...you're drunk. [ childe chuckles against his lips, dragging scara into his lap. ] It's cute. Tell me a little more about us. [ hearing it while he's tipsy is going to be even better. ]
[ childe reaches behind the bar and grabs a bottle of... whatever. it doesn't even matter. it's probably some bottom shelf shit liquor, but it's guaranteed to get him drunk, fast. ] Here. [ he moves off the cap and brings the bottle to his lips. ] I know you're mad at me, and that's why I'm here, trying. I want to remember. Can't BARiTONES implant memories? How about doing that for the time being?
[ Ah ... that's so tempting. Is that cheating? Maybe it is, but he doesn't care. Especially not after he's drinking even more. It takes him a few moments but then he's using his abilities to alter his memories, making up memories of some domestic bliss - not really accurate to reality, because he's too drunk for that, but definitely lovey-dovey moments ]
Want - want to ... go home with you ... be with you ... always.
[ childe is a bit taken by surprise, but a warm feeling floods him the moment scara gives him those memories. his cheeks color pink and he immediately kisses him. ] I want you to come home with me, don't want to be without you, my cute little husband. [ gives him another kiss, drinking in the taste of the liquor. ] Always and forever.
[ childe takes scaramouche's hand, running a finger over the ring. ] And I love you so much. I'll give you anything you want. You know that all you have to do is ask. [ he gives him more kisses... and then even more on top of that. ] What else do you want?
[ childe grabs a hold of scaramouche's hips, turning himself, so he can pin him against the bar. ] Oh yeah... interested in seeing my reaction? Do you just want to see me blush and stammer and all of that? [ he rocks against him, hoping to show that he's already hard, the last few minutes of back and forth having easily gotten him there. ] It's been a while since you've taken my knot, hasn't it, ... [ and since childe can't control his abilities, don't mind the accidental leaking of horny pheromones. this conversation probably isn't helping... oops. ] At this rate I'm not going to be able to get it inside of you, it'll be too big... [ kisses the corner of his mouth. ] It's already swollen, because I... because I want you.
[ Ah, fuck. He's too hot. He's so hot, and beautiful, and he loves him so much it hurts. There's a soft cry as Childe rocks against him, and he moves his hips to match that, chasing contact and clearly wanting more. He's drunk and now he's high on pheromones, making him want him even more. He's already a desperate mess, his hands moving all over childe, trying to take off his clothes and touch and grope wherever he can ]
You - you just have to shove it in now then. You'll give me your knot, right? I want it - I want it so bad ...
...you look real cute like this. Drunk, flushed, and needy. [ he continues rocking up against him. ] Hah, you want to do this here? What if somebody were to come in and see us? See me fucking you over the bar counter. [ childe grins, his sharp teeth bared. ] They'd certainly know you're mine.
With no prep? I don't think that's a good idea. But, yes, you can have my knot. [ he lifts scaramouche into his arms and brings him behind the bar, bending him over the counter and tugging his pants down and swiftly burying his face in between his ass, tongue poking at prodding at his hole. ]
I - I don't care if they see. I am yours, they should - they should all know. They should see how much I love your cock and that - I'm your cumdumpster.
[ he barely has the time to register what is happening as Childe bends him over the counter, and he immediately moans as he feels his tongue prodding at his hold - the feeling already overwhelming ]
ā¦hey. [ childe sits back and rests his cheek on scaramoucheās ass, inserting a finger to keep up with the stretch as he talks. ] Youāre not a cumdumpster. Youāre my husband [ he adds another finger and starts scissoring him. ] and I love youā¦ and seeing you squirm is especially nice. Mm, youāll have more soon. I just want to make sure Iām going to be able to fit. Youāre so tight, Ptichka.
[ That's even more embarrassing. He can take the usual dirty talk, but Childe calling him his husband and saying that he loves him, with such sincerity ... how can he take it. He's already a moaning mess as he fingers him and spreads him open, biting on his lip as he feels the stretch of it ]
I-it's been a while. I was going - to come to your room and ride you.
Going to break into the dorm and sneak into my room and get on my dick while I'm sleeping... or just manhandle me while I'm awake and pin me down, so you can climb atop me and ride me until you're satisfied... or were you planning on doing both at some point? My my my, I never knew my cute little husband was such a filthy little vixen. [ as he says this he removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue, eating his ass out and slicking him up for something bigger and better. ]
[ There's sharp cry at that, and he grips tightly the edge of the table, holding on desperately as pleasure washes over him. He's getting so hot and bothered already, he needs to be fucked right now ]
B-both. I'd do both, and then you'd have no choice to — to fuck me, until I'm satisfied and — even then I won't let you go.
How did I end up with such a cute little slut? [ he sits back, giving his ass a little spank as he stands, grinding his clothed dick into his ass. ] You must really love my dick if that's the case, then I guess I have no reason not to fuck you, hm?
[ he bites on his lip, barely holding back another loud moan as he spanks him and he grinds his cock against his ass. He chases that contact, desperately wanting more ]
Y-yes, that's right - there's no need not to fuck me — I'm your husband so — so you should — breed me as much as I want.
Breed you, huh, does that mean you'd like to carry my baby? [ he fingers scara's hole as he shoves his pants open and down with his other hand, jerking himself off to smear the globs of precum over the length of his dick. as soon as he's finished he removes his fingers and presses the head of his fat cock against his hole. ] What a good husband, begging for my dick and asking to be bred, ... [ he should think all of this is a little weird, but it's hard not to get into it, and everything scara's saying is going straight to his fucken dick. ] Do you think you can take me? [ he starts slowly pressing into him. ]
[ it's an answer to both questions, really — he's not thinking of the implications of what he's saying, but it's hot, so who cares. The moment Childe is pressing into him he's seeing stars, and with the pheromones still in the air, he can't think straight at all. So he pushes back toward him, desperate to be filled more ]
I can take you - I can take your — babies and — and everything you want to give me.
ā¦so tight, Pticka, I feel like I mightā¦ break you. [ he buries himself up to the knot, setting an even pace and grinning as it swells - the turn this conversationās taken driving his instincts into overdrive. ] Donāt worry, what kind of mate would I be if I could fulfill your ever need and grant your every whim. Iāll breed you, Iāll fill you, [ he leans over him, nipping at his ear with a feral growl. ] Iāll make sure youāre overstuffed with my eggs. [ he ups the pace, fucking him harder, because heās trying to force the knot past his puckered ring. ] Just, just need toā¦ to knot youā¦
[ he keeps moving his hips toward him, trying to force that knot inside him as if that's not going to be painful. But he wants it, he wants it so bad - he always feels amazing when Childe stretches him open beyond his limits ]
I don't care if you break me. I just want you ... a--ah, look at me, fucking myself on your cock, so desperate for more. Anyone who saw me would know - that I'm your bitch ...
I, I don't want to break you. [ childe noses along his neck and then sinks his teeth in, marking him. at this point he manages to knot him, forcing it past his rim, and immediately cumming. he shudders, moaning against his slick and bleeding skin. fuck. this is a high he can't imagine having felt before... but that's just because he doesn't remember shit right now. he takes his teeth out of him, licking at the mark as he starts rocking into him once again. ] I'm going to cum again. I'm not going to stop until I breed you.
[ it doesn't take him long to come after Childe does, his knot feeling like too much all at once, and the pain from the bite just enhances the feeling. He's seeing stars, unable to focus on what Childe is saying. It takes him a few moment to even register the word "breed" you, and when it does, he gives him a weak nod, followed by a moan ]
L-love ... love your knot. It always feels so good. Come on, fill me with more cum and - with your eggs. I'll lay them all on this counter for you.
...this is, it's a lot, I think it might almost be too much. I, I can't think straight. [ he's losing himself. ] Fuck, Pticka, you're too tight... [ he swears he's going to cum against without reprieve, but he's doing his best to hang on. ] Is that something I can really do? [ he had just been running along with his instincts, but now he's genuinely curious, because the idea of actually breeding him is stirring something new in him. ] And you can, you can lay them too?
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[ but he's moving into his lap with no hesitation, wrapping his arms around his neck and leaning in to start showering him in small kisses ]
Why should I tell you? I'm still - I'm still mad you forgot. Even though I love you so much ...
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Want - want to ... go home with you ... be with you ... always.
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A--always and forever. Love you - so much, my darling ...
[ he kisses him back, needy and wanting. They're out in public, not even slightly hidden as they usually are, but he's too drunk to care. ]
So beautiful. Aah ... I want - more kisses.
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You - you just have to shove it in now then. You'll give me your knot, right? I want it - I want it so bad ...
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With no prep? I don't think that's a good idea. But, yes, you can have my knot. [ he lifts scaramouche into his arms and brings him behind the bar, bending him over the counter and tugging his pants down and swiftly burying his face in between his ass, tongue poking at prodding at his hole. ]
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[ he barely has the time to register what is happening as Childe bends him over the counter, and he immediately moans as he feels his tongue prodding at his hold - the feeling already overwhelming ]
I want more... Ajax—
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I-it's been a while. I was going - to come to your room and ride you.
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B-both. I'd do both, and then you'd have no choice to — to fuck me, until I'm satisfied and — even then I won't let you go.
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Y-yes, that's right - there's no need not to fuck me — I'm your husband so — so you should — breed me as much as I want.
Come on, I want - I want your knot now!
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[ it's an answer to both questions, really — he's not thinking of the implications of what he's saying, but it's hot, so who cares. The moment Childe is pressing into him he's seeing stars, and with the pheromones still in the air, he can't think straight at all. So he pushes back toward him, desperate to be filled more ]
I can take you - I can take your — babies and — and everything you want to give me.
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I don't care if you break me. I just want you ... a--ah, look at me, fucking myself on your cock, so desperate for more. Anyone who saw me would know - that I'm your bitch ...
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L-love ... love your knot. It always feels so good. Come on, fill me with more cum and - with your eggs. I'll lay them all on this counter for you.
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