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[ 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. ]

Oh, look.

[He is very, very pleased with himself as he pets his back with feather light touches as Caeli is sprawled upon him.]

Cuddling.

[His tone does have that unique tilt that Five has when he is being condescending.]

[ if he had the strength to give alexander five across the face for that comment he would, but his head is still swirling so he can barely form so much as a response to throw back at him. he does manages a pathetic sounding laugh, nails digging in enough to probably get his attention but nothing beyond that. ] ...shh.. shush.

[He continues to pet him and he laughs, a soft genuine sound this time. Letting him take all the time he needs to recover.]

I am terribly fond of you.

[ tips his head down and away from emet, so he can't see the spread of pink across his face. ] As you should be, ...but I do really like you too.

[That just allows him to kiss the top of his head as he lavishes him in small pets and scratches just enjoying the feeling off his skin. Humming all the while.]

I assume that hit some of your bar for a unique experience.

It did. I can't say I ever thought somebody could replicate the feeling that stupid tattoo gives off... though, that does give me an idea. [ shifts, still feeling a little out of sorts, but he manages to sit up and splay his hands on emet's chest. ] ...you have yet to come. [ rocks back against him. ] And what if we were to share the experience of how my mark feels?

I derive most of my pleasure from watching my partner squirm.

[He runs his hands down his backside.]

But you do bring up an enticing offer. Do I get to be buried inside you when I come?

[ arches his back to the touch as he smiles. ] Mm, that's exactly where I'd like you to be when I come. [ moves his hands up to emet's head, cupping his cheeks as he angles his head to kiss him roughly. ] Put the mark on your dick and fuck it into me. We should both feel it then, no?

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