[ 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.
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. ]
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. ]
[ 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 ]
[ 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 ]
[ 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 ]
...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 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 ...
I think I can manage that just fine... [ dottore sits back down to nestle himself in between scara's legs, turning his head to nip at the inside of his thighs. ] I'll start here... [ he bites him, sucking a mark into the skin. ] Mm~ and then, perhaps, travel down...
I want you to be able to have something to look at it, and if I attack only your neck, well, you won't be able to enjoy them at all. [ he bites, licks, and kisses down his leg. ] Rava, my beautiful, Rava.
[ Well, he seems more than happy with the bites on his legs and inner thighs. He's already painfully close, and each bite simply adds to that, makes him tremble with need and want ]
Y--yours, just yours ... Like — like you're mine, too.
[ dottore kisses the head of his cock. ] I'm yours. All yours. [ and then he runs the flat of his tongue along it. ] I don't need anybody else. Not when I have you.
[ ah, fuck. He doesn't know if it's the stimulation or the confirmation that he belongs to him, and maybe it's a combination of both of them. But that does it, and he comes right after, spilling on Dottore as he grips on his hair ]
[ scaramouche's cum splatters all over his face, dottore's hand immediately coming up to smear some of it into his own mouth. ] Making a real mess of me, huh? [ hearing him call him 'alpha' has him hard as a rock, but he refuses to touch himself, instead lapping at each of his cum stained fingers. ] My little doll, shouldn't you help me... [ he wipes another glob off himself, reaching up to press his fingers against scara's lips. ] Go on.
[ he wastes no time in taking his fingers in his mouth - licking them clean and sucking them as if they were his cock. And he's bringing his hand between his legs too, palm grinding against it, trying to stimulate him further as he licks his fingers. He wants to please him, wants to do anything for him. Has he always felt like this? In a way, it feels like that ]
[ dottore gasps, retrieving his fingers from his mouth. ] Ah, R- Rava, please, you... [ his face blossoms with color and he moves back. this is what he's dreamed about, right, having his pretty little doll touch him, want him, yearn for him and him alone? dottore musters a smirk. ] Look, this is all because of you. [ he grabs his wrist and holds it against his clothed dick. ] Feel how hard I am? Nobody else can do this to me. Only you. Now... now tell me you want my dick. You can't live without it, right? [ dear celestia, he feels like he could get off on this talk alone. ]
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[ he sincerely doubts he'll do it, so all's well that ends well. but it'll be fun to see him squirm! ]
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You promised. You'll do whatever I want for 15 minutes. So you'll start by kissing me.
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[ fuck. ]
[ fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. ]
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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 ]
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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. ]
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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.
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Touch me.
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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 ]
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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.
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A-aah … like this it will be - more than 15 minutes. I just wanted you inside.
B-but I’ll - pay more …
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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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I want you to be able to have something to look at it, and if I attack only your neck, well, you won't be able to enjoy them at all. [ he bites, licks, and kisses down his leg. ] Rava, my beautiful, Rava.
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Y--yours, just yours ... Like — like you're mine, too.
You can't - you can't have anyone else. Just me.
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Alpha, alpha — my alpha.
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