[ 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… ]
I'm not going to go into heat. I'm not that turned on. If you're interested in turning me into a complete slut you're going to have to try a lot harder. [ snickers. ]
[ makes some kind of affronted noise like he's not an absolute hound for dick. ] I do want to suck your cock, so... you're luck. [ brings him into the hut and sets him down on the comfy bed, peeling away at the layers of clothes he's got on to see the lingerie he's chosen. ]
[ as he starts undoing his clothes, he'll see the surprise he prepared for him. He's quick at helping him peel away as many clothes as possible, as fast as possible, and of course, he's already hard, straining against his panties ]
...ah, look at all of this. And you picked this out just for me. [ he's going to run his hands along the lacy fabric. ] It's gorgeous. [ sets a palm on scaramouche's covered cock, palming him through the lace. ] I do enjoy the taste. [ leans down, removing his hand for a moment, but only so he can give it a kiss. ] You taste divine, Scaramouche. [ he had planned on teasing him a little bit more, but he ends up giving him a lick, having a hard time resisting, despite wanting to be a bit of a dick. ]
[ Fuck, that's nice. He lets out a soft groan as soon as he starts touching him through the lace, and when his mouth is on him, he brings a hand to his head, gripping his hair and arching his back for him ]
I got so excited putting this on for you—
I kept thinking about the way you were going to look at me. I love it — whenever I can see your hunger.
[ childe doesn't answer him, instead wrapping his lips around the head of his lace clad cock, so he can start sucking him off. he does like hearing all that though... and he can picture scaramouche getting ready and being excited about his reaction. it's cute. he slips an arm around his waist, tugging at the band's back, so he can glide a finger down the clef of his ass. ] Mm~
[ he holds onto him, leaning into his touch, cock already twitching. It always feels good to have Childe's lips on him, but it's especially nice now, when he's wearing something like this for his enjoyment ]
I told you. You're — always hungry for cock.
I wonder which you'd prefer after all? Filling me with your eggs, or being filled with mine.
[ a snort from around scaramouche's cock. it's hard not to be amused as scaramouche depreciates him, belittling him by calling him a cock whore, because he's not exactly wrong... especially when he's got his lips wrapping around him and he's sucking him off fervently, desperate to see him come apart and, well, cum. he sits up, releasing him with a 'pop', and giving his lips a lick. ]
I wonder which you'd prefer, Scara... [ he scrapes his nail over his hole. ] It really does seem like you'd like to be fucked, to ride by dick until you're stuffed with cum, bloated with eggs, ...this lacy little number stretched and snapping under the pressure...
[ fuck. Childe has always been good at sucking cock, he knows this. But even then he's a little surprised by how quickly he's coming undone. He's close to the edge by the time Childe pulls off of him, and there's a displeased whine when he does.
And of course the words coupled with the feeling of Childe's nail over his hole just make him all the more frustrated ]
What if I don't care and just want to get off, you asshole?
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[ 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.
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[ 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.
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We should go back to the hut.
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[ he moves so he has both arms around Childe's neck again, and then simply ]
Carry me.
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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.
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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...
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But is that you asking me to fill you with eggs?
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I certainly wouldn't be opposed to it.
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I know, you always want to suck my cock.
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I got so excited putting this on for you—
I kept thinking about the way you were going to look at me. I love it — whenever I can see your hunger.
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I told you. You're — always hungry for cock.
I wonder which you'd prefer after all? Filling me with your eggs, or being filled with mine.
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I wonder which you'd prefer, Scara... [ he scrapes his nail over his hole. ] It really does seem like you'd like to be fucked, to ride by dick until you're stuffed with cum, bloated with eggs, ...this lacy little number stretched and snapping under the pressure...
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And of course the words coupled with the feeling of Childe's nail over his hole just make him all the more frustrated ]
What if I don't care and just want to get off, you asshole?
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Wiat - stop, I don't — I don't want to come with just this.
[ but he may not have a choice, because he's very close and the way he arches his back into his grip makes that obvious ]
Fuck me or ride me, I want — I want something more.
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