[ 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 ]
No. [ answers a little too quickly. it should be obvious that all he can think about is getting off... his eyes snap shut as scaramouche does as he had asked, his breaths coming out uneven as he starts to bodily shudder. if he listens closely he'll hear a whispered mantra of snezhnayan curses under his breath, cum beading at the tip of his dick. ] W- What? [ said as he slowly comes out of his heated stupor. ] M- me? Fuck your mouth? [ he almost comes right on the spot. ] Yes, yes, let me fuck your mouth.
[ he loves that - loves how desperate Childe is for him, and he wants to draw more of that out, wants to please him more, to see him come completely undone. So he shifts again, moving down between his legs - his hands going to his thigh to spread his legs apart as he closes his lips around his cock.
He barely gives him any time to adjust before he's already deep-throating him ]
[ he chokes out a moan as his hands fly to scaramouche’s head, nails digging in as he tries to prevent him from doing just that - deep throating him. he knows he’s not going to be able to keep from climaxing for long and Scaramouche isn’t making it any easier. ]
[ he jerks his hips frantically, fucking his throat as he fills the ( thankfully ) sound proof room with his wanton moans of pleasure. ]
[ his toes curls and his tails twist as he finally cums, his climax not nearly as impressive as it had been early, but he is finally exhausting some of his stamina. ] You have the perfect mouth, Kuniku…
... [ childe stares at his mouth, his eyes dipping to his throat as he swallows his seed. he fucken has the balls to ask him THAT when he's making a god damn show of swallowing?! he glares. ] Shutup. [ scowls, shifting so that he can drape his tails over them both. ] Until my heat passes and probably until I lay these eggs I think my thoughts are going to be completely scrambled... [ even having this conversation is difficult, his eyes still on scara's lips, so he just gives him a kiss, and then another, and another and another. ] I never made the nest. I wanted you back inside me, cockwarming with me...
[ there's a little laugh at that, and he kisses him again, pulling back after. He's not too far, he's just getting more blankets and pillows, and more or less throwing them at him once he gets them out of his closet.
And then, he finally takes some of the clothes he stole from Childe, handing them over to him ]
[ childe turns in scaramouche's direction, pouting at him the entire time. his tails are all wilted on the bed, ears down and turned back. FEEL SORRY FOR LEAVING HIM ALL ALONE ON THE BED YOU ASS... and then he's hit in the face with a pillow, and then another, and probably a few blankets. oof. ] I was always cute. [ he takes the clothes, stripping out of his severely rumpled clothing and throwing it all aside. he puts on the shorts and tugs the oversized hoodie over his head, which thankfully still fits even as he is. ]
[ he fluffs up the blankets and gets to work, making a big and comfy nest of all the stuff scaramouche gave him and then nestling into it. ] Come here. [ he lays on his back, arms out. ] I want you on top of me for a minute.
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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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He barely gives him any time to adjust before he's already deep-throating him ]
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[ he jerks his hips frantically, fucking his throat as he fills the ( thankfully ) sound proof room with his wanton moans of pleasure. ]
[ his toes curls and his tails twist as he finally cums, his climax not nearly as impressive as it had been early, but he is finally exhausting some of his stamina. ] You have the perfect mouth, Kuniku…
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Are you finally satisfied?
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We have to take care of the nest first then. You have to let me go for that, you know.
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Alright. [ he... reluctantly lets go of scaramouche, his tattoo dimming. ]
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You're getting quite cute, you know.
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