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[ 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?

[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. He’s sure Caeli won’t 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. ]

[He is about to answer when the rush of pheromones hit him. His eyes go a little unfocused and the color on his cheeks a little darker.]

Delectable.

[He all but purrs biting Caeli’s 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.

[ 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.

Don’t be greedy. I’ll 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 — 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. ]

[It is very, very extreme. He’s a bit confused when Caeli changes. He doesn’t even attempt to push beyond his foul legacy.]

I s—-!

[The rest is garbled as he does bite off a cry as Caeli drives in. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he pulled back, but it wasn’t that.]

Caeli…

[He digs his fingers into his shoulders and bows his head getting used to the new position.]

You feel divine, Emet-Selch… [ he gives him a little bit of time to get used to being so full before he starts thrusting into him. ] You don’t have to use that name when we’re alone, [ takes his chin and tips his head back to force him to meet his masked gaze. ] Childe or Tartaglia will do just fine. [ a dark chuckle. ] Why don’t you remove my mask… I’d like to continue lavishing you in attention and it’s impeding my ability to do so.

[He laughs a little hoarsely, meeting his gaze.]

You haven't given me your real name. How hurt I am.

[He tries to pull himself off him rising up as high on his knees as he can while catching the edges of his mask with his fingers but not pulling it off yet.]

Which one is it?

It’s Tartaglia… Childe is just my code name. [ digs his claws into his hips to force him right back down. ] I want you to call me Tartaglia.

[He lets out a ragged gasp as he's pulled back down.]

Hades. ... Call me Hades, Tartaglia.

[He takes off his mask carefully, holding it reverently in his hands.]

Hades… [ removing the mask reveals a humanoid face. childe combs his claw through emet’s hair, cradling the back of his head before guiding him into another kiss. his other claw ghosts over his chest, electro energy crackling in between them and leaving subtle tingles over whatever skin he’s just barely touched. around them several hydro tentacles manifest, another crackle sounding around them as their tips spark. ] I can’t perform the same trick as you, but… [ and then the tentacles all start groping him - touch anywhere and everywhere, and sending small jolts of pleasure into him. ] Hades, Hades, Hades, …

[Even with all the movement he carefully places the mask on the ground. They have great significance to him after all.

Then he is touching his face and kissing the corner of his lips, his cheek, his jaw before bringing their mouths together. He is undeniably unraveling quickly with the pettings, being filled so full, and any lingering pheromones. His breathe comes in quick gasps with a sharp edge to them as he looks at him.

But he's not one to be outdone. He pets him back with his hands and tendrils of his own without the sigils this time. Making sure he feels just as equally adored as he clamps around him.]

Just a little more ... Tartaglia...

[ o- oh, that's real sweet. masks hold a great deal of significance to him too. it's a symbol of his loyalty to the tsaritsa and his rank among not only the fatui, but also the harbingers. ]

[ each time they share a kiss childe wonders if he could accidentally end up devouring him all, since the overwhelming onslaught of feelings is making it hard to think straight. he can't help but let his thoughts wander, especially when emet is coming apart all around him. ]

[ childe groans against his mouth, eyes becoming lidded as he watches emet with with rapt attention. ] Come undone for me, Hades.

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