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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 ]

...unsurprising. It's all you Knights know how to do. [ he snorts, his eyes dipping to watch as snow unbuckles his pants. ] How long have you been thinking about this, hm? Fucking me.

[ once that's done, his hand goes to Childe's hips, gripping him roughly, as he presses against his asshole, teasing him with the slowness now-- and the chance to make the ice bite that much worse. ]

At least since your stunt in the game.

[ maybe longer. ]

[ so he’s not even going to prep him, unbelievable. he’ll do it himself while he’s taking his time to tease him, hydro joining his dick at childe’s hole and slicking him up… even if it’s just a little bit. not the best lubricant, but it’s something. ] Sure it hasn’t been longer…

[ he knows he can do it himself-- and for some reason, he's not feeling very forgiving today. for some reason, not at all related to the game. ]

Was once supposed to make me want more? You think that much of yourself?

I never said that. But you sure do seem to enjoy spending time with me.

For a definition of it.

[ he doesn't feel like holding back anymore, and thrusts inside of him, only taking a pause to adjust ]

Hrk! [ childe arches his back and howls, the pain of being fucked without any preparation in addition to having him thrust himself in all in one go has him trembling violently. ] B- Bastard. I... I didn't know you liked me so much.

[ yeah, he'll have to remember that next time.

... if, well, there is a next time,

but for now he steadies himself-- intent on being cruel. ]

Now who's... putting words in mouths...?

[ despite how much he dislikes this, it's... an incredible turn-on? and the last thing he wants to do is interrogate that.

slowly he starts to move his hips ]

[ hurts. it fucken hurts! but... the pain starts to melt into pleasure as snow starts moving. childe still squirms, hoping that he'll stretch some more, but god dammit. ] N- Not. It's true. [ laughs, but it devolves into a wheeze as he rolls his hips up to meet snow's. ]

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