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[ his eyes turn into hearts immediately, so that betrays him right away, but— ]

I don't feel like helping you. Convince me.

[ cute… ] If you help me you can have another cookie. [ grins. ] And You can sit in my lap while we eat, so I can feed [ possibly fuck. ] you.

[ definitely fuck. He walks up to the counter ]

How do we start?

[ explains each of the three dishes, so Scaramouche can choose which they prepare first, and then he’ll go over how to prepare it. he’s got all the ingredients already - they just need to cut, prepare, season, and cook. he’ll keep Scara caged between him and counter, occasionally ( innocently ) grinding into him. ]

[ Totally innocently. He's trying to focus on the dish because he's not used to cooking but he doesn't want to mess it up, but it's obvious that Childe grinding into him each time has him distracted and wanting for more. ]

... If you keep up like that I won't be able to stop thinking about doing a little more than occasionally grinding against you.

Dessert isn’t just cookies and cake, … [ he takes his hand, bringing it back, so he can kiss his wrist. ]

Oh, and you grinding against me won't spoil my appetite...?

I can be good. [ can he though? releases his wrist and goes back to helping him finish the dish. ] We can do just the one. I’m honestly just glad you stuck it out with me the entire time, and look what you managed to make. [ kisses the side of his head. ]

[ oh no, he's not allowed to be sweet and cute after that. But he likes it, his eyes makes it obvious he does, and he wraps his arms around Childe's waist, going to hide his face on his chest ]

[ childe sets a hand on scaramouche’s back, and then he says in inazuman, ] I love you. [ grabs the plates they’ve prepared and steers Scara into the living room. they don’t need to eat at the table, his lap should suffice. ] I hope you’re hungry.

[ how dare he do that, it's a critical hit, and he keeps his face well hidden for a bit more after, quiet. Once Childe sits down, he does just sit on his lap ]

I'm very hungry. Someone didn't let me eat the cookies.

[ childe’s tails all fan out around them as he sits, a huff of laughter expelled as scaramouche takes a seat in his lap. childe loops an arm around him, holding him closely as he… steals the first bite for himself. ] I get the feeling if I would have let you eat them, you would have eaten them all… [ he does feed him the second bite. ] This is delicious, you did good, Kuniku.

You did most of the work and you know it.

[ but he likes hearing it, and as he takes that second bite he can’t help but agree: he did do well ]

I love you too.

[ and he copies childe, saying it in his language ]

I know. I was trying not to say it. But... that still doesn't take away from how you indulged me, stuck around and played kitchen... I appreciate that. [ kisses him as he takes another bite. ] I didn't know you had such a sweet tooth, Scara, or is it just that you have a thing for my cookies?

[ he kisses him back, pupils fully going into hearts now ]

It’s your dessert I’m crazy about. And I was promised more.

Is there a particular *more* you’re interested in, … [ rolls his hips up. ]

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[ he lets out a soft groan as he feels Childe rolling his hips up, and he grinds right back against him, tilting his head a little so he can look at him ]

Keep feeding me.

[ he doesn't stop, especially not when he's looking at him like *that*. ] Did you want me to feed you the cake?

[ One day they’ll have a date when they don’t get too horny for their own good. Today is not that day ]

Mmm. Yes. Though I could do with the addition of *your* cream.

[ childe snorts. ] I think I can manage that... [ buries his face in his neck, sucking a bright red mark into it. ] You know, Scaramouche, I haven't been feeling quite right recently... a little... weird...

[ ah, fuck, he loves that. There’s another soft noise of pleasure as he sucks on his neck and marks him. He’s hard already and grinding against him with an edge of desperation ]

What’s that supposed to mean? Weird how?

...feels like a heat, but... not really. I'm hot. [ he ruts against him a bit more desperately now. ] And there's a knot in the pit of my stomach. It's making it a little hard to focus, especially with you sitting on my dick like this.

I think I’d rather you have a knot deep in my ass than in the pit of your stomach—

[ he says as he keeps grinding back on him, enjoying the feeling of Childe’s cock against his ass, and how they’re doing this after having just cooked a cute, romantic meal for each other ]

[ romantic isn't something that either of them can do for long... at least with each other. scaramouche will feel childe's dick twitch at that, a groan spilling out of his mouth as he ducks his head and heaves a laugh. ] ...start squirming out of your clothing then, Scara. If you want to keep it, that is, because if not... I'm going to shred it. [ he's already feeling a bit light-headed, but the heaviness in his dick isn't exactly helping that. ]

[ on one hand, it’s always hot when Childe rips his clothes. On the other, it forces him to buy more copies and he likes his clothes. So he does squirm out of them as fast as possible, discarding them and trying to make sure he keeps grinding against Childe in between each movement ]

My hole - is begging for your cock, you know.

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