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[ 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.

[ he gets childe's attention, but for the next couple of moments he's ignored, and childe simply picks up the pace and spanks him even harder. ] No? But how about coming twice, sensei, like this and then bouncing on my dick. [ childe slides his hand from five's ass along his sides and then to his front, so he can pinch his nipples hard. ] And I'll even suck on these~ I'll make sure you're thoroughly taken care of.

[ At this point it's just bullying, isn't it. There's a few gasps for air as Childe simply picks up the pace and spanks him hard - that spot on his ass feeling sore and sensitive by now. He has no doubt it must look red with all that abuse and there's something about that, too, that excites him - just the thought of Childe marking him in such a way, of doing this to him.

He's trembling, still, body overwhelmed with the onslaught of pain and pleasure mixed in and with how Childe is fingering him that's not getting much better. He knows he'll come if he keeps at it and he doesn't know how much he can last.

And it turns out it's not that much, because feeling him pinch his nipples like that is enough to send him over the edge. He lets out a chocked sob and comes hard, back arching and head thrown back as he hides his face once more, and unable to even form any more word of protest ]

[ childe gets splashed with an exorbitant amount of cum, smirk broadening as he slips out from underneath five's legs and leans down to drag his tongue from five's stomach to his chest, swirling the cum laden appendage around one of his nipples. ] ...sensei, you taste nice. [ snickers, his tail flicking back and forth as he's quick to muffle any kind of response with a kiss. ] Mm~~ [ hums straight through it, rutting against him. ] Look at you, sensei, in~credible~ thoroughly blissed out of your mind from having your cute little ass spanked.

[ Well that's it. He has to kill Childe, there's no other solution. He wouldn't be able to respond even if he wanted to - still coming down from his orgasm and the sight of Childe like this, feeling him rutting against him, isn't doing him much favors. But he does let out a low whine into the kiss, and once Childe's back to talking he frowns, face red with arousal and embarrassment.

Enough that he's grabbing on one end of the coat and just dragging it over his face, hiding beneath it ]

That was — ... playing dirty.

[ 😏 ]

[ ...ohno, cute!!! that's just going to tempt him to do something similar in the future. childe sits back, staring down at five. ] I think playing dirty had been touching my horny tattoo. [ but he doesn't continue complaining about that, since it hadn't been that big of a deal. he doesn't mind it here and there... and it's not like five had kept his hand there. he lays down behind him, circling his arms around him and burying his face in the side of his arm. ] But you liked it.

Let's go get in the shower, sensei.

[ he was going to protest but he's letting him stay hidden, so that's a good compromise. He's quiet for a few moments, unsure whether he should admit it out loud even with how obvious he was, but then eventually— ]

Of course I liked it.

I'm going to suck you off in the shower.

[ childe peppers a couple of kisses along the back of his neck. ] I'm more than fine with that. [ he eases back and gets to his feet. ] Let's go, sensei, and if you're not quick, then I'm going to scoop you up and carry you there myself.

[ he's considering whether he wants to retain some of his pride or not, but then he decides that well, after this ... ]

Then what are you waiting for?

[ he even comes out of hiding, and looks him straight in the eyes as he demands ]

Carry me.

As you wish, sensei. [ he scoops him up bridal style, taking with him one of the blankets as he heads for the bathroom. childe sets five down on the toilet seat and turns to get the shower ready. ]

I think you should be the one spoiling me now. [ turns once the water's running. ]

[ He'll get up just so he can gently push him against the shower wall, one hand keeping him there while the other moves to his tattoo again, touching it and pressing it again, even letting his hand stay there for a couple of moments just to make sure it will have the desired effect.

It's only a second after that that hand moves to grip his cock, starting to jerk him off just as he leans in to bite on his neck and suck on his blood ]

[ as soon as five’s hand comes into contact with the tattoo childe shudders and lets out a strangled moan, five’s name mingling with the increasingly lewd sounds spilling out from the prolonged touch. she shifts, trying to find a bit of reprieve… but then five bites him and starts sucking his blood and then nearly catapults Childe over the edge. he rocks his hips into five’s hand, chanting nonsense as he chases the mounting pleasure. ]

[ ah, finally, it's his turn to see him turn to goo against him. He loves that reaction, even if he'll admit touching his tattoo is cheating. ]

So you really do enjoy it. Having me drink your blood.

[ he doesn't let himself indulge in it too much - but he does lean in to kiss him just to get Childe to taste himself on his tongue, but he'll pull his hand away, not wanting him to come just yet. ]

I'm not letting you finish in my hand, that'd be a waste now, wouldn't it?

I… I do. I enjoy having sensei’s lips on me. [ shuts his eyes and tries to even out his breathing, but he’s past the point of no return, and five removing his hand doesn’t help. he whines, though it’s muffled by the kiss. ] Sensei. Sensei touch me. [ he humps the air, murmuring pleas against his lips following the kiss. ] …nnyeah, sure, so then… let me fuck your mouth. I want your lips on my dick, sensei.

What a good boy, asking so nicely.

[ he will bring his hand to his cock again but only to trace his index finger along the length of it, teasing him for just a moment before he drops on his knees ]

Fuck my mouth like you want to breed me.

[ look, he had to use the forbidden word. But if it's any consolation he'll shut up shortly after, because he's taking him between his lips and wasting no time in deep throating him, taking him as far as he can, one hand on his hip while the other moves to fondle his balls ]

[ childe glares at him the moment he says the word breed, ready to snap back with a reply, but then five is taking him into his mouth and fondling him in such a way that whatever retort was on his tongue dissolves a moment later. he splays his hands on the shower door behind him, rocking his hips into five's mouth and moaning. ]

...s- sensei, your mouth looks so good stretched around my dick. [ moving one hand to five's head he lovingly combs his fingers through his hair, eventually cradling the back of his head to hold him in place while he starts fucking his mouth a bit faster. ] Do you want to taste me? I'm so close, sensei.

[ He was a little concerned he might ruin the moment, but he's glad to see that apparently deepthroating him is enough of a distraction. The praise only seems to encourage him further and it's obvious he likes it just as much as the way he's holding him in place, and when he asks if he wants to to taste him, he simply hums around him, glancing up at him for a moment as confirmation.

It's a little difficult to not choke like this, while Childe's busy fucking his mouth, but he clearly doesn't mind and if anything, he seems to be wanting more of it ]

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