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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.

[ It feels too good, the pain and pleasure mixed together and making him come as soon as Childe pushes his knot into him. It’s enough that he’s completely out of it for a few seconds after, not really understanding what Childe is saying just yet ]

L-love you … Especially when you’re so deep inside me.

I’m going to make sure that everybody knows that you’re mine, inside and outside. [ he rocks, shuddering as something passes along the length of his dick, his climax following just as the heaviness of the egg fills Scaramouche. he pants, fangs dripping with blood as he flashes him with a dark grin. ] I’m going to breed you until you can’t take it anymore. [ another couple of languid thrusts and a second egg joins the first. ]

[ he’s immediately a little alarmed as he feels Childe pass the eggs - the feeling is something familiar, after all, but he didn’t expect it to come from HIM. But it’s hot as hell and he’s gasping, body trembling and pupils turning into hearts all over again ]

You’re — breeding me … you’re actually—

[ How unfair. It feels so much hotter than it has any right to, knowing it’s Childe that is breeding him, and of course it’s going straight to his cock ]

Fuck.

[ he’ll take and make something of the egg situation later, but for now it’s gone to his head and his dick, and all he can think about doing is breeding Scaramouche full… scenting and marking him and making sure that every last motherfucker in Tokyo-F knows that Scaramouche is HIS first and foremost. he clings to him, edging on desperate, as he continues to rock into him, emptying cum and eggs alike to fill his belly. ] I am, you’re… you’re mine after all, and I need to be a good mate, the best, … [ he heaved a breath, his vision blurring as the sensory overload starts to become too much. ]

[ he’s feeling so full already, and he brings one hand to his belly, feeling it up as Childe keeps going on. Now he gets why he couldn’t stop playing with the skin there, when he was the one breeding him - it truly us addictive. ]

You’re the best mate I could ask for. And I’m - always going to be yours. Your perfect little sexdoll.

[ childe’s temperament seems to change at that, becoming a touch more subdued as he starts licking a few of the marks he made earlier. one of his own hands slides down to meet scaramouche’s, lacing their fingers together as he presses firmly on his stomach. ] I think that’s six… [ he grins, the flicker of his toothy grin obvious regardless of whether Scara turns his head or not. ] Did you want to go for eleven?

[ he does turn his head to him, but it’s mostly in an attempt to get a kiss. ]

I think I can do eleven. They are yours, it should be eleven.

[ childe kisses him back as best he can, webs of spit hanging between them as it’s more sloppy than anything. ] Eleven it is. [ his eyes shine brightly again, another rock of his hips sending an abrupt splash of cum into Scara that’s followed by the next three eggs. ] Two… two more… [ his hand dips, cradling his stomach as he continues to ride through the pleasurable waves driving him beyond insanity. ]

[ this is beyond anything he expected, and each rock of his hips send wave after wave of pleasure straight to his cock. He comes again, letting out another cry of pleasure and reaching the edges of the table to hold himself on it ]

Fuck, so - so good, Tartaglia …

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