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[ childe grabs scaramouche's wrist to put the gnosis into his hands. ] I want you to put it inside of me.

[ not what he expected. But he takes it, smiling at him ]

... Is that so. And how would you propose it. Should I cut you open, or are you asking for something else after all?

I don't care how you do it. However you like, how about that, Scaramouche. Do you want to cut me open and shove it in, or would you rather fuck it into me?

[ This is so, so tempting. ]

I'd rather fuck you with my cock while I cut you open and shove it in. Are you sure you'd be up for that?

...let's do it then. [ kisses him roughly. ] Do you think I'd shy away from something like this? Hah.

How come all our conversations end up in sex, Tartaglia?

[ It's what he says but he's already grabbing on his shirt so he can flip him and pin him to the ground, kissing him again just as rough, lingering in it for a bit ]

My Unitmate is very surprised you seduced me by getting me hit by a train.

I asked you to just shove it in, Scara. But you didn’t seem to appreciate that option as much of this… or we wouldn’t be on the verge of fucking. [ grabs his shoulders to hold him in place as he rolls his hips upward. ]

They clearly don’t know how to properly romance a person. [ laughs, half kidding. ] Honestly I have no complaints about it, because you’re here and with me now… and that’s all that matters.

Now what’s the hold up? [ sneers. ] Getting cold feet?

[ he rocks his hips against him, leaning in to kiss at his jaw, and then at his ear ]

No, I was just wondering. What should I use to cut your chest open, mmm? Would you like me to use that sword?

Let me make something... [ and he conjures a hydro blade, one infused with electro, and offers it to scaramouche. ] Here, use this... and only this. [ turns his head to nip at his lower lip, biting to make some blood spill between them, which immediately prompts a groan. ]

[ so he wants him to cut him up with his own blade, mm. How interesting. But that's a little hot, and he clearly enjoys it if the bulge in his pants is anything to go by. There's a soft sigh at the bite, but he gives Childe no warning as he just full on stab him on the chest, deep enough that he'd die if this weren't a dream ]

You look beautiful again, today.

Do you like it, Scara, I... I made it just for y- aaaahhck! [ childe screams, jerking with the force of the stab, his body instantly spasming as blood spurts from the wound. he heaves a harsh couple of breaths, a broken laugh following as he reaches for his chin and tries to drag him into a kiss. ] F- Fuck, that... hurt...

[ he kisses him back, rough and needy, and then he just shoves the gnosis right into the stabbing wound, not even a little bit careful or mindful of the pain - since he's pretty sure it's a turn on for him ]

You say that like - you don't enjoy a bit of pain.

[ it takes a great deal of strength not to cough blood at scara once he’s shoved the gnosis into him, but he manages to bite his lip to stifle the cough… though he eventually does turn his head to wheeze. it hurts. it’s hurts so much and so good. ] Do, I do, …but this is a lot, too much. [ his grip loosens on him, but he does try to kiss him over and over and over, like Scaramouche is the only thing keeping him alive. ] I’m still waiting for you to fuck me.

[ considering he's controlling the dream, in a way he pretty much is. ]

I can feel it, you know. The Gnosis inside of you. You feel just divine, Tartaglia.

[ he'll take care of trashing his clothes - cutting them using the same blade Childe made for him, and casting them aside. For his own, he'll just remove them as fast as possible.

It doesn't take him long to be on Childe again, kissing him once more as he brings a hand between his legs, to his ass, fingers teasing his hole ]

[ childe laughs, but soon the stab wound scaramouche made is sealing itself - the ends of his severed skin searing themselves back together with a purple tint. he sucks in a sharp breath, shutting his eyes, his entire body feeling like it’s suddenly on fire. ] Divine, h- huh, I’ve been… upgraded then… [ he cracks an eye open and scaramouche, blue now purple, as he watches his clothes torn and cast aside. ]

Just fuck me already. [ he whines, spreading his legs further apart and trying to twist and turn to get scaramouche to enter him. ]

[ he's such a sight like this, and he's truly wondering if he could convince him to steal a gnosis and live forever like this. How pretty he would be. ]

Impatient brat.

[ but he complies, shifting so he can align himself against him, and giving him only a moment to prepare before he pushes in all in one go, not bothering to go slow ]

A-aah ...

[ WHO KNOWS! there is definitely a possibility. ]

You wouldn’t have me any other way. [ he wraps his legs around his waist, so as soon as Scaramouche thrusts into him he’s digging his heels into the small of his back to force him impossibly deeper. ]

Breed me, Scaramouche, fuck me until I can think… [ he grabs for his hand and sets it back to his chest, the subtle electric pulse from the gnosis reaching his fingertips. ] Feels good to have you inside me like this and that and… how greedy would it be to ask for more?

This one is special, you know. It was passed down three Electro Archons. And now you get to enjoy it all for yourself ...

[ he brings both hands to his chest, leaning in to kiss his neck and then bite down ]

... The element always suited you.

[ It's all he says as he begins moving into him, hard and fast from the get go, careful to keep the angle that Childe chose ]

[ his head is swimming for half a dozen reasons, but the moment scaramouche’s hands are on his chest is the moment he’s grabbing them and shoving them in. ] …the sword, take it out, I want to see it. [ and more importantly he wants to see scaramouche kiss it. ] Hah, r- really, even more than… than Hydro? [ it tapers into a cry as he turns his head aside, a serious if lewd sounds spilling forth as he tries to match his pace. ] So good, you feel so good, …

[ he would point out that the sword itself is not attached to the gnosis, it's his own spoils of victory. But he remembers what Childe said about breeding before, and decides not to ruin the fantasy. They are in a dream, after all, so he will oblige - letting it come out of Childe's chest, accompanied by purple light and electro energy ]

I want you — to keep calling my name.

[ he doesn’t know that, but he’s running purely on horny brain at the moment, and just wants to do anything and everything capable of making the things he’s feeling more intense. ] Scaramouche, [ reaches for it, running his fingers along its edge as soon as he’s taken it out. ] Scaramouche. [ reaches past and brushes his fingers over his cheek. ] More, Scaramouche, more, please, give me more. I want you. Need you, [ his breath hitches as he frantically tries to up the pace. ] Scaramouche.

[ He's so captivating like this, and if he's entirely honest, for just a moment he feels his heart flutter. Stupid sexy brat and his stupid cute face. He'll put the sword in Childe's hand, giving him freedom to do whatever he wants - and then grabs on his chin, leaning in to kiss him roughly as he indulges him, picking up the pace ]

Now who's the one - getting bred?

[ he had just wanted to see the sword come out and the novelty of it, so as carefully as be he sets it aside. returning his focus to Scaramouche he kisses him back, groaning into his mouth as he uses that word, the head of his cock leaking precum as he turns his head to murmur against his cheek, ] Yes, it’s me, I want to be bred, breed me, breed me, Scaramouche.

[ He feels like he's the one losing it now, with Childe begging him to breed him. odd as it is, there's something especially hot about hearing him ask it like that.

He's going to bring his hand to Childe's cock, jerking him off fast and rough, keeping the same pace of his thrust and trying to get him to come. He himself is not so far, and with one final thrust, he ends up coming inside him, slumping against him immediately after ]

[ childe comes as soon as scaramouche does, trembling as he tries to come down from such a steep high. ] ...breed me, don't stop, keep going, Scaramouche, fuck me- breed me- fill me up more. [ he's a touch out of sorts at the moment, his chest searing with a pain unlike no other as bright purple veins start splintering out from the (former) wound on his chest. ]

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