[ Hearing him call him B O Y F R I E N D is a critical hit and the hearts in his eyes flash a bright pink. He even turns a little to look back at Childe ]
Im sure it’s ridiculous. [ he takes the keys and heads to the room, opening the door. ] … [ snorts. ] Just as I suspected. [ he takes scaramouche’s hand and brings him to the bed, taking a seat on its edge and scooting back, so he’s eventually sitting against the head board. ]
[ he crooks a finger at him. ] All aboard, Mouchie~ [ snickers. ] Open your present.
[ beneath his sweat pants and hoodie is this, a number similar to scaramouche’s, but with little purple accents. ]
[ he's so disappointed by the train theme! He expected something sexy, not ridiculous. How could you betray him love hotel. But he follows Childe easily, and is more than fine opening his present. He'll bring his hands to Childe's hoodie, taking it off and then ... there's not quite a gasp, but his breath does hitch at the sight ]
[ Scara, sexy train theme probably doesn’t exist. it’s likely a myth. at least the room has a functioning bed. childe is thankful for that, if nothing else. ]
I did. [ he takes out the ‘crown’ from the hoodie pocket and sets it on his head, the purple accent a little more than eye catching. ] Do you like it?
[ he’s not hard yet, but there is a big bulge in the panties, his tattoo on full display. ] I had a feeling you might. I want you to fuck me this time. Surely that’s an activity… and on my gift list… [ grabs scara’s shirt to tug him close, ] Eggs.
[ It's unfair just how hot Childe is, how he constantly sets him off with little to no effort. He grins at his words - already he'd been feeling the urge to fill him, so he knew from the start eggs were going to be on the menu.
But hearing Childe ask for it makes him all the more eager, makes him feel like his head is swimming and he's falling into the same kind of heat Childe does. Of course the hearts in his eyes are shining even more brightly, and he instantly brings his hand on his tattoo, pressing against it just as he leans in to kiss and bite at his neck ]
I'm going to keep filling you up, over and over again, even after you've laid them all.
[ at the touch the tattoo glows bright, childe squirming beneath as Scara buries his face in his neck to start kissing and biting. ] Ah, g- good. [ is all he gets out as he feels a heat wash over his body from the full on contact to the tattoo. his panties strain as he gets hard, pre cum leaking from the tip of his cock. ] Breed me, [ he turns his head to try to kiss Scara back. ] breed me, Scaramouche.
[ he wastes no time in pinning him down the bed once the pants are gone too, and he bites on his neck again - hard, enough that it's clear he wants to leave a mark on him. He brings his hand to his cock, palming him through his panties ]
I bet you played with yourself before inviting me too. Did you open yourself up and fuck yourself with your fingers while you kept thinking about my eggs?
...feeling a little possessive, Scaramou- [ he's interrupted by the hand on his dick, his hips jerking as he sucks in a sharp breath. ] Scaramouche? [ childe just laughs at the accusation. ] What makes you say that, mm? You think that's all I do, fuck myself to the thought of you? Pft. [ he rolls his eyes, but the smirk never leaves his face, and scara might notice that sitting in the band of his lacy panties is a small remote. oh, he did more than fuck himself open. he's still got the thick vibrator stuffed into his ass. ]
Don't you? I bet your mind is racing while thinking of all sorts of scenarios. Maybe you're even thinking about being showered with attention by all of your lovers. Wouldn't that be nice, making sure your holes and hands are filled with cocks, so we can keep breeding you over and over again.
[ he's bringing his hand right at that remote, increasing the speed just as he presses on his horny tattoo again ]
[ childe still has a smile plastered on his face, because despite his cocky attitude, he did spend some time prepping himself to the thought of Scaramouche. he’s just being an ass. he didn’t expect all this, however, and he does catch his mind drifting to scaramouche and zhongli both fucking him stupid… so much so that he doesn’t catch the movement of his hands so as the vibrator is turned on and scara’s hand hits his tattoo his brain overloads. ]
-!!!
[ he arches his back and instantly cums, face red and debauched as he splashed his stomach and chest in his sticky hot seed. his scrambled brain doesn’t immediately right itself, his body still tense as he pants. fuck, that was unexpected. he brings a hand to his face, barely managing a laugh, his eyes eventually focusing enough to land on Scaramouche. ]
[ he doesn't even let up at all - he keeps the vibe on and his hand on his tattoo. It's only after a few moments that he scoops the cum on Childe's stomach with his fingers, licking it off and then just smirking at him, like an asshole ]
How embarrassing. You came so quickly and so easily ...
...fuck you, Scaramouche. [ he grits his teeth and huffs, trying to focus on getting his thoughts in order, but the vibrator is right up against his prostate and the fact that scaramouche hasn't moved his fucken hand has his nerves alight. his entire body feels like it's on fire and he swears he could cum again if this keeps up. he's definitely already rock hard again! ] I thought you wanted to breed me...
Scaramouche please, if you do that I’m going to cum again. I want you to fuck me, to fill me, you promised to breed me. [ he trembles, trying to show some restraint, because he doesn’t want to cum this way. ] Fuck me, Scara, fuck me, come on. That’s why we’re here, so you can fuck me.
[ Fortunately for Childe he really doesn't have it in him to resist. So he pulls down his own pants as fast as possible, hand going to the vibe inside Childe to take it off and toss it away just as fast. He has no intention of wasting time, so he lines himself up against his hole ]
All aboard, right?
[ and finally pushes in. He moves so he can grab on Childe's wrists, pinning them above his head as he starts rocking into him, setting on a punishing pace right away ]
[ childe manages some kind of a laugh, but it’s clipped as the vibe is removed, thrown aside and forgotten, and Scaramouche finally buries himself inside of him. he feels so good - so hot - and childe turns his head aside to moan. ] You fit so good, feel so hot, fuck me harder, f- faster, deeper, don’t stop. Don’t fucken stop.
[ fortunately for Childe he has no intention to stop. If anything's he's definitely in the mood to fulfill his requests. So he does just that - fucks him harder, faster, making sure he'll reach as deep as he can with each thrust.
Wearing lace for Childe had definitely been a highlight for him, but seeing Childe do the same for him? It's even better, and it's difficult to hold back in any way ]
You're going to look - so pretty with your belly stuffed full of eggs, Tartaglia.
[ he's glad he likes the lace so much. he enjoyed how scaramouche picked up something to wear specifically for him, so he thought he'd pay him back and find something to wear for him. and seeing him so worked up over him... it's the cherry on top. ]
Mm, yes, stuffed so full of your eggs and your cum, you'll really like that, won't you, Scara~
[ he doesn't answer, instead he leans in to kiss him - his hands still holding his wrists above his head, clearly having no intention of letting go. Childe is right, he is feeling possessive, and seeing him wear something with his color, just for him, makes him even more so. ]
You feel — incredible. Your hole is so hot and tight, just for me—
I love you.
[ maybe not the most romantic moment to say it, given the way he's rocking into him and the talk that came before that, but as he looks into his eyes he can't help but say it ]
[ childe kisses him back, squirming beneath him, and trying to make the most of the position he's in, but there's not much he can do. ] Hah, good, so hot and tight, a perfect fit for your dick. [ he feels himself edging towards another climax as scaramouche tells him he loves him, another kiss following his words as he moans his own response. ]
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Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
Do you plan on telling me what it is?
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
But help me find the train room. The sooner we find it the sooner you'll have your present and the sooner you'll see what it is.
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
There it is, these are the keys. I wonder what it's like inside...?
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
[ he crooks a finger at him. ] All aboard, Mouchie~ [ snickers. ] Open your present.
[ beneath his sweat pants and hoodie is this, a number similar to scaramouche’s, but with little purple accents. ]
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
You bought this just for me ...?
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
I did. [ he takes out the ‘crown’ from the hoodie pocket and sets it on his head, the purple accent a little more than eye catching. ] Do you like it?
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
[ he's going to make sure to take off his hoodie entirely, his hands moving to his pants now ]
I like how it's marking you as mine.
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
But hearing Childe ask for it makes him all the more eager, makes him feel like his head is swimming and he's falling into the same kind of heat Childe does. Of course the hearts in his eyes are shining even more brightly, and he instantly brings his hand on his tattoo, pressing against it just as he leans in to kiss and bite at his neck ]
I'm going to keep filling you up, over and over again, even after you've laid them all.
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
I bet you played with yourself before inviting me too. Did you open yourself up and fuck yourself with your fingers while you kept thinking about my eggs?
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
[ he's bringing his hand right at that remote, increasing the speed just as he presses on his horny tattoo again ]
Tell me how much you want my cock right now.
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
-!!!
[ he arches his back and instantly cums, face red and debauched as he splashed his stomach and chest in his sticky hot seed. his scrambled brain doesn’t immediately right itself, his body still tense as he pants. fuck, that was unexpected. he brings a hand to his face, barely managing a laugh, his eyes eventually focusing enough to land on Scaramouche. ]
Son of, son of a bitch…
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
How embarrassing. You came so quickly and so easily ...
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
I do.
But not before you beg me to fuck you.
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
[ Fortunately for Childe he really doesn't have it in him to resist. So he pulls down his own pants as fast as possible, hand going to the vibe inside Childe to take it off and toss it away just as fast. He has no intention of wasting time, so he lines himself up against his hole ]
All aboard, right?
[ and finally pushes in. He moves so he can grab on Childe's wrists, pinning them above his head as he starts rocking into him, setting on a punishing pace right away ]
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
Wearing lace for Childe had definitely been a highlight for him, but seeing Childe do the same for him? It's even better, and it's difficult to hold back in any way ]
You're going to look - so pretty with your belly stuffed full of eggs, Tartaglia.
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
Mm, yes, stuffed so full of your eggs and your cum, you'll really like that, won't you, Scara~
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.
You feel — incredible. Your hole is so hot and tight, just for me—
I love you.
[ maybe not the most romantic moment to say it, given the way he's rocking into him and the talk that came before that, but as he looks into his eyes he can't help but say it ]
Re: Day 489, during the dating game.