[ it's terrible because he doesn't actually want him to get off of him, he wants to keep fucking him and release everything he has into him. But he has to - well. Think about the fact he's pretty sure he just passed eggs into Childe, and that they're in public.
It feels like he's on the other end of how things were at the arcade last time. It takes a lot of willpower for him to shift and grab on Childe's hips to force him up, but he does ]
[ ask him if he gives a shit about either of those things. he seems thrilled about the eggs, and the fact that they’re in public doesn’t seem to have phased him. ] But… but if you do that, you could hurt them. [ he digs his nails into scara’s shoulder, sharpening them to claws to anchor himself in as he slams himself back down. the force has his senses going wild, because the pain is pleasure to him, so he cums. ] Give me more. I’m not nearly full enough. I still have more room. I’m sure I could still walk too, Scara. Fuck me more, fill me more.
[ fuck. He's hard again in no time but that's not a surprise, this is incredibly arousing and he so badly wants to fill Childe with more eggs. And it's so difficult to resist him - he's starting to feel like he does when Childe uses his pheromones, again, even if he's fairly sure he isn't now. So he just lets out another pleased moan, starts rocking his hips into his partner, already forgetting why he wanted to get them both away in the first place ]
J-just one more ... I'll fill you with a few more eggs, and then we'll go. Shit — you feel so good.
[ Scaramouche might be surprised to learn that he has not used his pheromones. he tends not to use them, since he’s the bottom bitch, and he shouldn’t be asserting dominance of any kind, however… if he wants to get his way and coax a certain kind of reaction ( especially one that will result in him getting more dick ) then he can make the exception. ] I knew you’d see it my way. [ he smiles, ears turning back and tails just lazily falling this way and that way as he starts riding him again - cum spurting out of him as he’s already well past his limits. ] Ah, Scaramouche, can’t believe, can’t believe this is… this actually happening… [ he nuzzles his neck, lapping at the spot where his scent gland might be if he had one. ] It feels weird, a good weird, I love it, I love it so much, don’t stop, keep, keep filling me.
[ he's not thinking straight, and so he does exactly as he's asking - he keeps fucking him, fast and rough and with no proper pace, with the only obvious goal to finish. He does want to breed him, he does want to keep filling him in, and so it's exactly what he does: fill him with more cum and eggs shortly after.
But then as he catches his breath and sees the end of the ride is in sight, another wave of clarity hits him. And this time, rather than wait for Childe to behave, he uses Baritones powers to knock him out for good before he can drag him down again ]
[ childe's not expecting to get clobbered, so scaramouche knocks him out no problem. he collapses onto him, leaving him to deal with their 'bad' decisions. ]
[ later on he wakes up in baritones, heading throbbing. ] Eh, what... happened? [ though, that's not the only thing that hurts. ]
I triggered your heat and had to knock you out before we got out of the tunnel, just to avoid people actually seeing me balls deep into your ass. I cleaned you up as much as I could back then, and then showered you here.
[ all of his tattoos are still bright af... if scaramouche dressed him in anything their color can be seen through the fabric. he does laugh at the explanation, at least until he looks down and sees the bulge in his stomach, because he hadn't been kidding about the eggs. there are a few lumps and bumps in his stomach, his hand moving to caress the strange ( and sensitive ) skin. ] How?
I think it's my newest corruption. I've been thinking of how much I wanted to fill you with eggs since you sucked my cock. I like fooling around with you like that but I don't usually think about that so much.
[ he keeps on kneading the skin, like he’s addicted to the feeling… and it may very well be because he is. he’s still so fucken horny. ] Now you can breed me. Do you think you can only do it if you think about it like that, like you’re manifesting the idea, and not every time you fuck somebody… [ he’s going to get real pissed and real jealous of he’s going to have to worry about that. ] It feels so… weird. I think I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that it’s real. [ and because he’s just that shameless he is still hard and his dick is still leaking cum. he truly is a little slut. ]
[ he notices feeling the eggs in his stomach must be turning him on, with the way he keeps doing that, and he's very much not surprised to see him still hard. Childe's heats don't usually last a short while so of course today won't be any different.
But at least, now they're in his room. ]
....mm? Worried I'll breed someone else?
[ he brings his hand to Childe's chest, pushing him down on the bed and crawling on top of him, keeping his eyes on his face, but letting his hand feel up his stomach, knee pressing between his legs ]
…your dragon friend is into this too, isn’t he, eggs and breeding and… [ his breath catches as soon as he’s forced backward, a soft keening sound that turns into a full on moan as soon as scara starts massaging his stomach. ] Isn’t it just him, but he likes it too, I bet he’d love your eggs, be a real bitch for you eggs, and- [ and then he feels the knee and he’s helpless to start rocking into him. ] Scaramouche! I can’t take it, everything’s so hot. I… can’t think, can’t… [ he drapes an arm over his eyes, panting and babbling nonsense as he chases another round of pleasure. his heat mixed with how much being bred has him feeling is literally blowing his mind. ]
[ nods, knowing Scaramouche is talking to him, but not quite understanding him through his haze of heat. it doesn’t take him long to cum again, coating scara’s hand and the underside of his egg filled belly. he lays there, panting, as if he’s going be able to break through, but then he blurts this out instead, ] I want to build a nest.
... [ scaramouche is making it hard to avoid getting turned on all over again. ] Blankets, lots of blankets, and pillows. And you. [ he leans up to kiss him, getting a taste of himself. ] I want to lay in a nest with you, keeping you close and holding you against them.
[ childe sits up as scaramouche moves off, taking his wrist, so he can't get too far. ] I'm not sure I can promise that. [ tug. he's feeling clingy. ] Do you think you have anything I can fit into? [ that might be a bit of a stretch, especially now. also literally. ]
...that's fine, I'm sure they smell more of you than they do me now anyway. [ nuzzles into scaramouche. ] How many eggs do you think you put into me, mm? I doubt you were counting. You seemed to be in quite the frenzy too.
[ the tattoo brightens in response to the touch, and childe shudders, face flushing a deep dark red as his thoughts all scramble for a moment. that feels heavenly. the warmth radiating off of scaramouche's hand has him feeling like he could melt. or... or maybe that's just how sensitive he is... the strange mix of his heat and how the eggs and the tattoo have him wound and twisted. he doesn't respond for a few moments, mouth just hanging open as he exhales a few heavy breaths. ] Ahhh, uhm... [ he licks his lips, clearly trying to focus on whatever his answer. ] Mm. [ he nods, eyes lidding as he stares at the hand. ] Kiss it.
[ he jokes but he's quick to listen to his request, moving down on him, bringing his lips on his tattoo and kissing it, lingering on it. Then he repeats the action ]
Shutup, Scaramouche, you don't get to say that, not when... not when you did this to me. [ but also... maybe. he's so fucken high on horny heat fumes everything is his kink right now. ]
[ he sets a hand on the back of his head, ] I think it's just more sensitive... stretched... [ he's not even going to mention the eggs. that should be a given at this point. ]
[ he feels like he's pushing his luck, especially now that scaramouche had to open his stupid mouth and make a comment! but... ] Lick me. Don't be so damn stingy.
How pushy. You really can't think of anything but getting off when you're like this, mmm?
[ he's making more comments because he's a jerk. But he does do exactly as asked once more, starting to lick and nibble on the skin, right on his tattoo, his hands going to his hips ]
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It feels like he's on the other end of how things were at the arcade last time. It takes a lot of willpower for him to shift and grab on Childe's hips to force him up, but he does ]
Behave or I'll make you drunk enough to pass out.
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J-just one more ... I'll fill you with a few more eggs, and then we'll go. Shit — you feel so good.
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But then as he catches his breath and sees the end of the ride is in sight, another wave of clarity hits him. And this time, rather than wait for Childe to behave, he uses Baritones powers to knock him out for good before he can drag him down again ]
Shit.
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[ later on he wakes up in baritones, heading throbbing. ] Eh, what... happened? [ though, that's not the only thing that hurts. ]
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And I filled you with eggs.
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But at least, now they're in his room. ]
....mm? Worried I'll breed someone else?
[ he brings his hand to Childe's chest, pushing him down on the bed and crawling on top of him, keeping his eyes on his face, but letting his hand feel up his stomach, knee pressing between his legs ]
How many people do you think I'm fucking?
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[ he moves so he can stick his hand into his pants, freeing his cock so he can start jerking off, trying to get him to come again ]
You want them to be yours alone, mm? You want to be my one and only breeding bitch?
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... A nest?
[ the request surprises him, but it's a little cute ]
What do you need for it?
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I'll give you blankets and pillows, and some of my clothes. But you can't get them dirty.
Can you do that?
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[ he'll stay since he's tugging him, getting back down on the bed, this time, to pull him close for a hug ]
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[ he brings his hand to his stomach again, rubbing at it, clearly enjoying the feel and texture ]
But it sure was enough to get you in this state. Does it feel better? To have real eggs in you, outside of dreams.
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[ he jokes but he's quick to listen to his request, moving down on him, bringing his lips on his tattoo and kissing it, lingering on it. Then he repeats the action ]
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[ he sets a hand on the back of his head, ] I think it's just more sensitive... stretched... [ he's not even going to mention the eggs. that should be a given at this point. ]
[ he feels like he's pushing his luck, especially now that scaramouche had to open his stupid mouth and make a comment! but... ] Lick me. Don't be so damn stingy.
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[ he's making more comments because he's a jerk. But he does do exactly as asked once more, starting to lick and nibble on the skin, right on his tattoo, his hands going to his hips ]
I wonder if you want to fuck my mouth too?
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