[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
...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. ]
[ 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…
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.
[ 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. ]
You are very-- [ that movement. fuck-- and he groans, moving faster as it becomes easier, despite the complete lack of-- everything? it still feels good. ] ... mistaken.
...a real pity then. [ he huffs, cheeks flushing as the pain just seems to drive him wilder. he's going to have trouble walking after this, that's for sure, but he can worry about that later. ] Because I like you. I might even... [ tugs on his restraints, trying to break the ice, so he can reach for snow. ] I might even go as far as to say...
H- Hah. [ he wheezes, growling as his hair is fisted and tugged. ] D- Do you want me to? Sure seems like y- you're interested in, in what I have to say.
I... I'm calling bullshit, Snow. I think... I think you, hnf, [ he grunts, shuddering as he feels himself nearing the edge. snow's warmth is comforting in its own way, even if he's not taking any kind of care. ] And it's not like I understand, feelings are stupid, so hate me all you like, but I like you.
[ childe laughs! it's plain to see that he got to him ( for better or for worse ) and because he's an asshole he. just. laughs. he'll probably regret this later, but for now he doesn't give even half a shit. the laughter is abruptly cut off when snow plunges the icicle into his throat, a sudden gurgle snubbing the sound and drowning it as childe's body spasms in the throws of death. blood spurts from the wound, staining the ice and water as his face pales and his eyes roll back into his head. eventually he stops moving altogether, blood still oozing out the wound as the last of his life drains. ]
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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?
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Is that all it takes, huh?
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[ so.
yes.
at any rate, he unbuckles his own pants, looking down his nose at childe as he does it ]
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At least since your stunt in the game.
[ maybe longer. ]
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Was once supposed to make me want more? You think that much of yourself?
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[ he doesn't feel like holding back anymore, and thrusts inside of him, only taking a pause to adjust ]
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... 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 ]
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I promise.
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very rarely does kaeya get surprised by something, but this is surprising. but it's probably something from the game?
maybe?? ]
Are you sure... you want to finish that thought?
[ and yet, he's staring at him with laser focus, a hand reaching out to fist in his hair, tight.
hating and loving this at the same time. ]
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[ his train of thought interrupted when really, really just wants to put the harbinger down.
how embarrassing. ]
-- I have no interest in what you... have to say. It was... an offer.
[ despite, or maybe because of the biting cold, the warmth of childe's body is driving him insane as he thrusts into him ]
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oh well.
he stiffens when he feels himself cross over the edge.
and as he slumps, he forms another icicle in his hand and raises it ]
Well, that's a mistake.
[ and then he stabs him, straight in the neck. ]
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He feels nothing. Very much nothing.
He pries himself away from Childe’s corpse… and leaves him to melt into the water below. They’re even now… ]