[ Like hell he's going to give him the satisfaction of hearing him say that. ]
No. If that's what you want then I should—
[ give him a moment, the vibrations are getting to him and he has to take another deep breath, a moan escaping past his lips as his eyes go unfocused for just one second ]
...ah, Scaramouche, [ he grips his chin, hard, and kisses him, murmuring against his lips a moment later, ] What a good slut. [ he laughs, laying him back down and giving his ass a firm slap. he swiftly turns the vibes and the vibrator up to the max. ] I wonder how many times you would have come if not for the ring? Two... four... ten...
[ The threat doesn't sound very believable when he's shaking again, and his cock hurts so much by now that he really feels like begging to come. Why did he agree to this? Oh right. He gets off on torture.
He reaches over for him, trying to grab on anything that will ground him a little ]
That's - that's enough, isn't it? Come on already —
...hah! [ childe laughs! since it's real hard to take him seriously when he looks like *this*. ] Hmmm. [ he hums, thoughtful, like he's giving some serious consideration to letting scaramouche off the hook prematurely... but then backs off, moving around to his front to grab at his hair and drag him straight toward his dick. ] Get me ready, Scara, and as soon as I sink into you I'll let you come. I don't want to waste my own seed.
[ There's a pained noise as he grabs his hair and drag him like that, but he's bringing his mouth to his cock right away, licking a wet stripe up his length soon enough and wasting no time in taking him into his mouth properly, closing his lips as he begins to suck him off. He's clearly eager for it, definitely enjoying the act itself ]
This is a good look for you, Scaramouche. [ he eases up on his hair, gently raking his nails over his scalp as he shifts his anatomy to make himself bigger. ] Can you take all of me? [ laughs, trying hard not to choke him on his dick. ]
[ that's cheating but he can't deny it's a little hot to feel him shift right as he has him in his mouth. He lets out an annoyed noise, and glares at him, but adjusts his position a little, trying to take more but he's definitely not going to be able to take all of him.
He does still try to wet him as much as possible, pulling back to lick at the base where he can't reach, before going back to sucking him off and bobbing his head up and down his length ]
[ to his credit scaramouche takes him like a champ. childe smiles, staring down at him, and trying to resist the rising urge to come, himself. this feels real good, at seeing somebody like scaramouche on his knees and around his dick is something he won't soon forget. ] Alright, that's enough, I think I'm suitably prepared, don't you think? And you've just been dying to get on my dick, right?
[ he's dying to come. Sure, getting railed by Childe sounds fun right now but he's definitely at his limit, and even if he's feeling way too full right now, if getting stretched open even further is what it'll take for him to finally be able to release, that's fine. ]
[ and though he considers filling him past his limit he chooses to be a little nice... removing the dildo and rolling his hips up to fill him with his own big dick. it's at that point that he ghosts his fingertips over scaramouche's dick, removing the cockring so he can finally come. ]
[ Thank you Childe for having pity on him. He seems surprised when he feels him removing the Didlo and he almost protests, but Childe is filling him up before he can and soon enough, the slight is forgotten.
And as soon as he removes the ring he just starts moving, fucking himself on his cock with no shame - enough so that he's quickly getting just as loud as he had been last night. It doesn't take him much more of that for him to come, desperate as he was, but even after that he doesn't stop. ]
So good for me, Tartaglia, come on - come on, fill me up again.
[ Scaramouche hadn’t been too terrible to him, so it’s the least he could do, and he did enjoy making him suffer for the better half of an hour or so. he smirks, digging his nails into his hips and helping him fuck himself into his cock, Childe crying out along with him as Scaramouche comes and tightens around him. fuck, it’s too much, it’s so good, - and then a few short thrusts later and he’s coming, filling him up once again with an excessive amount of seed. ]
[ he hesitates after a moment, but ultimately kisses the side of his head, lowering them both down to the floor. he doesn’t pull out just yet, instead taking a moment to come down from the high… though he does turn off the bullet vibes still buried in him. ]
[ He'd brought things for electro play and yet that shocks hi more than any of that could have had. He's just quiet as he lowers them down, speechless still, like he can't really reconcile that kiss with everything they're doing here.
Childe said he missed him but he's still doubtful on the sincerity of that sentiment and in either case, that's no reason to get mushy. ]
…just forget it. [ he doesn’t have an explanation, not one he hasn’t given already. he’ll just hide his face in scaramouche’s back, shutting his eyes as his breathing slowly evens out. ]
Have you really been so lonely in this place. Alexander seems to be very fond of you, enough that he told me not to break you. You must have made friends.
So what is it? Because they've never seen you the way I have? None of them know what it's like to be a Harbinger after all.
[ childe laughs. ] I’m not the least bit lonely. I have Zhongli Xiansheng, Five sensei, And Alexander… to name a few, but it’s like I said, the Harbingers were like a second family to me - even if we just barely got along and mostly just tolerated each other. And given some of the shit that’s happened here they’ve seen plenty of me. But, mm, maybe it’s that, and I told you a missed you, but your stupid head is so thick you probably didn’t hear me.
You already know I stole the Gnosis. Even if I didn't see you die you can guess we weren't on the best of terms anymore. You were sent after me, you know.
I know… both things, actually. Do you think I’d just cut you down without trying to talk to you… [ eases out of him. ] Doesn’t matter in your timeline anymore, since we’re both dead, but… [ maybe in his own he can beat some sense into Scaramouche, who knows. ]
I had nothing better to do. And joining at least gave me the chance to burn away everything I hated. It was better than continuing to wander with no purpose.
And after all the time spent with the Tsaritsa and her Harbingers you decided to set fire to that too? What if you hadn’t died… you’d have nobody once again.
[ he just laughs at that, and since Childe has already pulled out, he'll move off him further, reaching to take the bullet vibes off of himself and then get up ]
Like I gave a damn about any of that. For all I care the whole world could go up in flames. Humans are worthless and we're all just living a lie anyway, so why bother? Good thing by now it's all a pile of ashes and nothing else.
[ childe doesn't let him get far and shoves him down and slams his head straight into the floor. ] I'll kill you myself then. Just because you're pissed off at the world doesn't mean it deserves to burn.
[ He didn't expect it and it does take him a few moments to even be able to react, still feeling the hit and light-headed after it ]
Then you better waste no time in trying to talk sense into me, Tartaglia, because the world is going up in flames and everyone is going to go mad. By the time I died absolutely nothing was salvageable.
I wonder if you went crazy too. Maybe you did and killed your precious family.
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No. If that's what you want then I should—
[ give him a moment, the vibrations are getting to him and he has to take another deep breath, a moan escaping past his lips as his eyes go unfocused for just one second ]
should - take care of wetting your cock first.
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[ The threat doesn't sound very believable when he's shaking again, and his cock hurts so much by now that he really feels like begging to come. Why did he agree to this? Oh right. He gets off on torture.
He reaches over for him, trying to grab on anything that will ground him a little ]
That's - that's enough, isn't it? Come on already —
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He does still try to wet him as much as possible, pulling back to lick at the base where he can't reach, before going back to sucking him off and bobbing his head up and down his length ]
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Fuck me already.
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And as soon as he removes the ring he just starts moving, fucking himself on his cock with no shame - enough so that he's quickly getting just as loud as he had been last night. It doesn't take him much more of that for him to come, desperate as he was, but even after that he doesn't stop. ]
So good for me, Tartaglia, come on - come on, fill me up again.
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[ he hesitates after a moment, but ultimately kisses the side of his head, lowering them both down to the floor. he doesn’t pull out just yet, instead taking a moment to come down from the high… though he does turn off the bullet vibes still buried in him. ]
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Childe said he missed him but he's still doubtful on the sincerity of that sentiment and in either case, that's no reason to get mushy. ]
What was that for.
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So what is it? Because they've never seen you the way I have? None of them know what it's like to be a Harbinger after all.
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Of course I can't imagine you'd miss me.
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Like I gave a damn about any of that. For all I care the whole world could go up in flames. Humans are worthless and we're all just living a lie anyway, so why bother? Good thing by now it's all a pile of ashes and nothing else.
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Then you better waste no time in trying to talk sense into me, Tartaglia, because the world is going up in flames and everyone is going to go mad. By the time I died absolutely nothing was salvageable.
I wonder if you went crazy too. Maybe you did and killed your precious family.
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