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Mmm. And you promised you won't die before I come back to Teyvat. I want to meet you more than a few times too, so you have to live for ...

At least 7000 years.

You say that like it's nothing. [ to scaramouche it's probably nothing. ] How about we take this one step at a time. [ you know, like in 100 year increments. ] But I'd like you to visit a couple of times too. And to stay for a few years. [ holds him tightly. ] I don't want you popping in for a few days and then running off and disappearing on me.

[ staying over for a few years seems to defeat the point of being away from Teyvat. But. It's not being trapped in there forever, and it's staying there for a reason. He can take that ]

A few hundred years at a time...?

[ childe shakes his head. ] No. I wouldn't want to keep you on Teyvat for that much time. Just a few years, like... two or three at a time. Just so we can catch up. I'm sure we'll both have a lot to share.

I can do a few decades. To me, that's nothing.

[ he rests his forehead against Childe's and closes his head ]

I do want to enjoy some time with you.

I'd appreciate that then. [ sets a hand on the back of his head and gently strokes it. ] I hope you'll tell me about all the other worlds you've visited, and all the other enemies you've encountered, and how I'd probably cut them down easily. [ smirks. ]

So you just want me to tell you about how cool you would have been fighting them? Then you should travel with me if you want that.

I'll think about it. A vacation certainly isn't unheard of.

I could take you for a few years as well.

[ shifting so he can kiss him ]

If Morax allows it.

You could show me some of your favorite stars. It sounds like fun, Scaramouche.

I'll keep a journal to write them down, then. Mmm ... I wonder if I'd find something full of battle and danger.

You should. [ childe gets to his feet, lifting scaramouche up with him. ] I bet you could if you like hard enough. And no doubt you'd enjoy seeing me fight...

Mmm ... But if you're going to go on a rampage then maybe you should bring Morax along. I think he'd like to see you fight too.

[ all of this talk of fighting is getting him turned on. ] Don't think you'd be able to leash me afterward?

I already have you on a leash, my dear Childe. If I tell you bark, you bark. If I tell you bite ... you go and fight someone really powerful.

[ childe laughs, like... is this guy for real. ] You do not. [ but he'd be lying if he said all of this wasn't making his boner worse. ]

You would roll over and show me your belly if I asked you to.

[ he leans in, talking into his ear just as he brings his hand right between his legs ]

Especially if I were to give you a reward for it.

...I hate you. [ rocks into his hand. ] Fuck you, Scaramouche. I have more dignity than that.

You do.

[ nibbling into his hear, keeping with the touch and starting to grind his hand against him ]

But you like to play like this, mm? To hear someone demean you and put you on an actual leash while they humiliate you and call you a slut.

[ turns his head, trying to avoid gasping, but his mouth near his ear and his hand on his crotch… it’s swiftly becoming too much. ] I… might. [ he does. ] Not everyone can. [ he doesn’t trust a lot of people with this power… ]

We should go back to the hut.

I know. But I can, right? Just like you can call me your cumdump.

[ he moves so he has both arms around Childe's neck again, and then simply ]

Carry me.

[ childe slides an arm under scaramouche's ass to support him as he lifts him up. ] You can. I do like our back and forth.

[ he grins, though he had no doubts. And he's going to kiss behind his ear, nibbling his earlobe, trying to keep teasing him ]

I'm wearing lingerie that I picked just for you under my clothes.

And I'm going to bend you over and fuck you while I'm wearing this beautiful expensive lace.

[ careful, scara, you don't want him to drop you, do you, ..? ]

Oh yeah? Am I going to get to see it before you bend me over and breed me? It'd be a waste if you didn't at least let me take a look...

I'll let you.

But is that you asking me to fill you with eggs?

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