[ 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 ]
...touch it, Kunikuzushi, please touch it. [ he huffs out in between a moan as he's fucked senseless. ] Don't then, keep fucking me and filling me and breeding me. I'm a bitch, make me your bitch, ...hah, haha. [ cum oozes from the head of his dick at being called a cumslut. he gets off on being degraded by an alpha. ]
[ he kisses him hard, cumming the instant scaramouche's hand presses into his stomach and crying out into his mouth. fuck fuck fuck. he's seeing stars. ]
[ He's so beautiful and enticing. he always is, but especially now, when he's fucked out of his mind. He keeps rocking into him, hard and insistent, giving him no respite until finally he's coming too, spilling deep into him and—
he hadn't thought too much about his desire to fill Childe with eggs, after all, it is a kink they've played with. But there's that strange urge again and as he comes, he can't hold himself back any more.
He keeps Childe in place with the arm around his waist, not allowing him to move at all. His other hand is still on his tattoo, touching and pressing, and he begins to fill him up with something else.
They're small, but they quickly grow as they pass onto Childe — he's filling him with eggs ]
[ childe doesn’t think about the stupid shit that comes out of his mouth, least of all when he’s in heat. he’ll say whatever’s on his mind, or more to the point whatever he knows his partner wants to hear, since pleasing them is of the utmost importance… and not only that, getting dicked down is his only priority. ]
[ that, and asking Scaramouche to breed him and fill him with eggs is just their thing, their kink, and something they’ve done in dreams and tried to do outside of dreams with only mild success… so when he feels himself bloating with more than just come he’s hit with some clarity. he slows for a fraction of a second, confused, but rather than question it, he instead gets more turned on. ]
[ he comes a second time, he hand covering scaramouche’s and pressing in on it, so they can both feel the lumpy and bumpy texture of the swelling eggs he’s being filled with. ]
Keep breeding me. Look, I’m you’re bitch. Ah, this feels incredible, so good, Scara, the stretch feels so good. [ he pants against his neck, words breaking apart into moans that turn into cries as the pleasure borders into pain. ]
[ he really does want to keep him like this forever. He feels so hot and tight and he's so, so beautiful. Even in the barely lit tunnel, he still looks captivating. He keeps his hand on his belly, letting himself feel that texture, enjoying the though that he's being filled with his eggs ...
But, but then I’ll have to get off of you, and I don’t want to move, Scara, I want you to keep fucking me. Keep fucking me full. [ sorry, Scara, but breeding heat brain is full of stupid, and you’re going to have a time talking some sense into him. at least there seems to be some ride left, so get to it. ]
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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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[ he kisses him hard, cumming the instant scaramouche's hand presses into his stomach and crying out into his mouth. fuck fuck fuck. he's seeing stars. ]
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he hadn't thought too much about his desire to fill Childe with eggs, after all, it is a kink they've played with. But there's that strange urge again and as he comes, he can't hold himself back any more.
He keeps Childe in place with the arm around his waist, not allowing him to move at all. His other hand is still on his tattoo, touching and pressing, and he begins to fill him up with something else.
They're small, but they quickly grow as they pass onto Childe — he's filling him with eggs ]
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[ that, and asking Scaramouche to breed him and fill him with eggs is just their thing, their kink, and something they’ve done in dreams and tried to do outside of dreams with only mild success… so when he feels himself bloating with more than just come he’s hit with some clarity. he slows for a fraction of a second, confused, but rather than question it, he instead gets more turned on. ]
[ he comes a second time, he hand covering scaramouche’s and pressing in on it, so they can both feel the lumpy and bumpy texture of the swelling eggs he’s being filled with. ]
Keep breeding me. Look, I’m you’re bitch. Ah, this feels incredible, so good, Scara, the stretch feels so good. [ he pants against his neck, words breaking apart into moans that turn into cries as the pleasure borders into pain. ]
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And then it does hit him.
He's actually filling him with eggs. ]
—I. Think we should go hide somewhere fast.
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