ā¦something other than cuddling. [ he cups emetās cheeks and kisses him, tongue pressing for entrance, so he can thoroughly explore his mouth. ] But if thatās your favorite thing, then letās cuddle after. [ since he doesnāt mind it and cockwarming is one *his* favorite thingsā¦ ]
[ 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 canāt 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 itās a dream and heās getting impatientā¦ suddenly no clothes! he takes emetās 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, thatās too much. ] Impatient much? [ a broken laugh as he eases back onto his fingers. ] I didnāt know you wanted to fuck me that bad.
[ 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?
[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 heās fucked the moment he sees the tendrils light up with his mark, and though his mouth drops open to protest- to encourage- itās anybodyās 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 emetās name leaves his mouth. he feels boneless afterward, slumping into emet and smearing his release between them. ] Wh- Iā¦ hnf, thatā¦ [ he needs a minute, his brain has broken. ]
[ 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.
[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?
[ 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?
[He makes a decadent sound into the kiss, cheeks staining pink.]
How can I argue with such an invitation?
[He does as requested before he tugs at his hips and lines himself up. With one sharp tug he pulls him down on him almost flush.
Considering what the mark means he should be prepared for the sensation, but he is not as he dramatically under estimates it. His back arches, and his head falls back as he lets out a cry.
And really his mind immediately jumps to how he can abuse this mark in the waking world. Heās sure Caeli wonāt mind most of the time.]
I really enjoy the sounds you make, Emet-Selch. [ he muffles the cry with another kiss, his own sound stifled as emet nearly bottoms out. childe is still unbelievably sensitive, so it's a wonder he doesn't come on the spot, but thankfully it's just the one mark... ] How does it feel?
[ he flashes emet a lopsided smirk as he starts riding him, the air around them becoming thick and heated as childe taps into his wild city abilities to dust the place with his horny pheromones. ]
[ childe never gets tired of seeing how his pheromones affect him. he doesn't keep pumping them into the air though, since he just wanted to get emet on the same uneven ground as himself. ] My soul... [ his eyes gleam dangerously as he grabs a hold of his shoulders to impale himself on emet. ] It's not yours to devour.
Donāt be greedy. Iāll give you some of mine in exchange.
[Unfortunately the ultimate form of coupling for him is merging souls. Not usually a problem in the waking world. But in dreams.
And that gleam in his eyes only entices him further.
He pushes into him tugging at his hips as brutally as Caeli pushes down leaving no room between them. And he will envelope him in his aether like a blanket ā a soft, barely there cocoon. That is until he starts to push into his soul finding all the cracks and gaps to fill with his own.]
...not interested. I like you, Emet, I can say that easily... but this feels like something you shouldn't be doing with just anybody. [ five might have given his blessing, but this soul thing seems kind of... extreme. ] Besides. [ as soon as he's shrouded in aether he's going to change into his foul legacy - the taint of the abyss filling in the gaps of his broken soul before emet has a chance. ] My soul is spoken for. [ probably. ]
[ if he didn't dwarf emet before he sure does now! ] It's time to switch things up. [ moving off emet he sits back, so he can drag him into his lap. ] I can't wait to hear you scream for me. [ and with that he's going to line himself up and in one swift motion drive his monster dick straight into emet. ]
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[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 donāt think youāll be satisfied with simply cuddling.
[And he begins working off Caeliās pants.]
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[ 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 canāt continue to grinding down against him. ] Give me your hand.
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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[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?]
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[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.]
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I am terribly fond of you.
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I assume that hit some of your bar for a unique experience.
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[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?
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How can I argue with such an invitation?
[He does as requested before he tugs at his hips and lines himself up. With one sharp tug he pulls him down on him almost flush.
Considering what the mark means he should be prepared for the sensation, but he is not as he dramatically under estimates it. His back arches, and his head falls back as he lets out a cry.
And really his mind immediately jumps to how he can abuse this mark in the waking world. Heās sure Caeli wonāt mind most of the time.]
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[ he flashes emet a lopsided smirk as he starts riding him, the air around them becoming thick and heated as childe taps into his wild city abilities to dust the place with his horny pheromones. ]
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Delectable.
[He all but purrs biting Caeliās bottom lip and he buries himself inside, keening noises leaving him.]
But be careful. Keep going down this path, and I will devour your soul.
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[Unfortunately the ultimate form of coupling for him is merging souls. Not usually a problem in the waking world. But in dreams.
And that gleam in his eyes only entices him further.
He pushes into him tugging at his hips as brutally as Caeli pushes down leaving no room between them. And he will envelope him in his aether like a blanket ā a soft, barely there cocoon. That is until he starts to push into his soul finding all the cracks and gaps to fill with his own.]
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[ if he didn't dwarf emet before he sure does now! ] It's time to switch things up. [ moving off emet he sits back, so he can drag him into his lap. ] I can't wait to hear you scream for me. [ and with that he's going to line himself up and in one swift motion drive his monster dick straight into emet. ]
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I sā-!
[The rest is garbled as he does bite off a cry as Caeli drives in. He wasnāt sure what he was expecting when he pulled back, but it wasnāt that.]
Caeliā¦
[He digs his fingers into his shoulders and bows his head getting used to the new position.]
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