childeishly | 🐳 imeeji; inbox 2.

H- Hahaha hah! I love hearing you praise my fucken dick. [ he keeps a firm hold on his hips, fucking him in earnest, and losing his mind in the process. he could do this forever, because the feeling is too. damn. good. he leans up, giving scaramouche a kiss, and drinking in the sounds he's making. ] You make some of my favorite sounds, Kuniku. Keep 'em coming. At this rate I'm not going to last. You're squeezing me so damn tight!

A--ah ... even if you end up coming right away you — you're not getting out of this. I'm going to keep riding your cock, you - you promised me.

[ what did he promise him? Well, his knot and his cum and his eggs. So he'll keep going until he's satisfied too. He didn't need the encouragement to be loud, but it helps, so he's going to keep the moans coming, and he's even going to bring his hand to his own cock, starting to jerk himself off in time with childe's thrusts.

He's pretty close too, the entire situation getting to him, but more than everything it's the way Childe looks at him.

Like he's the most beautiful thing in the entire world ]

Love - love you, love your cock, love fucking you—

...going to, ah h- hah, milk me dry, Kunikuzushi? and take me for all I'm, for all I'm worth? [ childe manages a broken laugh as scara takes his own dick in hand and starts jerking himself off. he swats at his hand. ] Hey now. Allow me. [ he takes over, jerking him off in time with each and every thrust he makes. ]

[ as their eyes meet he nearly comes on the spot, he other hand leaving his lips to cup his face as he drags him into a kiss. ] I want to come together. Come with me, please, together, I love fucking you too, always so good… [ another couple of erratic thrusts and he reaches his climax with a groan, spilling into Scara with a full body shudder. ]

[ together ... well, isn't that romantic. And fortunately for Childe he's pretty much at his limit, so that last couple of thrusts combined with his touch and kiss are really all it takes for him to reach his climax. He spills in Childe's hand, pretty much collapsing on him immediately after as he catches his breath, moving only to leave a soft kiss on his cheek ]

You always - make me feel so loved and wanted. ... I like that.

[ as soon as he spills into his hand childe smirks, satisfied, bringing his hand to his mouth to lick it clean. he loops his arm around his back, holding him closely. ] I thought you said that even if I come, that you wouldn't be finished with me, ...and yet you're already exhausted... I've still got so much more to give, Scara, including my knot. [ he moves his hand back to his hips, punctuating his promise with a thrust. ] I'm glad, because you *are* loved.

[ he can't help but moan as Childe thrusts into him like that, with a promise he can't ignore. There's a soft laugh, and then he gives him another kiss, his hand reaching for his clean one so he can lace their fingers together ]

I'm only - taking a breather. I'm not done with you yet either.

[ childe brings their joined hands to his lips for a kiss. ] A breather? [ he laughs, setting a slow pace with which to fuck him. ] I can't wait for him to see my mark on you, especially stretched out when you're full of cum and eggs and just so incredibly mine. [ fuck dottore. he's staking claim on scaramouche. that stupid bastard had his chance, but now scaramouche is HIS, and childe is feeling incredibly territorial. ] I wonder what he'll say to all of that. [ he sets a hand on his womb, smoothing a few fingers over the mark as he starts picking up the pace. ] Maybe I'll give you two big eggs. [ he gives a laugh, kissing the corner of his lips. ] What do you say to that?

[ he’s already feeling overstimulated, and he loves that. He kets out a soft groan as he moves his hips, matching Childe’s movements and keeping his gaze on him. His face is flushed and he looks absolutely fucked out, and yet he hasn’t had enough yet.

He loves the possessiveness and jealousy. He always does. ]

Y-yes! I want them - the biggest you can give me. I want - my belly to be full for all to see.

[ not that he plans on letting others see him like that, no matter how hot the thought is. But it’s a fantasy.

He brings childe’s hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles, imitating him from just earlier ]

Does that mean - you’re fine with me messing with him, so long as he can see your marks?

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[ childe smiles, brushing his knuckles over scaramouche’s cheek, enjoying how absolutely fucked out of his mind he looks. if he could keep him like this, bouncing on his dick all day and all night, then he absolutely would. a cum hungry slut like him deserves nothing less. ]

[ another shudder as he thinks about showing Scaramouche off, making it known far and wide that he’s off limits. ] Y- Yeah, [ said breathlessly. ] I’m going to fill you so good, more cum, and a big egg you’ll be able to feel… and I’ll be able to tease… [ he strokes a hand over his stomach. ]

[ his hand is captured though, and brought to Scara’s lips for a kiss, his own cheeks coloring… though the embarrassment is short lived. ]

[ is he fine? he… doesn’t know, and he certainly doesn’t want to think of another guy fucking his boyfriend while he’s dick deep in him. he hastily flips their positions and fucks Scara into the blankets, cranking up the pace to hard and fast as he punches the air out of his lungs. ] Close, I’m close, … ready for my knot?

[ Fuck, this is too much. He feels himself close to another orgasm already - every thrust into him stimulating him more and making the line between pain and pleasure blur even more. And when Childe switches positions, well, all he can do is stay there and moan - cock painfully hard again.

He can't quite form words when Childe asks him if he's ready, so he nods a few times before a verbal confirmation comes ]

Y-yes, I want it, give it to me, please—

[ childe slams a hand down alongside scara's head to steady himself, the other going directly onto the back of his head to shove him even further down into the soft nest beneath them as he starts trying to force his knot into him. he should have done this a little sooner he realizes, because it's already starting to swell, making it that much harder to force in. ] I know you can take it, Scaramouche, your whore of a hole loves my knot. [ a few wet slaps of their slick flesh and childe is thrusting harder, growling above him, his sharp teeth tearing into his bottom lip as he finally makes it into him, and that vice like squeeze immediately has him coming. ]

[ he curses, his chin hitting his chest as he can do nothing but ride it out, his vision going white as he sees an array of stars. ] Good, so good... [ he fills him up, the hand on his head moving to his stomach to feel the slosh of cum. ] N- Now... now for the eggs... [ he licks his lips. ]

How many?

[ It's probably not surprising by now how much into it he is - Childe being rough, forcing him down as he forces his knot inside him, the insults and the degradation. They both share this sort of taste, after all, and if there was any doubt about how much he loves it, his entire body is shaking as he comes the moment he feels Childe's knot finally push past the rim of his hole, making him feel stretched impossibly wide.

Childe is definitely not the only one seeing stars, because it takes him a few moments for him to even register the question ]

You - you said two big ones ...

[ but will he be satisfied with them, even if they're big? The question is just making him think of how nice it always feels when Childe pushes his limits. ]

... M-more is fine. Until I can't take it anymore? I can - I can take as many as you want to give me. I know I can.

[ childe is a bit thankful that scaramouche needs a minute, because it gives him time to recover too. he catches his breath, and then leans down to deliver a couple of kisses to the back of his neck and along his shoulder, a sweet nuzzle to the side of his head given after. ] I did, but... I think I want to give you more. [ and he's thinking about when he'll have to lay them and how difficult that may end up being. ]

...mm, you do need to show off what good little bitch you are, don't you, ... [ he starts rocking his hips, his breath catching as he passes along the first egg. they're not as large as he promised, but they're still pretty big. ] How perfect you look bred. [ a second and third egg follow, a few soothing rubs given to scaramouche's stomach. ] Let me know if it starts to hurt. We're going for six... [ and then a fourth follows. ]

[ he's already feeling like he's ready to burst, and he loves that. This is exactly what he was chasing, and the only thing that'd make it better would be if Childe actually pumped him full of pheromones. Then he really wouldn't have to think. ]

I - I can do it. I can do six, it doesn't hurt, it's fine. Y- you like seeing my belly full, don't you? Feeling it - like that ... so I want to give you something nice to look at.

[ childe's not so sure he believes him, but... he's having a hard time convincing himself to care. six. he wants to do six too. and his horny brain has taken control, so he nods, purring his response into scara's ear. ] I do, I love seeing you bred, full of my cum and my eggs, my little bred bitch, ... [ he kneads scara's stomach, searching for the eggs he's already pushed into him. ] H- Hah, you're already nice to look at, but I'll praise you, worship you, lavish your full belly in all the attention you could ever want. [ he does actually start to leak out some pheromones, because all of this talk is making himself high as a kite. ] I'll take care of you, be the best for you and the eggs... you'll see... [ he snaps his hips, the fifth pushing it, and as childe continues to ramble the sixth finally pushes in - a little bit bigger than the rest, so it can plug him up. ] Ahh, so good, so full, all mine... mine mine mine. [ he crowds scara's space, draping him in his tails and gnawing on his shoulder and up toward his neck, eventually biting where his scent gland would be if he had one. ]

[ the pheromones are really the nail on the coffin of his sanity - and whether he would have tried to stop him from pushing all those six eggs in or not, well, it doesn't matter anymore. As it stands he's perfectly content with the way Childe is worshipping his belly, calling him his little bred bitch.

It's a pity he doesn't have a scent gland, because he truly would love to be marked by Childe properly, let everyone know he's taken just with a sniff ]

Y-yes, that's right, I'm your bitch, I'm — made to carry your eggs and take your cock. L-look at me ... I'm so full right now, it hurts so good, Ajax—

[ childe buries his face in scaramouche's neck. he might not have a scent gland, but childe's going to pretend he does. he groans against the skin, lapping at it when he can think to do so. he rocks his hips as another orgasm builds, which... isn't good for scaramouche. childe scrunches his face, sitting back as he reluctantly changes forms to be able to slip out of scaramouche. ] ...you're killing me, Scaramouche. [ he takes his dick in hand and starts stroking himself. ] Sometimes I wish my stamina was shit. [ no he doesn't. ] But, but yes, you look beautiful, turn around. Let me see you in... in all of your glory. I want to touch, and kiss, and touch... [ he licks his lips, jerking himself off a little faster at the thought. ]

[ There's a soft whine as Childe pulls out of him - he's full with his eggs, yes, but that's not enough. When he asks him to turn around he does so - but he's visibly struggling, the eggs making it hard to move. He lays on his back, legs spread open for childe as he props himself up and looks at him, his eyes focusing on his cock ]

Do you - like what you're seeing?

[ he brings his hand to his belly, feeling up the eggs ]

I'm so full for you. Show me how much you like it.

I think the answer's obvious. [ he jerks himself a little bit slower, more for show, at this point, from base to tip - a thick bead of cum oozing out from his weeping red head. ] Mm, you are, [ once again he licks his lips, baring his fangs at him. ] I could devour you whole, ... [ he growls, working himself up. ] I will, I will, but... in a minute. [ he crawls closer and crushes their lips together for a heated kiss that's tongue, teeth, and fire. another growl spills into his mouth as he brings a hand to the tattoo he has on his womb, deft fingers tracing it and reveling in the bump of each of the eggs as he does so. ] I love you, love you so much, look at you, all for me, all mine, mine, like this you're all mine... [ he rubs him a little bit harder, more roughly, his eyes swirling a hypnotic mix of purple and blue as he sits back to drop a kiss right onto the mark's center. ] Perfection.

[ he's getting more and more excited with each passing moment, and the touch and attention to the tattoo on his womb only makes it worse ]

A--ah ... I really - wish I could parade around for all to see. Make them all know I'm yours. You should - just fuck me out in the open and let them watch, make them all jealous that they're not the ones they'll get to breed me.

We should do that in a dream sometime. Give me control and I can make it seem like I'm fucking you in front of the entire production. During a game. Maybe... for a game. [ he should shut his mouth, this is making him harder. the thought of having to fuck scaramouche to save their lives or something equally stupid. his fogged ass horny brain is eating it up. ] Make them jealous, yeah, not to mention they all get to die afterward. [ he laughs, kissing his way down to scara's dick. ]

[ would he like everyone to die because they couldn't fuck him? oh yes. He absolutely would. So as ridiculous as the fantasy is, it's working as well as everything else to get him hot and bothered, and by the time Childe's working his way down to his cock, he's fully hard again. It's always like this with him, isn't it. They're keep escalating until they're both exhausted ]

We - we can do that. Yeah, I'll let you tailor the dream to your tastes and then — then we can have fun and see everyone get fucked in an entirely different way.

F--fuck ... Ajax — I want your cock again.

[ and this is the reason normal dates just aren't a thing with them, no matter how hard they may try. things escalate once, and then they just keep on going and going and going. seeing scaramouche get excited at the ridiculous notion has childe's own excitement rising and soon he's bursting at the seams, wanting to stake his claim in front of everybody and then punish them for thinking they could touch him, for thinking that they could win against them, ... ]

H- Hahahaha. I'll tailor it to our tastes. I want you to get off on it as much as I will. [ he sits up and gives him a kiss. ] I have... so many ideas... [ childe swallows, some part of his brain trying to grab the reins and yank back on them. ] But you're already so full... [ still, he finds himself rutting against his stomach. ] I'll hurt you.

[ Childe is right, if he fucks him again he'll likely hurt him. But it's so difficult to resist and hold back, and immediately he's letting out a soft, needy noise as Childe starts rutting against his stomach. ]

F-fuck, so you'll fuck my belly like this — rut your cock against it, feeling how full of eggs I am? Are you going to - come all over me and paint me in white? But I want more, too...

... [ dammit. he should get scaramouche a muzzle, he's losing his mind listening to him run his mouth, but... he's no better sometimes. ] Is, is that what you want, would it even feel good for you? Doesn't it hurt..? [ childe sets one hand down beside scaramouche, his other moving to the side of his stomach - gingerly pressing against it as he continues to rock his hips into him. ] I could, I... I'm sure I would, ...but what would you want. I want to make sure you get everything you need. Do you really want more? I want to give you whatever you want.

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