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I wasn't born yesterday... [ but whatever, he's not going to push his luck, they just died and scara did share something. ] Come here, asshole. [ grabs his wrist and yanks him close. ] You look like shit.

And whose fault is that? I've only gotten this outfit too.

[ he's quiet after that, and then he sighs ]

You're getting too comfortable.

I’ll buy you another if you’re going to bitch about it.

I was never not comfortable. I’m not afraid of you like most of the Fatui, but… I’m feeling strangely. [ needy in a way he’s not necessarily used to. ]

You're not afraid of me because you're an idiot. But I'm surprised you'd show yourself so vulnerable. You really must have been lonely.

I'm not an idiot. [ scowls and drags his nose along scaramouche's neck. ] I'm not vulnerable, jackass. I could still kick your ass, disheveled as I am. You, on the other hand, ...weak. [ sneers. ] Unlike you, I have plenty of friends.

If you want to fuck me I don't think you're on the right track for that by calling me weak.

[ childe laughs, ] It's such a one way street with you, Scara. You can call me names, but I can't call you names? [ his tails all bristle behind him, fluffing up, and flitting about idly. ] What would you have me call you, Six?

I'm not the one who made a move on you.

Take me to your room before I change my mind.

[ scoops him up and holds him a touch possessively. ] Alright. Hang on tight. [ going to bring him back to the wc dorm. ]

[ he'd say he's going to regret it but to be honest after fighting and dying he's horny too, and Tartaglia is willing, so why not take advantage of that. He'll even let him carry him because why bother protesting. ]

Hurry up.

[ oh, childe doesn’t doubt that he’ll regret this in some fashion, but right now he doesn’t care. he can deal with the consequences later, but for right now he can think of nothing short of completely ravaging Scaramouche - a number of strange feelings bubbling inside him. he’s quick to get back to the dorm, grazing his teeth over scara’s neck when he complains. ] Shutup. I’m going faster than you little legs could carry you. [ and the use of concrete jungle helped immensely. ]

[ once in he’ll bring him right to his room, though Scara will get a quick glance of wc’s obnoxious decor. brings him into his cave where his makeshift bed is and drops him, looming over head with a feral smirk and a couple of glowing mismatched eyes - one blue and one purple. ]

[ he's grabbing on what's left of his clothes and pulling him down for a kiss, rough and biting and definitely just as feral ]

[ groans into his mouth, the metallic taste of blood shared between them only serving to drive him more wild. he ruts against scara, already hard, the shreds of his pants barely able to contain his knotted erection. ] If you thought I was big before, … [ huffs a laugh against his mouth, tugging at his remaining bits of clothing. ] I wonder if I’ll break you. [ another laugh, one that’s got the slightest hint of sadism behind it, because the thought of ducking scara into a stupor is soooo incrediblyyyy appealing. ]

Hahah... you really keep joking.

[ it's time for him to try to flip their position, and try to pin his wrists together ]

You think I'm letting you fuck me.

[ he flips them! and childe doesn’t fight against his ‘restraints’… yet. ]

And you think you’re going to fuck me? Hilarious, Scara, you sure you can satisfy me?

[ good, that gives him plenty of time to lean in to bite at his neck. He holds his wrists together and keeps them pinned above his head with one hand, while his others goes to his chest, under his clothes, nails raking against his skin for a moment before he goes to pinch his nipples ]

You're a masochist dog. What's so hard to satisfy?

[ rocks his hips up at scara, doing his best to angle them so he can feel how big and hard he is. ] But don’t you want to ride m- [ his lids flutter closed as he squirms in place, words tapering into a moan. ] I want to see you bouncing on my dick.

[ Wow, that's incredible. Has Tartaglia always been this eager to fuck? There's a soft pleased noise at him rocking his hips up, and he'll grind his ass back against him, pinching his other nipple to see him react again ]

I think you're going to look a lot more enticing begging for me on all fours. But begging is begging, so do it nicely and I'll consider.

[ childe lets out another muffled groan as he sinks his teeth into his lip to stifle the sound some, his nipples both hard little nubs each with a subtle dusting of red. ] I’m… I'm not surprised that you, that… [ fuck. he tries to recollect himself, but his train of thought is derailing the more he thinks about fucking scaramouche. ]

[ being much stronger than scara it’s none too hard to shove at his pinned wrists, sitting up despite the other’s weight on him, and kissing him roughly. ] No one can fill you like I can, Scaramouche, I’ll fuck you so good, so hard, and fill you just right. [ his eyes glow brightly, combing over scara as he finishes undressing him. ] Let me. You deserve it, right, ..?

[ the moment he tries to finish undressing him he slaps his hands away, glaring at him as he hastily tries to cover his knees and elbows again, as fast as possible. He has socks for his knees and his shirt for his elbows but he seems just fine taking just his pants and underwear off ]

You will only see as much as I'll let you see. Don't push your luck.

[ he brings his hand to a nipple again, and this time he's twisting roughly ]

Now. apologize for your transgression.

[ telling. real fucken telling. ] ... [ childe knows scaramouche is an audition, so that means he's been corrupted by the production in some fashion, but what could he be hiding... ] I'm not going to apo- [ groans, ducking his head and taking a couple short breaths before grabbing at his hand and bending his wrist back, so that it starts to hurt. ] I'll turn you into a slut begging for my dick if you're not careful, asshole, [ narrows his eyes at him for a moment, but then his gaze softens. ] ...show me. [ releases his hand. ] Why are you so afraid?

[ there's a grunt of pain at him bending his wrist like that, and he glares at him, but he just massages it once he releases it ]

I'm not afraid. Either we do this on my terms or we won't at all. I'll let you fuck me but you're not taking off all my clothes.

If you try, I'll make you forget about me.

[ it must be real bad... ] Fine. [ especially if he's suddenly giving in to the idea of letting him fuck him. ]

[ but that last comment earns a laugh, ] Like I could ever truly forget your stupid smug ass face. [ he sits up the rest of the way and tugs scaramouche into his lap, reaching for the wrist he'd been so hard on mere moments ago, and taking over massaging it for him. ]

You promised to turn me into a slut begging for your dick. If you don't deliver and give me the most mindblowing orgasm I've ever had, I'll be disappointed.

[ childe kisses him to silence and just dumps an exorbitant amount of pheromones into the room, more than he’s ever bothered with. the faintest of touches now seem like they could potentially send a person over the edge. childe deepens the kiss, setting a hand to scara’s chest and pressing hard, nails taking over his heart. ] You’re not getting anything until you beg. [ a fiendish laugh and he casually brushed the tips of his tails over any exposed skin of scara’s. ]

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