[ good, that gives him plenty of time to lean in to bite at his neck. He holds his wrists together and keeps them pinned above his head with one hand, while his others goes to his chest, under his clothes, nails raking against his skin for a moment before he goes to pinch his nipples ]
You're a masochist dog. What's so hard to satisfy?
[ rocks his hips up at scara, doing his best to angle them so he can feel how big and hard he is. ] But don’t you want to ride m- [ his lids flutter closed as he squirms in place, words tapering into a moan. ] I want to see you bouncing on my dick.
[ Wow, that's incredible. Has Tartaglia always been this eager to fuck? There's a soft pleased noise at him rocking his hips up, and he'll grind his ass back against him, pinching his other nipple to see him react again ]
I think you're going to look a lot more enticing begging for me on all fours. But begging is begging, so do it nicely and I'll consider.
[ childe lets out another muffled groan as he sinks his teeth into his lip to stifle the sound some, his nipples both hard little nubs each with a subtle dusting of red. ] I’m… I'm not surprised that you, that… [ fuck. he tries to recollect himself, but his train of thought is derailing the more he thinks about fucking scaramouche. ]
[ being much stronger than scara it’s none too hard to shove at his pinned wrists, sitting up despite the other’s weight on him, and kissing him roughly. ] No one can fill you like I can, Scaramouche, I’ll fuck you so good, so hard, and fill you just right. [ his eyes glow brightly, combing over scara as he finishes undressing him. ] Let me. You deserve it, right, ..?
[ the moment he tries to finish undressing him he slaps his hands away, glaring at him as he hastily tries to cover his knees and elbows again, as fast as possible. He has socks for his knees and his shirt for his elbows but he seems just fine taking just his pants and underwear off ]
You will only see as much as I'll let you see. Don't push your luck.
[ he brings his hand to a nipple again, and this time he's twisting roughly ]
[ telling. real fucken telling. ] ... [ childe knows scaramouche is an audition, so that means he's been corrupted by the production in some fashion, but what could he be hiding... ] I'm not going to apo- [ groans, ducking his head and taking a couple short breaths before grabbing at his hand and bending his wrist back, so that it starts to hurt. ] I'll turn you into a slut begging for my dick if you're not careful, asshole, [ narrows his eyes at him for a moment, but then his gaze softens. ] ...show me. [ releases his hand. ] Why are you so afraid?
[ it must be real bad... ] Fine. [ especially if he's suddenly giving in to the idea of letting him fuck him. ]
[ but that last comment earns a laugh, ] Like I could ever truly forget your stupid smug ass face. [ he sits up the rest of the way and tugs scaramouche into his lap, reaching for the wrist he'd been so hard on mere moments ago, and taking over massaging it for him. ]
You promised to turn me into a slut begging for your dick. If you don't deliver and give me the most mindblowing orgasm I've ever had, I'll be disappointed.
[ childe kisses him to silence and just dumps an exorbitant amount of pheromones into the room, more than he’s ever bothered with. the faintest of touches now seem like they could potentially send a person over the edge. childe deepens the kiss, setting a hand to scara’s chest and pressing hard, nails taking over his heart. ] You’re not getting anything until you beg. [ a fiendish laugh and he casually brushed the tips of his tails over any exposed skin of scara’s. ]
[ Once he's lucid he'll make fun of how he couldn't get him this excited for him without using the pheromones. But right now he's unable to think of anything but wanting to fuck what he recognizes as the alpha and he whines at the kiss and touch, trembling against him and bringing his hands over his shoulders for support as he goes right back to grinding against him ]
[ and he's going to make fun of him for immediately turning into a cock slut, so he may want to pick his battles carefully. he snickers, moving his hands away from scaramouche and instead planting them behind him, so he can lean slightly away. ]
What a fucken slut, Scaramouche. How badly do you want my dick? I've barely even touched you.
Ask me nicely and maybe I'll consider it. [ sound familiar you little shit. childe shoves scaramouche back, and goes back to looming over him; all five of his tails twitching behind him as if he can't wait to sink his teeth into him. ] Look at how pathetic the Sixth Harbinger has become. [ as he leans down to kiss his neck he reaches between them, gently rubbing his palm over scaramouche's dick. ] Beg like the bitch you are.
...and I will. I don't intend to leave you hanging. [ BUT HE FUCKEN SHOULD. childe removes his pants and kicks them aside, revealing the bottom portion of his glowing tattoo and his canine dick. ] Here's to hoping I don't break you. [ a laugh as he helps scaramouche into his lap, rocking his hips up toward the clef of his ass. ] You're still wearing too much... strip for me. [ releases another heaping helping of pheromones in an attempt to convince him to follow his orders. ] You wouldn't want to disappoint your alpha, would you, ..?
[ this fucking asshole. It's taking all his willpower to focus on whatever's left of his own will. Everything is screaming at him to follow the orders, that he wants to please Childe. He wants to be good for him. ]
No — no one can see. Stop it ...
[ Saying no shouldn't hurt this much and yet, it does ]
[ reaches for his chin, tipping his head back, so he can look into his eyes. ] Scaramouche. [ speaks against his lips, ] if they did something to you, then we’ll kill them together when the time comes to burn this place to the ground. [ what would be more fun, anyway! ]
[ he tugs his pants down enough to free his dick, taking it in hand and stroking him languidly. ] Look how cute you are when you’re so… needy.
[ he whines again as he looks up at him, his hand reaching over for him, moving to his chest and further down, wanting to touch his dick and feel the shape of it in his hand ]
[ now he’s just concerned for a number of reasons, but he’ll drop it, instead taking scaramouche’s hand and bringing it to his dick. ] Be good then. [ moves his own hands to his back, grabbing handfuls of his ass and playing with him roughly. ]
[ it should be painful but he's so high on pheromones that even that is a turn on. He'll grip on Childe's dick properly, starting to jerk him off as he moves back on his fingers, desperately trying to fuck himself on them ]
So good — it's been years, I want you so badly. Fuck me, Tartaglia.
[ rocks up into scara’s hand as he runs a finger along the right rim of his asshole. ] …far too long. I bet you’re real tight, [ nips at his neck. ] but you’ll end up being such a perfect fit for me, I just know it. [ a chuckle that turns into a growl as he does dip a finger into him, testing the waters, so to speak. ] I need to prep you, Scara, or I will in fact break you. Turn around and stick your ass in the air for me. It won’t be much longer, I promise~
[ there's a soft noise as he pushes into him - and just like Childe guessed, he's pretty tight.
He'd hate giving into him like this normally but right now he can't help it, and the moment Childe asks him to move he does as instructed, turning around and getting on his hands and knees, pressing himself down so his ass is up in the air and he's exposing himself for him ]
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[ it's time for him to try to flip their position, and try to pin his wrists together ]
You think I'm letting you fuck me.
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And you think you’re going to fuck me? Hilarious, Scara, you sure you can satisfy me?
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You're a masochist dog. What's so hard to satisfy?
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I think you're going to look a lot more enticing begging for me on all fours. But begging is begging, so do it nicely and I'll consider.
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[ being much stronger than scara it’s none too hard to shove at his pinned wrists, sitting up despite the other’s weight on him, and kissing him roughly. ] No one can fill you like I can, Scaramouche, I’ll fuck you so good, so hard, and fill you just right. [ his eyes glow brightly, combing over scara as he finishes undressing him. ] Let me. You deserve it, right, ..?
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You will only see as much as I'll let you see. Don't push your luck.
[ he brings his hand to a nipple again, and this time he's twisting roughly ]
Now. apologize for your transgression.
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I'm not afraid. Either we do this on my terms or we won't at all. I'll let you fuck me but you're not taking off all my clothes.
If you try, I'll make you forget about me.
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[ but that last comment earns a laugh, ] Like I could ever truly forget your stupid smug ass face. [ he sits up the rest of the way and tugs scaramouche into his lap, reaching for the wrist he'd been so hard on mere moments ago, and taking over massaging it for him. ]
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Ta — Tartaglia ...
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What a fucken slut, Scaramouche. How badly do you want my dick? I've barely even touched you.
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[ the threat is broken by a whine, and he's so hard and desperate for touch that for a moment he's really considering begging ]
You did this. Take responsibility.
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Fuck me, come on, just fuck me already. You said you're going to — fill me up.
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No — no one can see. Stop it ...
[ Saying no shouldn't hurt this much and yet, it does ]
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[ he tugs his pants down enough to free his dick, taking it in hand and stroking him languidly. ] Look how cute you are when you’re so… needy.
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I'll be good.
Anything but that.
You don't need me naked to fuck me. Please.
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So good — it's been years, I want you so badly. Fuck me, Tartaglia.
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He'd hate giving into him like this normally but right now he can't help it, and the moment Childe asks him to move he does as instructed, turning around and getting on his hands and knees, pressing himself down so his ass is up in the air and he's exposing himself for him ]
Please—
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