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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.

[With that gaze and those sweet words he will climax, Tartaglia hissed through teeth as he does. He breaks eye contact and rag dolls against him after the fact head swimming even though this is a dream.

Gosh, he can easily see outside of the friendship, how Five can find him addicting. He really does push all the right buttons.]

[ childe is there to catch him on the descent, so the speak, a clawed hand coming to his backside to cradle him as an ancient ( and forbidden ) language is spoken against his ear. childe continues rocking his hips and it's not long before he, too, is coming apart. ] Look at you, [ he tilts his head, a loving stroke of his face. ] beautiful.

How do you feel?

... rather spent, but I wouldn't deny you.

[With very shaky legs he does try to grind down against him definitely swallowing a small cry. But he tries to mask it by cupping his face and kissing him roughly.]

And are you going to teach me that language of yours?

...so forward. I'll think about it. [ it's not something that should be taught, honestly. it's forbidden and considered kind of cursed. ] I imagine you'd like to be pampered afterward... but being that this is a dream is that even necessary?

[He wraps both arms around his neck kissing the tip of his nose.]

I always want to be pampered, dream or no.

[ his cheeks flush a light pink, ] …then allow me. [ the world around them swirls for a moment, changing into one snezhnaya’s famed hot springs. childe is back to himself - fox bits an all. he lowers the both of them into the water, keeping hades close. ]

How’s this, Hades?

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