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[ he nods ]

Salamander won, so you can ask Yuki.

Ask him what, for orders… I’m not that close with him, so I think I’m going to pass. I’ll figure something out if I get to the point that I’m begging.

No, but now you're my boyfriend, and I am close to him. That gets you some rights.

...if I start feeling like I need an order I'll let you know. [ he supposes having somebody at least one of them can trust will be helpful. ]

Mm ... too bad it isn't orders from just anyone. I would have enjoyed having you at my feet.

Just because I'm not forced to obey your orders doesn't mean I won't. [ potentially. ]

Oh? Does that mean you're willing to be my obedient little pet?

Maybe. What kind of orders would you give me, I wonder...

Mmm ...

For now I think we should get cleaned up. Then after, I can think of a few.

[ he sounds just a little disappointed, ] Alright. [ childe picks himself off the floor. ] Let's go.

What? I can take the blood, but not the goo.

[ and he will get off of him, but offer him his hand ]

[ childe takes his hand and gets to his feet. he then pulls his shirt over his head and activates his hydro vision, beginning to use snakes of water to clean himself of both the blood and the goo. he'll do what he can for the shirt too. ]

... How useful. I think that can work fine enough for me.

[ and with that, he'll move on top of him again, trying to push him down the ground ]

Heh. Did you forget how well I could manipulate hydro? [ he lets himself be shoved back onto the ground, setting a hand on scara's waist once he's settled back into his lap. ]

I forget that you can use it in such useful ways, sometimes.

[ he's immediately leaning in to kiss his neck, biting - clearly trying to mark him ]

Take off my clothes.

I think hydro is one of the most versatile, but maybe I’m just biased. [ he starts removing scara’s clothing piece by piece, tossing it beside them as he’s marked up. ] And my next order?

Kiss me.

and let me feel your nice cock against me.

[ he does just that, he kisses him, holding his hips in place as he shamelessly ruts against him. ] Do you like that, how badly do you want my dick? How much have you missed getting fucked until you’ve completely lost your mind?

[ fuck. Unsurprisingly the talk gets to him just as much as the feeling of his cock against him - and already he's grinding right back into him, his hands going to his chest, groping and touching, enjoying the feel of his body beneath him ]

Haa ... I missed you more than I missed your cock and your pretty ass. But that doesn't mean I haven't been — thinking about it.

Good. I hope I'm as memorable, if not more so, honestly, than my cock and my pretty ass. [ he snickers, digging his nails in even tighter, gripping him hard enough to causing bruising as he moves just a little bit faster. ] Tell me what you've been thinking about, and have you touched yourself to the thought of me?

[ ah, he loves that. There's a soft whimper as Childe holds him so tight, and it's obvious how much it gets to him - the strenght of it, the knowledge it will bruise ]

Yes — I've been jerking off and fucking myself on my fingers every — every day, in your room ...

... [ oh. childe knew what he was asking and he knew what to expect, but hearing it straight out of scaramouche, and then letting his thoughts wander to imagine it... it has him painfully hard. ] In my... room... [ he leans down and kisses him roughly, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. ] I can't wait to get back into the house, so I can fuck you straight through my mattress.

[ he kisses him back just as roughly - the confession was embarrassing, but childe's reaction was more than worth it. He licks his lips, tasting his own blood, and then smirks at him ]

Yeah? But before then, you better make up for your absence. Come on. Fuck me.

[ childe flips them, setting a hand on the back of scaramouche’s neck to shove him into the dirt. ] With pleasure. [ he ruts against him a few more times before tugging his pants down and shamelessly groping at his ass. ] I missed this, but I missed you too. [ another slow grind. ] How do you want it, hm? Do you want my knot?

Yes—!

[ he says that immediately, hips moving back toward him, wanting him inside him as fast as possible ]

I want your knot, I want you to fill me up with cum—

I missed it, I missed you, I want you.

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