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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.

[ childe scrambles, the feelings starting to make him feel drunk. stupid scaramouche and his stupid tight needy hole. ] Hurry. [ he huffs, nudging him forward, so he can start figuring out his own clothing. childe, on the other hand, is fumbling with his zipper, so he can take his dick out, which is already pretty engorged. ] F- Fuck.

[ he does as fast as possible and then immediately brings his hand to Childe’s cock, guiding it against his ass and letting it slide along his cheeks as he keeps grinding back against him. He wants to suck him off, wants to feel the weight of it on his tongue, to taste Childe’s come— but he doesn’t think Childe has the patience for it this time around ]

After — I want to suck you off.

…hah, fine, I’m sure I have it in me for a couple of good fucks. [ he grabs scaramouche’s hips and shoves him down onto his dick, the thick globs of cum oozing from the tip helping to make the sudden intrusion easier, though it likely still hurts. he’s sensitive, so much more sensitive than he should be, and it takes a lot not to come on the spot. ] I’m going to breed you, Scaramouche, like you bred me, make you my cum dumpster, fill you over and over and over… [ he brings a hand to his stomach, fingers dancing across the pronounced little bulge his cock has made there. ] You feel so good.

[ of course it hurts, but he doesn’t care. He lets out a cry of pleasure as soon as Childe enters him, body trembling and hand moving over to Childe’s on his stomach ]

That’s a good dessert.

[ childe growls some kind of response against the nape of scaramouche's neck, 'mine' mangled in the mix, his eyes glowing a mix of purple and blue, and the tattoo on his stomach, the one pressed into scaramouche's back... he'll feel it growing hot ( and getting hotter ) with each passing second. he shifts, shoving scaramouche down into the table and changing the angle of things, rapidly thrusting into him and giving him little to no reprieve as his actions become a touch more feral. ]

[ if this is going to be dessert from now on, sign him up. Childe is always a sight when he loses control, but especially now, chasing his pleasure and using him however he wants. He barely has the time to react as he changes position, and already he’s feeling himself getting close ]

Just - just like that, come on, fill me up to the brim and shove your knot inside me.

[ childe sinks his teeth into scara’s neck, marking him again, but also drinking a bit of his blood. he groans, picking up the pace and churning his insides as he forces his knot into him. his already engorged cock swells just a little bit more, prompting a cry, because tight, t- too tight, but it still feels so fucken good. ] I’m going to give you more than that.

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