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[ sets a boot to his chest and shoves him back, roughly. leans down reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeal close. ] Nothing's necessary. You're flushed, Snow, *why*. From all the liquor, or something else?

[ he stares up at him, pursing his lips tightly, but his defiant look is dulled, and he can't quite master that smug smirk the way he want.

hell, he's practically looking at him with open desire, even though his mouth says something different. ]

You just can't seem to decide if you want to talk or not, can you?

I don’t want to talk… at least not about anything serious. You look needy, Snow. Why’s that, you looking to get fucked?

Yes.

[ even though he doesn't want to admit it, his head is full of fog and he can't stop thinking about it.

remarkable how quickly he snapped this time, oops ]

[ … ]

[ wat. ]

[ he looks confused, but manages to bury it, removing his foot to instead knee down over snow and kiss him. ] You’re lucky I like you. [ sets a palm on his crotch and rubs him through the fabric of his clothes as he continues to lavish him in kisses. ]

[ his head is completely empty, and he gasps against his mouth, back arching to press flush against him. is he lucky?

he doesn't think so, but he is needy, and sensitive. his hands go up, sliding up and around his neck to pull him closer, as soft moans occasionally escape his mouth ]

…Snow, can you hear me, or is all you have on the brain dick! [ chuckles against his lips. ] What’s gotten into you. [ dotes on him, giving him a mess of attention and affection. ] I’m not going to fuck you here, so why don’t we go back to Cupcake.

[ was he talking

When he pulls back, Kaeya looks a little dazed. He doesn't want to stop? ]

What?

[ anyway there's the answer to the first question ]

…

[ he is so fucked up. Childe should stop, but he doesn’t give a fuck. snow is being pliant and has no objections, so he just yanks him up off the ground and drags him straight into the bar. he shoves him against the door and captures his lips in a fierce kiss, rolling his hips into him as he groans into his mouth. ] Tell me what you want.

[ his breath catches, and his hand goes to fist in his shirt, as a full body shudder takes him, and his skin somehow flushes darker. he needs it-- he needs him inside of him? he's practically clinging, and his gaze is unfocused. ]

F-Fuck me.

[ gone is all hint of his previous defiance and smugness ]

[ childe deftly unbuttons, unzips, and unfastens the clothes in the way; keeping snow bodily pinned to the door. ] I’ve got you. [ smirks against his lips before giving him another kiss, one arm hooking under snow’s thigh to lift to as childe grinds that much harder into him. ] You look good like this, Snow. [ sinks his teeth into his neck, sucking a fiendish red mark into the skin. ] How bad do you want it? How bad do you want me?

[ is he being teased? he's being teased. he has to be. but he lets his head thunk back against the wall, as childe sinks his teeth into his neck, a shuddering, needy groan escaping his lips.

It's the first time he's ever felt himself come quite so undone. ]

I need it.

[ he is going to regret admitting that, probably. but his hand snakes around his neck, steadying himself, and giving him an easier way to press closer against childe. ]

...course you do. [ oh, he's absoLUTELY going to regret it. childe tugs snow's pants down, something thick and slick pressing against his asshole to start the preparation, though childe should really just forgo it because of how snow handled him last time. he... decides not to be a spiteful bitch, and instead continues having the hydro tentacle take care of him. ] Do you want me to fuck you full, Snow? I can fill you up like nobody else could even dream of.

[ honestly, he almost doesn't even need it. but when he's whispering those things in his ear... ]

Please.

[ he knows some manners, after all. he's practically panting against his lips. ]

[ this is hot. childe likes seeing snow like this. he drags his tongue along the shell of his ear, whispering ] Since you asked so nicely. [ he plunges the hydro tentacle into him, to fill him up while he slips a hand in between them to start working on his own clothes. ] Didn't really even need it, surprisingly. You're *really* something special, hm? [ another tentacle presses against his entrance as childe takes both of their dicks in hand; stroking them fervently. ] I can smell the abyss on you, Snow, perhaps I should show you my side of the abyss. I think you'll like it.

[ The commentary on the abyss pings something distantly for him, but he can't focus on it. not with the hand on his dick, and the tentacle in his ass, rendering him completely helpless against Childe. he feels his strength fading, as the panting gets more apparent, and his eyes gaze at childe, unfocused but unable to look away. ]

Yes...

[ he could do anything, as long as he keeps touching him, kaeya just needs that fullness. ]

[ a dark smirk crosses childe's face as he shoves another tentacle into him, stretching him out for something much great. he presses him even harder into the wall, a swirl of electro and hydro energy engulfing him and prompting a sudden ( and possibly startling ) change. childe's body changes, becoming bigger and thicker; his foul legacy easily dwarfing snow. one of his clawed hands goes to the wall beside his head as the other dips between his leg to probe his ass. ] Do you think you're ready? [ snow can probably feel the weight of his ridged dick on his stomach as childe ruts against him. ]

[ what

the hell

and yet, he's so incredibly turned on? he's going to heave so many complicated feelings when this is done. because it snaps him out of his heat induced haze for a moment ]

You're kidding...

[ that's what he meant when he said abyss and yet. no sense in this boy for more than a second. ]

Yes, I'm ready.

Do I look like I’m kidding… [ childe laughs, his tone slightly gravely and warped. ] Looks like we have more in common than you may have originally thought. [ he has his tentacles spread him as he shifts, pressing the head of his dick against him. ] I hope you can take it all, Snow. [ another dark chuckle as he eases the first inch or so into him, but then he’s snapping his hips and forcing him to take it all in one go. he shudders, leaning heavily into him to use the wall as a brace. fuck, it’s so tight, too tight… ]

[ yeah, he gives a strangled cry of pain-- distantly aware of all the issues this is gonna cause. he grits his teeth and instinctively pushes away, but the same problem that's plagued him from the start is there: there's no strength behind it.

but it could be so much worse, since even with minimal prep, he's not broken. ]

Stop... talking...

…you wanted this, you begged for this, shut up and take it. [ but despite the sharp reply he doesn’t immediately start thrusting and instead lets Kaeya get used to how big he is. ]

Take off my mask then, so I can kiss you and silence us both.

[ he catches his breath as the pain numbs-- but doesn't fully subside. he looks up now, having to crane his neck. a hand reaches up and rips the mask off, rather than acting with any sort of care, as that hooded, needy gaze comes back ]

I don't want to hear... about the Abyss.

[ as soon as he rips the mask off he'll get to see the third eye sitting open on childe's forehead, the corners of his mouth stretched and torn; with serrated teeth flashing him a sharp grin. he silences him by shoving his long alien tongue down his throat, sealing their lips together in a kiss. he pointedly tries to knock the breath out of him by jackhammering him for a few quick moments. ]

[ between kissing and his movements? yeah, Snow's losing his fucking mind. the pain subsides more quickly, overtaken by pleasure and he really doesn't take long to knock his breath away. he gasps around his tongue , fingers pressing against the wall for purchase.

and they don't have to say a thing-- though the sounds coming from him are plenty enough noise on their own. ]

[ the sounds coming from him are divine, and childe can't get enough, which is probably why he immediately doubles down; going harder, faster, deeper. he aims to bring snow to an all new plain of pleasure. he drags his clawed hand down the wall beside his head, splinters flying left and right as he leans in impossibly closer. ] Are you ready..?

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