[ childe kisses scaramouche without thinking... holding him on place atop him. he shifts, spreading his legs a bit wider, so he can work on pushing them out. the kiss doesn't last long once he starts, and he instead buries his face in scara's neck; huffing and puffing as he makes muffled keening noises into the skin. thankfully his heat makes him slick, and he's still so very turned on, so despite how much this hurts it's not nearly as bad as it could be. ]
[ he's enjoying every moment of it - the way he clings to him, how he buries his face in his neck, and the knowledge that these really are his eggs. He's not thinking about how potentially disturbing this new change is - for now, it's something they're both turned on about, so who cares? ]
Just like that, push them out so I can fill you in again.
[ all of that can come later... and then the both of them can come to realize that childe's got a similar corruption. ] Mm, yes, you've got to fill me again, because I... really feel empty now. [ he continues laying all of the eggs, eventually stifling the moans by sinking his fangs into scaramouche's neck to drink some of his blood. should he have asked, yeah probably... did he? no. ]
I know. I never said you hadn't been... and I'm thankful you've been so accommodating. I know you've been enjoying it too. [ kisses him roughly. ] I noticed your eyes have been hearts almost the entire time, Kuniku. [ nips at his lower lip, squirming around beneath him, his hole slick, puffing, and leaking the remainder of the cum scara had pumped into him earlier now that the eggs are no longer keeping it in him. ]
[ they're still hearts, even now - after all, Childe has been a little too tempting. It's only because he doubted he could keep up with him that he didn't fuck him right as soon as he woke up.
But that's a worry for another day, and once he's properly aligned against him, he pushes in easily ]
Still - so tight and warm for me, even after laying all those eggs ... You really are the best hole.
...the best bitch, [ he murmurs against his lips as he steals another kiss. ] K- Keep praising me, Scaramouche. [ he tilts his head to sink his fangs back in, drinking another helping of blood from him, replenishing his stamina, which probably isn't a good thing for scara, since childe is already outlasting him in every facet of this fuck fest. ] I love you, Scara, love your dick, your cum, your eggs, I love how you feel inside of me, fucking me, ...I don't want you to leave me this time, keep fucking me... and once you fill me, I want to cockwarm for the rest of the night, ...
[ he's definitely starting to feel light-headed, and he knows he's collapsing for sure after this, but for now, he doesn't care - all he cares about is fucking and breeding him ]
I won't - I'll stay deep inside you, there's no one to interrupt us here, I'm going to - stay right here with you.
Good. D- Don't leave me. I love you dick, Scaramouche. It's fucken incredible... so good, the best, fucken fill me... give me more eggs, pleasepleasepleaseplease. [ he shoves himself back against him, fucking himself on him and moaning loudly and lewdly. ]
[ This time, he decides to let Childe set the pace - letting him fuck himself on his cock as much as he wants. It's absolutely captivating, and he loves looking at him like this, hearing him beg.
But he'd been waiting for a while, and of course with the way they're going, he's not going to last for long. So he ends up coming soon after, releasing his eggs inside of him just like earlier ]
I'll - give you just as many as you want. So good, my sweet and charming little slut. I'd do anything for you.
[ childe seems to slow down as scaramouche releases inside him, sinking back down into the nest as he reaches his own climax. ] Then spend the rest of the night with me… [ he sets a hand on his stomach, rubbing his tattoo and short circuiting his brain once again as he nuzzles into the blankets. ] Keep driving me crazy until we both fall asleep.
Do you know how exhausted I am going to be as soon as my heat finally tapers, ... [ he'll be dead. ] Just... [ he moves his arms over scara's, so he can just start idly making them move over his stomach. ] I just mean... touch my tattoo. Right now everything feels good. Too good. I know that's not going to last. I'm going to be sore as fuck and the pain that going this hard is going to bring is going to hit me like a freight train... or ten. [ peers over his shoulder. ] Couldn't be me. [ a cheeky grin. ]
[ he does bring his hand to his tattoo, and then just keeps it there, enjoying the feel of his stomach like this. There's something incredibly satisfying about getting Childe into heat, and seeing him filled up with eggs. Real ones, and his on top of that ]
You say that like you're not going to get off on that pain, heat or not.
[ snorts. ] ...maybe a little. [ ... ] How did it feel, to breed me? [ he drags scara's hand to one of the eggs as he asks, tracing the shape of it. ] I'm going to need to get in the shower after a nap, though I'm not sure if I'll be able to stand that long...
I know you do. [ he turns around and loops his arms around scaramouche, giving him a couple of kisses. ] Greedy Scaramouche. [ nips at his lip, drawing a bit of blood. ]
I should be the one breeding you... [ he rocks against him in the laziest manner known to man, shutting his eyes. ] But I do look good full of eggs. [ one of his hands moves back to his stomach as his face flushes a bright red, one last kiss given to scaramouche. ] I make the best bred bitch.
Let's get some sleep. I'm going to hate myself in the morning. [ aka, he's going to be sore af and mad about it. ] I almost wish I had a little bit more self control... [ tugs scaramouche closer, squishing him against his egg filled belly. ]
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Just like that, push them out so I can fill you in again.
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Someone's getting - greedy ...
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[ And since Childe is done now, he will shift his position, angling his cock right against his hole ]
I wonder how wet you must be now.
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But that's a worry for another day, and once he's properly aligned against him, he pushes in easily ]
Still - so tight and warm for me, even after laying all those eggs ... You really are the best hole.
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I won't - I'll stay deep inside you, there's no one to interrupt us here, I'm going to - stay right here with you.
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But he'd been waiting for a while, and of course with the way they're going, he's not going to last for long. So he ends up coming soon after, releasing his eggs inside of him just like earlier ]
I'll - give you just as many as you want. So good, my sweet and charming little slut. I'd do anything for you.
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[ he does lay on his side, reaching over for Childe so he can wrap his arms around him, keeping him close ]
I don't think I have enough stamina left to drive you crazy any more than this. I lost a lot of blood because of someone.
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You say that like you're not going to get off on that pain, heat or not.
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I'm the one who put real eggs into you.
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I should be the one breeding you... [ he rocks against him in the laziest manner known to man, shutting his eyes. ] But I do look good full of eggs. [ one of his hands moves back to his stomach as his face flushes a bright red, one last kiss given to scaramouche. ] I make the best bred bitch.
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You do.
But I'll let you breed me next time.
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Let's get some sleep. I'm going to hate myself in the morning. [ aka, he's going to be sore af and mad about it. ] I almost wish I had a little bit more self control... [ tugs scaramouche closer, squishing him against his egg filled belly. ]