ā¦and youāre not going to leave me either. [ he catches his wrist and slides a thumb over to the mark, sending a jolt through Scaramouche. he then moves so he can kiss the one one his neck. ] How many times am I going to have to mark you, claim you, until you finally admit that youāre mine. [ he growls into his skin, placing a Geo riptide on his stomach. ]
[ Oh, that feels amazing. The touch to the first riptide already has him shudder, but once Childe places a kiss on the second and finally applies another one, he's already feeling like he's losing his mind. He lets out a loud moan, not caring about being quiet, and leaning into his touch ]
But — you'd discard me for a different version of myself ... even if you say you'll stay, even if I say I'm yours, you'll end up leaving me.
How do I know youāre not going to do the same thing? Iām not the only one that can disappoint. Iāve been left and abandoned once [ twice if weāre talking about everybody involved. ] and you could just pull the same stunt on me⦠[ he bites his shoulder to keep from going on. at least the childe from tsukiakariās world is dead, but the one from the god brat is still around, so heās going to have to consider what to do there. ]
[ who the fuck is haruki, ā¦oh. childe didnāt know he had adopted a new name. ] Heās a brat. [ not that thatās not appealing in some kind of way. ] But I think youāre cuter. [ palms the front of his pants. ] Your smile makes my heart flutter⦠as do all the wonderful little sounds you make when weāre together.
[ Well. He's getting more of those noises, and he rocks his hips into his touch - already hard for him, with the way each riptide is driving him insane. He loves the compliments too, so the more Childe gives them, the better he feels ]
That's - that's right, I am cuter. And all your marks are - just for me.
[ 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.
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But — you'd discard me for a different version of myself ... even if you say you'll stay, even if I say I'm yours, you'll end up leaving me.
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I'm so much sexier.
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That's - that's right, I am cuter. And all your marks are - just for me.
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[ and he's going to get handsy too, trying to take off Childe's shirt ]
Pay attention to me.
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