can't quite describe but that he can't resist. His pupils turn into hearts, he wraps his arm around Childe's waist and he helps him along as he rocks his hips into him - fast and just as rough, wanting to see him stuffed full ]
I'm — going to. I'll fill you with cum and eggs so you'll have to walk around this beautiful amusement park with your belly stuffed full, horny and unable to release until I'm satisfied.
And then - I'll fuck you again and fill you with even more.
[ something feral stirs in childe and as he rides scaramouche he growls, his tails all bristling as his tattoos glow. the one on his stomach turns the brightest and he chuckles at the declaration, seemingly having NO problem with it. ] Hah, do it, Scaramouche, fuck me full of eggs, so that I can't even do that much, that I can't walk, that you'll have to find a way to carry me back to the dorm. [ he impales himself onto his deep, loving the sensation of having scara so deep inside of him. ] Or you could just not stop, never stop...
[ there's a short, breathless laugh as Childe responds to him, as he sees his tattoo glow - he knows what it means. He triggered his heat.
It's always exciting when it happens and he feels himself getting spurred on, wanting to make Childe lose it more and more. ]
That's right, I shouldn't stop - I should keep fucking you right in front of everyone, show them all that you're my own personal - cumslut.
[ he kisses him again, hungry and needy, but he's getting breathless, and he knows he's close. He bring his hand to Childe's stomach, letting it rest on his tattoo and pressing on it ]
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[ time to ride a roller coaster!!! ]
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Is this what humans enjoy?
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Are you surprised? Sometimes something like this is all it takes. And if you can believe it this is even a lot. [ he manages to find the ice cream stand. ] Did you want something?
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And again.
He thinks of how much he wants to fill him with eggs ]
... Tartaglia.
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[ he's eating his ice cream now but.
His eyes are still on childe, and his mouth ]
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... Let's - let's just go to the tunnel.
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... How was the ice cream.
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You're making it hard not to fuck you and fill you up right here in this tunnel, you know.
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What happened to that, ..?
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You're being a tease.
[ he moves so he can kiss at his jaw, following up with nibbles on his neck as the ride starts ]
And I still remember how good your mouth felt just earlier.
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it's only for a short while, however - he sits down properly, undoing his own pants and freeing his already hard cock to pull Childe over his lap ]
Ride me.
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He's always felt possessive but the way Childe tells him to breed him makes him feel something different, an urge he can't quite describe but that he can't resist. His pupils turn into hearts, he wraps his arm around Childe's waist and he helps him along as he rocks his hips into him - fast and just as rough, wanting to see him stuffed full ]
I'm — going to. I'll fill you with cum and eggs so you'll have to walk around this beautiful amusement park with your belly stuffed full, horny and unable to release until I'm satisfied.
And then - I'll fuck you again and fill you with even more.
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It's always exciting when it happens and he feels himself getting spurred on, wanting to make Childe lose it more and more. ]
That's right, I shouldn't stop - I should keep fucking you right in front of everyone, show them all that you're my own personal - cumslut.
[ he kisses him again, hungry and needy, but he's getting breathless, and he knows he's close. He bring his hand to Childe's stomach, letting it rest on his tattoo and pressing on it ]
You feel - so good. I want to breed you—
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