[ a quirk of his lips as he shifts and shoves scaramouche down onto his bed. he leans over him, letting him continue to paw at his shirt as he starts kissing and biting his neck. ] If that's what you want... [ it's what he wants too. as fun as it is to make him come apart with his marks alone, childe does like being involved. not to mention, this just means he can mark every last inch of him. ] Try not to squirm too much. [ he sinks his fangs into his neck for a drink, groaning into the skin, his hand gliding down his front and pushing past the band of his pants, so he can start jerking him off. ] ...you're mine, and you're not going to leave me, and I'm not going to leave you.