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[ he immediately reaches for his arm to link it with his, getting as close as possible ]

Is it that surprising?

...no. [ kind of. the clinging is a little bit strange. he tries to tug his arm free, but likely ends up dragging scaramouche along to his room. ] Spend enough time with Tartaglia that you've ended up missing me more? It's not wonder you've becoming so clingy. [ yes, that must be it. he's a genius. ]

Mm. That's right. I've been feeling a little lonely... and I miss you.

Kāmravā please. [ once in his room he yanks his arm free of scaramouche's grip, so he can take his mask off and set it on the nightstand. ] A little space. [ huffs, fixing his robes and acting like he's been totally inconvenience, but his face is a little bit pink. ] I guess I missed you too, but maybe next time send a few more texts or... stop over.

Anyway. I need more points.

I'll give you as many points as you'd like in exchange for a kiss.

[ he's going to walk up to him again, totally not giving him the space he wants ]

You're cute today.

... [ that seems too good to be true. ] A little desperate today. What's the occasion? [ he'll take his chin in hand and lean in like he's going to give him a kiss and then... nope! he just laughs and whirls around. ] I'm not sure you can afford me. I'm pretty expensive, you know. Out of your league and out of your price range. [ he throws a look to scaramouche from over his shoulder. ]

I have enough points.

[ he sounds a little too desperate - Dottore is right. And normally he'd hate it, but it doesn't matter ]

I just want to be close to you. I want to feel your hands on me, I want to feel your touch and your gaze on me. Like I'm the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

[ alright, so... he can be the biggest piece of shit in all of tokyo-f right now, and you know what... why. fucken. not. ] 15000. Give me 15000 points. [ he smirks, wondering if scaramouche is going to drop that much on him for a little bit of cuddling or whatever. ] If you give me that, then... I'll do whatever you like for, hm~, 15 minutes. How does that sound? I think it sounds fair.

[ he sincerely doubts he'll do it, so all's well that ends well. but it'll be fun to see him squirm! ]

[ Dottore's calculations are wrong. He doesn't even hesitate, the moment he names his price he takes his phone and looks absolutely gleeful about being able to actually pay up, giving him the 15k without batting an eye ]

You promised. You'll do whatever I want for 15 minutes. So you'll start by kissing me.

You, you're full of shit. [ he pulls out his phone and stares at the 15000 points now sitting in his bank. ]

[ fuck. ]

[ fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. ]

I... promised. [ tries not to look too terribly repulsed. ] Only 15 minutes. Not a second more. [ he steps over and quickly pecks scaramouche's cheek. ] There. Happy? [ his own face colors pink, and he hastily folds his arms and huffs, stance defensive. ]

[ he's grabbing his shirt and pulling him close ]

That's not going to be enough. A lot of things can be done in 15 minutes ... and I can always pay more if I need more time, right?

[ and just like that he's pushing him down, trying to get him to sit on the ground so he can straddle him before he kisses him on the lips ]

A... a lot? [ the whiplash has him stumbling back and falling onto his ass, so scaramouche can easily climb into his lap. he's too stunned to do anything but follow along... his blush growing darker. ]

What the hell did you have in mind? you can't just... [ do whatever you want is what he'd like to say, but, no, he... fucken can. dottore sets his hands on scaramouche's waist. ]

Did you just want more... kisses? [ maybe he can sate him with kisses and that'll be it, so that's what he does. dottore kisses scaramouche, becoming lightheaded as he realizes that... he's doing this, and with scaramouche no less. this stupid brat. he hates this stupid brat. dottore grits his teeth and growls into the kiss, his frustration only driving him to kiss him harder, to prove he can do this and do it well. he shoves his tongue into his mouth and moans... he moans because he actually likes, no, loves him. he loves him and wants him all for himself, but he can't let him or anybody else know, because scaramouche is a fucken weirdo and it'll absolutely tarnish his reputation. ]

Edited 2022-11-16 22:30 (UTC)

[ he’s moaning into the kiss as well, getting more heated by the seconds. This feels exhilarating - there’s nothing like Dottore’s attention, and he loves every moment of it.

He makes sure to roll his hips, grinding his ass against him, hands roaming all over his body, trying to get his clothes off ]

I want you. I need you. I love you.

[ all is fine until scaramouche says the l word. at that dottore bristles, his chest tightening as it feels like his heart stops. it takes all his restraint to keep from throwing scaramouche out of his lap as his has a mental freak out. he what? h- he... HE WHAT?!? he fights the urge to slap his hands away. he made a deal and he's going to follow through, so he lets him tear his robes off. ] No more... no more talking. Let's just, [ he clears his throat, trying not to explode. ] I'm yours. [ yes, that should sate him... for now. ]

[ it does sate him. For now. Abd he looks satisfied as Dottore says that. He rushes to take care of his own clothes too, discarding them quickly, frantic and needy. Can they fuck in 15 minutes? He’s going to make sure they can ]

Touch me.

[ dottore hesitates, but eventually slides his hands up scaramouche's sides to cup his chest; thumbing his nipples. ] I guess you are kind of... cute. Look at your pert little nipples, already hard for me. [ he leans in, flicking his tongue over each of them. ] Are they sensitive, I wonder. [ he closes his mouth over one and sucks, his hand dipping in between them to take his dick in hand, fingers smearing the precum gathering on the tip. ]

[ fuck, that’s hot. He doesn’t need a game to mess with his head to love the way dottore touches him, and he immediately lets out a soft moan, tilting his head back and rocking into his touch. His chest IS sensitive, and it shows with how strongly he reacts ]

Y-yes, just like that. Feels - so good already.

[ he brings his hand to the back of dottore’s head, trying to encourage him further ]

[ he’s so fucken perfect, and that’s part of why he loves him so much. dottore shuts his eyes and sucks harder, using his teeth just a little. his hand dips closer, squeezing the base as he starts jerking him off tantalizingly slow. ] You’d only cum for me, right, and nobody else, …no one else is worth it, should see you like this, only me. [ so maybe his own obsession is creeping back in - mixing with the other strange feelings. how about some yandere, scara. ] You’re my perfect little doll.

[ ah, such a tease. He lets out a small whine, his hands moving down Dottore’s body and trying to touch wherever he can, getting increasingly desperate. ]

N-no one else! I don’t - I fon’t need anyone else, just you.

[ aah. He really does love being called his doll ]

I’m - yours.

...good, good, good. [ dottore can't stand the thought of somebody else touching scaramouche. he. belongs. to him. he kisses the center of his chest and then takes him by the hips, changing their positions, so that scaramouche is on the bottom. he immediately leans down and takes the entire length of his dick into his mouth, his fingers slipping in between his legs and spreading his ass apart, so he can start fingering his hole. ] Mmf mm.

[ his hand goes to dottore’s head immediately, gripping his hair as he arches his back for him, moans his name and moves toward his touch. ]

A-aah … like this it will be - more than 15 minutes. I just wanted you inside.

B-but I’ll - pay more …

[ his mouth is a little full at the moment, so he doesn't respond, but he doesn't even care about the points at the moment. he draws back, licking his lips and severing the chord of spit and precum connecting them. he chuckles, sitting up to join their lips together for a kiss. ] How many times have you thought about this, little doll, ...and tell me about your favorite fantasy. [ he grins darkly, shark teeth on full display. ] I want to make it come true.

[ he's completely taken by this. He knows he has Childe, too, but his mind isn't in any place to think of him right now. Not when everything that is Dottore is so much more important to him. He SHOULD belong to him alone. He loves him. He wants his attention day and night, and nothing else matters.

He kisses him back needy and desperate, lifting his hips up just a bit so he can wrap them around Dottore's waist ]

I keep - I keep thinking about your hands on me, all the bites and bruises you could leave on my body, all the marks, making it obvious to everyone that I'm yours. I want - I want to be reminded everytime I look at them ...

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