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[ there’s a soft sigh at the feeling of his lips against him, and he lets his hands trail down his thighs, quiet and contemplating for now, like he’s trying to decide whether he wants to say anything ]

I don’t have a lot of experience in general. Most of the times I find out I’m into something when it’s sprung on me.

… but since you’ve had to use toys during your heat, I had been thinking about trying out more of them.

Seeing the way you’d react. Or maybe let you use them on me.

[ a pause, and then he glanced away ]

And I want to film us. Or just - take pictures.

I haven't really experimented all that much with toys, so we should do that. I bet the shop has an interesting assortment of them. I could use them on you~ You could use them on me~ [ he's about to lean in and give five a kiss, because the thought of being packed full of toys has really started to turn him on, but then five says *that* and childe turns the entire spectrum of red. ]

Film, p- pictures, really?! Do you, ah, plan to rewatch that stuff later. [ he clears his throat in an effort to save face. ] Want to see me thoroughly fucked that often, hm?

[ this time around being able to embarrass Childe doesn't offset his own embarrassment, so his face is still as red as a tomato, but just because it's a competition now, he nods ]

I do.

You are incredibly attractive and I'd like to keep reminders of how good your face look when you're overtaken by pleasure.

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[ he feels like he's overheating. so much for having to worry about the sheer cold of his snowy upgrade. ]

Ah, I, [ clears his throat. AGAIN. ] I'm glad you think so, sensei, I... [ averts his eyes. ] Y- Your, uhm, magination isn't good enough?

[ oh, wow, what a good look on him. He smirks, unable to resist that, and then it's his turn to start kissing everywhere he can reach. He starts at his jaw, trailing down to his neck and letting his teeth scrape against the skin ]

My imagination could never bring justice to how captivating you are. You always are, but especially in those moments. What about you? Don't you like the idea of me being able to enjoy your fucked face anytime I want?

I... I, ah, ... [ he stammers, trying to formulate a coherent thought. ] I don't know. M- Maybe? I would think sensei could just come knock on my door when he wants to see my [ manages the slightest of smirks, because he's still VERY CLEARLY embarrassed. ] fucked out face.

[ he laughs, enjoying that reaction a little too much, and then if he's letting him, he's going to take advantage of the temporary distraction so he can grab on him and flip him, reversing their positions ]

You're really cute when you're embarrassed.

You're right. I can knock on your door whenever I want to see that. So you won't complain if I start monopolizing your attention? If I decide I might just want to fuck you every. single. day.

[ they both know it's not gonna happen, he has to take potions, but that doesn't matter, he's trying to be cool and sexy ]

[ WHELP. he's distracted enough that five can flip their positions with ease, childe letting a startled noise pass his lips as he opens his mouth, brain stalling for an adequate response to that. ] I am not. [ n- nailed it??? ] Exactly! I'm glad you see my... point... [ his face turns a much darker shade of red as he imagines five knocking on the door and then just fucking him into a stupor only to, then, rinse & repeat every. single. day. ]

A- Ah, I mean, [ clears his throat, his blush reaching his ears. ] that'd take up too much of your time and [ he tries to smirk, but it's definitely more than obvious that he's having a hard time keeping it together. ] what if I were to turn things around on you? [ he lifts his leg a bit, gently rubbing against five's ass with his knee. ] I'd bet you'd miss getting dicked down, right, sensei?

[ It's a good comeback and he manages to embarrass him some, his face going red all over again at the way Childe phrases it, but he tries to keep his face straight ]

Well, I can get anything I want from you, can't I? So if I want your dick—

[ he starts and his hands meaningfully go to Childe's pants, starting to lower them. ]

Then I'll take it. And what about you? With this and my roleplaying proposal last time, I've already confessed three fantasies. What do you want to do with me, mmm?

[ grabs his collar and flips them, his pants hanging low on his hips, since five had already begun to lower them. ] And you're welcome for letting you do a little roleplaying. You seemed far to embarrassed to initiate it on your own. But, hm, what do I want? I would like to fuck you in my Foul Legacy form. I bet you'd like my big fat dick stretching you and filling you up completely.

[ he should not have been able to turn the tables on them like that!! it's his turn to be surprised and he yelps, face red as he stammers as he tries to come up with any possible comeback he can imagine and fails. It's obvious all over his face how much he enjoys the thought but he doesn't want to give Childe the satisfaction of having the upper hand again ]

I — I don't need you to be in a different form to have that now, do I?

[ hah! childe smirks, pleased with himself for turning the tables on five. ] I am pretty big on my own, that's true. [ snickers. ] Is that what you'd like then, Five, for me to shove you down in my cave and fuck you like an animal? Just think about how you'd be squirming around against all those blankets and pillows while I jackhammer into you.

[ Everything in his head is screaming to defend his honor and say I'm not the one who asked you to breed him. But he manages to push down his instinct, stay quiet for a few moments and just let Childe get this victory because he knows the loss of control was an actual issue for him, and he doesn't want to hurt him for the sake of his pride.

But he is petty. So he will reach for his horny tattoo and press the palm of his hand against it ]

Less talk and more fucking, if that's what you want to do.

[ DON'T BRING THAT UP, OH MY CELESTIA. ]

I'm going to fu- [ and, of course, five takes the petty route and childe stops dead in his tracks, the words instantly dying on his tongue as he ducks his head and lets out a lewd moan. he pants straight afterward, arms trembling as he tries to keep himself from just dropping straight onto five. ]

C- Clothes off then. Let me fuck you.

[ it'll never get old, seeing Childe get so excited. He knows it's dirty play but how can he resist when the look is so appealing on him? He's quick to undo his pants and kicks them off along with his underwear, but that's the only thing he bothers with. Instead, he brings his hand to the back of Childe's neck and leans in to talk into his ear ]

I want you to fuck me while I'm still wearing your coat.

I... I can do that. [ childe lifts one of five's legs up and moves it over his shoulders, turning his head to kiss the inside of his thigh. ] But first. [ he uses his other hand to brace under five's ass, holding him up just a bit more so he can slip his tongue in between his cheeks and slick his hole up. ] I'm going to make you regret doing that, sensei. [ unlikely! but he's got to try to save a little face, even if he's all talk. ]

[ He doesn't know what he expected as Childe goes on to lift his leg over his shoulder, but it certainly wasn't that, and his entire face goes red immediately. Childe might not be able to see that but he'll hear the yelp coming out of his mouth and feel him reach for his shoulder immediately.

This position isn't truly any more embarrassing than anything else they've already done, and yet here he is, feeling completely exposed ]

You know you can be rough with me, you don't have to prepare me like this.

[ five will feel childe smirk against his ass, lips lifting as hell considers how to respond. ] If you’d like to be impaled on my dick, sensei, all you’ve got to do is say so. I’d happily oblige, you know, … [ hums, drilling his tongue into him once more. ] And maybe I’m doing this because I like your ass, sensei, it’s very cute. [ he removes his arm from the spot on his lower back, lowering him just a tick so he can spank him. ]

[ He wants to protest but all the words die in his throat as he feels him pushing his tongue inside of him, and all that comes out is a breathy moan, thighs trembling lightly as he bites his lip to prevent himself from getting any louder.

And then he's spanking him, and he really can't hide how much that get to him. This isn't the first time someone does it to him, so it's not a surprise — but it certainly something he wasn't about to share with him just yet. Or ever. ]

Tartaglia—

Hmmm? [ he leans into his thigh, turning his head to drag his teeth along it and nip lightly. ] It’s been such a long time since you’ve called me that. [ he palms the round globe that’s five’s ass once again, squeezing as his eyes flicker in his direction. ] Do you want me to do it again?

[ his face is fully red, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at him and considers whether to answer or not, even if his desire is probably obvious with the way he moves into his touch. Really, it's unfair how every one of his touches and bites always make him feel like it's not enough ]

That's because I only use it when it's just the two of us.

[ if he answers the first question and not the second it's fine, right. ]

Do you really need me to ask?

...do it whenever we're alone. We get a significant amount of time to ourselves and I want to hear it more. [ and he'll spank him again, a bit harder this time. ] Do it, sensei, call me Tartaglia. [ palms his ass, soothing over the faint red mark before spanking him again. ] I wonder if I could get you off by just doing this.

Fuck—

[ That gets to him pretty much immediately, not just the act itself but the way he alternates with the soothing motion and how he's talking to him. Of all the things he's into, this is one he's definitely embarrassed by and yet he can't help but writhe against him, cock twitching in interest and body shaking as he lets out a small cry at the hit - a mix of pained and pleased.

If he calls him by his name again, he really is giving into him, isn't he. He bites on his lip for a moment, and then brings a arm over his eyes to hide his face ]

Don't mock me.

... Tartaglia.

...hah. It sure seems like it. [ childe leans down and drops a kiss on the red mark that's starting to burn bright from all the abuse. ] Look at you, sensei, squirming around just from a little [ spank! ] strike [ five will feel him smirk against the skin as he spanks him again. ] or two. And I'm not mocking you, sensei. I would never. [ he grips one of his cheeks and squishes the soft flesh in hand, finger dipping in between the both of them, so he can finger his puckered hole. ] How about... [ he dips it in, finger fucking him in time with another smack. ] this?

[ every hit against his skin makes him feel like he's burning up, makes his body tremble and his back arch as he throws his head back and tries to come up with something — anything that will be at least more dignified than the cries he's letting out now.

It hurts, it's not like it doesn't hurt, but each hit brings about a wave of pleasure and shame intermingling together and he doesn't quite know what do to with himself.

And then Childe is fingering him, giving him no respite as he keeps spanking him right while he fucks him like this. Could he really get him off with just this? If the way he's feeling pleasure building up is any indication, he's pretty sure the answer is yes ]

Wait, Tartaglia—

[ he reaches over to him and tries to grab on him to get his attention ]

I don't — ... I don't want to come from this. I want to come with you inside of me.

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