childeishly | 🐳 imeeji; inbox 2.

[ one of... jeez. he's afraid to know what the others are. ] Of course you'd play dirty, you little bastard. [ childe musters all the strength he's got to ram scara into the wall, bodily pinning him there to grind into him. ] Sure about that, you... this is your fault.

Shouldn't a husband take care of these sorts of things, help me through this and all that... [ not that he really wants to think husband scaramouche in any way, shape, or form, but he's horny getting hornier, and something needs to be done. ] Little brat.

[ oh no. a miscalculation. That's hot but he needs to be strong, even though the grinding is certainly having its intended effect, and he is getting hard ]

You don't remember so why should I fuck you? Though I'm sure your brain is going into overheat thinking of getting bred.

Because you're a horny little bastard. I can feel you getting hard, Six, you can't hide it form me. [ grinds a bit harder, although the mention of breeding has him stilling. ] Breeding? H- Haha. Are you kidding me, that sounds... [ he wants so badly to say it's gross, because who the fuck says it like *that*, but his dick stirs and his hips jump. breeding. ] Just shutup.

[ fuck. fuck. He lets out a low whine, and though he wants to hold on and reject him, he can't help but reach for his shoulders - looking up at him with his face flushed as he starts rocking back against him ]

Nggh ...

I'm - mad at you. First you tell me that you love me, you - say it's "always and forever", and then you — forget it all ...

How dare you.

[ childe keeps himself still, gazing back at him with his own flushed face. how can such a fucken asshole look so irresistible, it’s infuriating! ] Why would I forget something like that on purpose, Si- …Ptichka. [ he backs off, grabbing his wrist to look at the ring on his finger. he still doesn’t remember anything, but it doesn’t make sense that so many people would be lying to him… ]

[ he frowns, looking at his own hand. ] If I’m your wife, then where’s my ring?

[ now that childe is stopping, he’s letting out a needy whine ]

I haven’t - gotten you one yet.

[ a glare, and then ]

Kiss me.

[ he sets a hand to his chest and shoves him back against the wall to keep him at arm’s length. ] Why, am I just supposed to worship the ground you walk on? [ is this weird relationship one-sided, childe shudders to think that, because it’s even worse than the original implication. ] Is that why you’re still trying to order me around? Did you forget my leash, collar, and muzzle at home?

Maybe. Do you want me to go get them?

I just want to stop being confused about everything... if I'm being honest.

[ well. now he feels bad, and he looks at him, quiet, trying to imagine how it's like for him. ]

... It isn't as if I wanted to just dump it on you like this. I wanted to take care of you and make sure you'd feel comfortable enough with a familiar face.

But seeing things go back to how they were before ...

It hurts.

...tell me how it happened. [ moves a little closer. ]

... How you lost your memories or how we got together?

...I figure the bomb game has something to do with the loss, so I'm more interested in how we got together.

You started hitting on me when I got here. Though first you provoked me into a fight and we both got run over by a train.

...

[ what the fuck. ]

[ his face say it all. ]

It was just a quick fuck here and there at first.

But you were persistent.

So you weren't even interested initially?

I always thought you were attractive.

But I never wanted to get attached.

And then, what, something suddenly changed, ..? [ because he seems pretty attached now. ]

And then I fell in love. That's your fault.

[ snorts. ] ...touching that tattoo was pretty dirty. [ he picks himself off the floor and grabs scara's arm, helping him up. ] Did you still want to go out somewhere? [ so this is all real weird, but... maybe he could try it... ]

You're the one who provoked me ...

[ but he's reaching for him and not letting go ]

Wherever we go we're going to run into a place we fucked in so we might as well go to your room after all.

I did not. [ he hesitantly moves an arm around him. ] What are you... we've fucked out there, everywhere??? [ his face instantly flushes a deep dark red. ] Y- You're kidding...

[ oh ... that blush is cute, as his is attempt to move an arm around him ]

I'm not.

Should I give you a repeat performance ...?

[ he tries to think about fucking scaramouche and fucking scaramouche in public and he stammers out some kind of embarrassing response. he's trying, ok!, but that fried a part of his brain. ] We, a- and... [ he tugs scaramouche closer on reflex, fingers digging into his side. ] We- We're into that kind of thing?

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