I did think about how I should kill you over and over again a few times already... [ because accepting love is harder than murder. murder is easy! dottore understands scaramouche's reaction to i love you more than he does the i love you, itself. ] Feelings are complicated, and you clearly felt just as lost as I do now when that idiot carrot confessed to you. [ his tentacles slither onto the bed and start pawing at scara's legs. ] ...will you say it again?
[ It doesn't feel right saying it again because of course his thoughts go back to Childe. What would he say if he told him he told Dottore he loves him? Would he be hurt? Would he be upset or worried? It's easy to discard the thought when he's in the middle of an emotionally charged situation, but now that he's perfectly lucid, he can't help but feel like he's betraying him.
[ dottore can't bring himself to reciprocate the feelings yet... he's still having a bit of a time parsing that scaramouche feels something for him, but he does kiss him with as much passion as he can muster, trying to convey in his own way that he does... feel something for him too. he nips at his lower lip, his hand sprawling out over his chest as his tentacles slither up the inside of his legs. ] Beautiful, [ sits back, ] so beautiful... there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you, my dear Kamrava. Let me give you all the pleasure you deserve and then some.
[ There's something nice about hearing Dottore call him beautiful. Maybe it feels even nicer knowing this man knows him inside-out, in literal ways. He's seen everything of him. Has seen the most ugly sides, has seen him at his most pathetic. And he still thinks he's beautiful.
Maybe the only way he can love him is as his most beloved experiment, but he's fine with that ]
... [ dottore hesitates, padding the silence with some more kisses to scaramouche's neck. ] I'm afraid that here I'm limited in what I can do for you. I want to give you so much more than I'm able to do here... [ he sounds frustrated. ] But, still, whatever I can give you I will give you. [ he marks his neck, groaning into the skin as his tentacles peel away at the layers of clothing scaramouche has got on. ] Whatever you want, tell me, and I'll do my best... you're all I can think about, and all that I want, ... [ one of the tentacles coils around his cock once it's free, stroking him from base to tip. ]
[ he'd answer him with something equally ridiculous, and yet the words die in his throat as the tentacles keep stroking him. He lets out a soft moan, rocking his hips toward that touch, clearly wanting more ]
A--ah ... so you're obsessed with me? Who would have guessed.
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Something he really needs to talk to him about.
But he can't lie anymore ]
... I love you.
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Maybe the only way he can love him is as his most beloved experiment, but he's fine with that ]
Then — take me and show me everything I deserve.
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A--ah ... so you're obsessed with me? Who would have guessed.
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