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[ he's still shaking like a leaf, something he's pissed about, because he hates showing a weakness - dream or not. ] Some stupid girl took control of my body, possessed me, and it felt... similar...

I won't hurt you, Caeli. On that you have my word.

[He rubs his back up and down in a slow rhythmic gesture, kissing his neck softly.]

[ the darkness starts to wane, everything going back to the way it was before he had his mini freak out. childe expels a sigh, turning his head just enough enough to nuzzle into emet's. ]

Unless you ask for it, of course.

[He nips at him before hold him just a little tighter.]

I wouldn't want to bore you, after all.

You seemed to enjoy choking me. Are you, perhaps, a bit of a sadist? [ grabs a hold of emet’s shoulder and digs his nails in, smirking. ]

Very, very rarely. I know I have had a few that would have enjoyed it if I were more so.

[He smiles and leans in to kiss him lightly.]

But it is beautiful. Your soul.

[ his face colors and he shoves his hand against emet’s chest, hard. ] …stop saying that. [ /// ]

[He will falter backwards half a step and grab onto his arms to steady himself.]

But I get such a delightful reaction. Why would I not?

[ grumbles under his breath as he trails his hands down his front, the scene around them warping as he shoves emet onto a bed that's just appeared. how convenient~ ] Oh yeah? You like knocking me off kilter?

[He falls back with a laugh displaying himself as he reaches for the front of Caeli’s shirt to tug.]

Yes.

And assume you got permission. I did as well. But I still want to study your corruption after we play.

[ sets his hands on either side of emet's head and takes a seat on his hips, rocking back and forth with a smile. ] I did. I have his blessing~ though he did make a point to mention I not forget about him, but how could I. Five Sensei is too important for me to forget.

Fine. I can agree to those terms.

Neither of us could. Simple as that.

[He nips at his neck and squeezes his ass to encourage the rocking.]

Now. What do you like, Caeli? In dreams the possibilities are rather endless.

I’m interested to hear the sorts of things you’re into. You’ve had so many years to experiment~ so tell me, Emet, just what kind of kinky shit are you into. [ he stills, sitting back and setting a palm on his chest to splay his fingers out over his heart. ] I refuse to believe you’re vanilla.

You won’t believe me if I said cuddling was my most preferred?

[He lays there arms open in a inviting and unthreatening manner.]

Soul petting is my favorite, but we will work up to that on a future encounter.

[While Emet doesn’t move, Caeli will feel something start to slither up his legs and arms. Smooth, thick, rope? He doesn’t seem them at first when he looks down, but on closer inspection he sure is getting wrapped up in aetherical energy tendrils.]

… [ thinks on it for a few moments. ] ugh-! [ he can believe it. ] I need to introduce you… to… [ trails off as he feels something slithering against his skin. ]

[ when he finally catches sight of the ethereal tendrils he laughs. ] You go from cuddling to tentacles… I’m getting some mixed signals. [ but he doesn’t seem to mind them, and if he’s not getting bound in some manner he’s going to try to touch one of them. ]

Introduce me to?

[He simply rubs his outer thighs as the tendrils continue to wrap around him. And for the moment he is not getting bound, but it is greatly implied.

They feel like putting your hand through water without the wetness. They have weight and can be gripped but sludge through his fingers.]

I don’t think you’ll be satisfied with simply cuddling.

[And he begins working off Caeli’s pants.]

…something other than cuddling. [ he cups emet’s cheeks and kisses him, tongue pressing for entrance, so he can thoroughly explore his mouth. ] But if that’s your favorite thing, then let’s cuddle after. [ since he doesn’t mind it and cockwarming is one *his* favorite things… ]

[ childe helps the tendrils get his pants off, though he only moves very minimally, because he wants to stay seated on top of emet, so he can’t continue to grinding down against him. ] Give me your hand.

[He would reply, but he grants him access instead meeting him back equally. He also gives him a hand as requested, but that means he still has a free one to slide down his back, and then insert into him without the need preparation because dreams are great like that.

But he does give a little moan at the grinding lifting his hips up into him. As for the 'extra' hands he has, well, there is still more clothes to get through on Caeli so they'll get to work on that.]

[ and because it’s a dream and he’s getting impatient… suddenly no clothes! he takes emet’s hand and guides it to the glowing womb tattoo, about to coax him to touch it when he breaches him. he jerks forward enough to force emet to touch it himself, his entire body shuddering as he chokes on a moan. f- fuck. too much, that’s too much. ] Impatient much? [ a broken laugh as he eases back onto his fingers. ] I didn’t know you wanted to fuck me that bad.

Was I not obvious? A shame on my part.

[He runs his thumb over the edges of the tattoo, soft at first, before he presses much harder as he moves to the middle.]

I feel as if this is cheating.

[Not that he's stopping.]

[ childe just likes hearing it. being validated is a real turn on. he smiles and shifts back just a little bit, taking both of their dicks in hand and stroking them in tandem. ] I don't think so. It's there, so might as well ma- mmm... [ his grip on them tightens for a fraction of a second, a sharp breath expelled as he presses harder and closer to the center. ] It's stupid and annoyed, but... I'd be lying if I said it doesn't feel good.

[He jerks with a cut off moan letting his eyes fall shut as he works both of them.]

Now that does feel nice.

[He pulls his hand back from the tattoo. Though when he does, he will see the a duplicate symbol from his stomach shine like a symbol, glowing lightly as it is suspended on the edge of his fingers.]

Five did tell you I am a sorcerer of eld, did he not?

[The sigil fades, but he touches his neck and he'll feel the same jolt as if he was pressing firmly on his tattoo.]

[ childe rumbles a response of his own, rocking his hips and spurring another instance of delicious friction as he continues to work the both of them. he cracks an eye open at emet, slowing but never stopping, so he can focus on what he's doing. ] He's told me a little bit about you, bu- ahhnf. [ wtf-! childe doubles forward and, once again, grips them both tight, because he's already teetering on the edge. ] W- What was that, what did you do?

It isn't that hard to duplicate. Your mark.

[Conveniently, all those aetheric tendrils light up with his exact womb sigils of their own. He leans up on one elbow and kisses him softly on the lips.]

Melt for me.

[And he does caress him with each of those tentacles - his chest, his thighs his back, whatever he can reach. How does it feel to have about half a dozen of those tattoos going off at once?]

[ dear tsaritsa. childe knows he’s fucked the moment he sees the tendrils light up with his mark, and though his mouth drops open to protest- to encourage- it’s anybody’s guess, because his brain short circuits the moment they all start touching him. he comes that very instant, bodily quaking as a broken moan tangled with emet’s name leaves his mouth. he feels boneless afterward, slumping into emet and smearing his release between them. ] Wh- I… hnf, that… [ he needs a minute, his brain has broken. ]

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