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[ cool thing is like, he just turns every step underneath him into ice. because fuck water. ]

Cheri, I know we're not playing at diplomacy here, but honestly.

[ HOW ABOUT FUCK YOU-! ]

How about telling me what's got your panties in a twist, Snow?

[ no he's going to be the one doing the fucking this time, he will not tolerate it any other way. anyway, as he gets closer, he lunges at him, his sword appearing from nowhere.

wowee, he really wants to kill him. ]

Several things, if you have to know. One of which is that before we leave here? I'm going to kill you.

The other is that I'm going to fuck you.

[ childe summons his own blade and clashes it with snow's. ] Oh? In that order? [ he laughs again. ] And where did all this come from? Are you really that sore about getting played. Huh, now you know how it feels!

No.

[ the ice freezes around his feet, trapping him in place as snow gives him a rough shove from the clash ]

That's not why I'm upset at all.

You're greedy.

[ he doesn’t fall backward so much as awkwardly drop and hit his ass on the ice forming around them. ] How do you figure. You’re the one proclaiming you’re going to fuck and kill me. [ summons another hydro blade and swipes at him with it. ]

[ it hits, and then shatters? he's big mad right now, actually and kneels down, grabbing childe by his hair. ]

You took something that wasn't personal and made it extraordinarily so.

And killing me wasn't enough of a revenge, was it? Please, do tell me if I'm wrong.

But I tend to have a good read on people.

[ grunts. ] How did I make it personal. A game for a game. And [ flashes him a sharp smile. ] this may come as a surprise, but I don’t like you. [ not entirely true… maybe. ] My emotions might have been running a bit high following the elevator game, but I’ve been wanting to wipe that stupid self-satisfied smirk off your face since I had the pleasure of meeting you.

Ah yes.

And this [ and he shoves him down roughly against the ice, letting it bite into him as much as he wants. ] is why you're greedy.

tch, Call me whatever the hell you like. [ squirms, the burn of the ice making him hiss. ] But you can’t reasonable deny that you’re not also greedy. [ tries to summon a few hydro spears to stab at snow. [

[ but as the water summons, it seems to freeze and curve around them? locking down his hands, easily. ]

There are easier ways to confess your attraction.

I could call it even and just kill you now.

[ he hates this. he hates this a lot. but he doesn’t fight against his bonds and instead tries looking cool as a cucumber. ]

…get over yourself. [ scowls back at him, cursing the cryo that her majesty decided to gift this bastard. ] You won’t hear any complaints from me. I’ll save me the trouble of having to listen to you bitch and moan some more.

[ he had to give up his hopes and dreams for this vision, so watch it, mr. hydro.

ANYWAY, the great thing is he can just conjure an icicle, and aim it straight at childe, who he's now straddling. ]

Then I don't think I will.

[ and he leans down to kiss him, roughly ]

[ childe bites down on his lip to keep from making any conceivably appropriate noise once he’s stabbed, though one is inevitably forced out of him the moment their lips meet for a kiss. he tries to thrash beneath him, wanting to knock him off, so he can work at escaping the restraints, but between his snow’s weight and all the ice… he’s not having any luck. ]

[ he pants once the kiss breaks, already hard from the rough behavior. ] And people think I’m a sick bastard, h- Hah.

I thought you liked it rough?

[ he teases, mercilessly, his hand drifting down his chest to where his pants are straining ]

I don’t remember saying otherwise. Sure are putting words in my mouth instead of something else. [ tries to move and lift his hips to meet snow’s hand. ]

I have no clue what you mean, you know.

[ he says quite easily as he presses down, before shifting his hand to unfasten childe's pants. and then he leans in close as he starts to tease his cock. ]

But I don't care either. Maybe I am feeling pretty greedy today~.

...you, you're full of shit. [ the rush of cold air has him shuddering and all the water and ice aren't really doing much to help, but he shifts and trying to spur more contact. more more more. ] You are a greedy son of a bitch.

[ his free hand grabs his hair and pushes him down again, into the ice, harsh. ]

Quiet. You don't need to be so rude?

[ though, he does give him the extra contact he wants, his hand tightening around his cock. yeah, react to him, dammit. ]

[ grunts as soon as his head collides with the ice. ] ...pot, kettle, black. [ laughs, though it's kind of hard, and it also gets cut off the moment snow grabs his dick. he jerks his hips, groaning loudly. ] F- Fuck.

[ that's better. ]

I don't need to resort to name calling.

[ he leans over him, flashing teeth in a rather self satisfied smirk. if childe hated the dumb smirk on his face, it wasn't like he was going to abandon it now. but now every move is calculated to get a reaction out of him, down to how he shifts his weight, sliding between his legs. ]

Besides, who doesn't like a little pleasure to go with the pain?

...and just what do you plan on doing, Snow. If you really want to fuck me you could have just said so. [ a laugh. ] Pleasure and pain is all the same to me. [ to a degree, at least. ] How about you stop beating around the bush, hn, [ he throws a splash of water at snow from behind to try to force him down so childe can capture his lips in a kiss. ]

[ hydro is the worst. but guess there's freezing cold water thrown over the both of them-- and he at the very least acquiesces to kissing him. his hand moves from his cock to pulling his pants down, leaving him bare assed against the ice. ]

Is that all it takes, huh?

[ as soon as his bare skin hits the ice he shudders. ] Shutup. [ he hisses, and considers pulling the move again, but he's not interested in freezing his dick off. ] Do you enjoy wasting time? [ aka hurry up. ]

It's getting under your skin, isn't it?

[ so.

yes.

at any rate, he unbuckles his own pants, looking down his nose at childe as he does it ]

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