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I was already planning on feeding you.

[He picks up a bowl and spoon, taking a scoop and nudging the spoon towards him.]

I tried one of the more exotic meets beyond poultry. Bison I believe it was. But something a little earthy with vegetables. I'm afraid I don't have a name for it.

[ takes a mouthful. ] Mm. So it's something you made just for me. [ leans in a little bit closer, ensuring they're nose to nose. ]

Inspired by you yes.

[He feeds him another bite and laughs tilting his head back.]

You can hardly eat when we are that close.

[ he takes the bite, but as soon as he's close enough he'll give emet's nose a lick. ] Just taking a taste of dessert. Don't mind me. I'm not going to spoil my appetite. [ snickers, settling back down into place. ]

You are going to reopen every single one of those wounds. That besides, you were the victor. Perhaps I should indulge you.

[Emet is determined to hand feed him most of this bowl of soup. He lost a lot of blood and he's a tad worried.]

How exciting. [ a chuckle as he eats as much as emet feeds him. he does start to feel better, because, for a minute there, he legit thought he might pass out. he’s definitely more tired than he’s letting on. ] Can you really say no to me?

I can, but not without a considerable amount of effort.

[He's pleased he eats most of it and puts the bowl aside, nudging him to lie down.]

Lie back so I can both address the wounds and indulge you.

[ childe laughs, delighted~ ] Did you eat too?

[ but he lays back, grabbing at his front to drag emet along with him. ]

I took care of them already. [ but they're a mess, a mess he's not willing to acknowledge, because he tried. ] But I'm all for the indulging.

I'm not the one about to pass out from blood loss.

[He is dragged but he props himself up on his hands to not put any extra pressure on him.]

Use that little trick of yours on yourself then. The one that makes you content and happy.

I'm not about to pass out. [ he's not *not* about to pass out... ] You want me to drug myself, pffahahaha. I only like doing it to other people, l~i~k~e~ you! [ tugs him down for a kiss, a weak burst of pheromones hitting them both. emet should be able to resist, but childe likely will have a problem. ]

[He indulges both the kiss and the pheromones a little before he pulls back, getting a nice heady mix to dull his own aching joints.]

It is a rather convenient ability.

[And even though he just showered, he will start to undress him.]

You're not wrong. I enjoy making people weak at the knees with it, or even with just my... me. [ another laugh as emet removes his briefs, which ( besides the towel ) was the only thing he was wearing. ] Should I keep doing it?

Whatever makes you feel better, my dear. Drug yourself silly if you like.

[He kisses his hip and runs his fingers over his skin, half for the feel of it and he is looking for injuries to rewrap. He got a few earlier, but this view will afford him better access to the other areas.]

[ there might be a couple more injuries peppered around him, but emet might have a bit of a hard time taking care of them, because childe is squirming around and laughing himself silly. he did let another burst of his pheromones out, so his face is now flushed and he's half hard. ]

[Then he is going to take the opportunity to tickle his sides gently.]

[ fluffs up, swatting haplessly at emet. ] Don’t! H- Hey stop!! Stop!! [ wheeze. ]

Don't make it so very tempting, and I won't.

[He laughs and does relent kissing his chest and then taking him into his hand to stroke him.]

I didn't do anything... [ he grabs for emet to try to drag him into another kiss, though he ends up gasping into it as he takes him in hand. ] It's been, It's been a while since I've gotten drunk on my own pheromones...

Now why would you deprive yourself of such a simple joy.

[He begins to work him a bit rougher but puts a bit off weight across his thighs so he can't move as much. Mostly to prevent opening his injuries.]

Because I like seeing other people succumb to it and I can't enjoy that if I'm too drunk on it to notice. [ he's not even sure if that makes a whole lot of sense, but he doesn't exactly care. his thoughts are a bit of a mess already, and the fact that emet's jerking him off isn't helping him find any sort of clarity. ]

My, enjoy this for the moment, but do be careful not to move too much. Bloodplay isn't on the menu today.

[And he leans down to take him into his mouth holding his hips roughly down to minimize moving.]

Fine, fiiiine, I'll be still, ... [ he flashes emet a cocky smirk. ] or still-ish. [ a chuckle follows, but it fractures into a moan as soon as emet's mouth is around him. ] Fuuuuuuuck. [ rocks his hips upward, one hand moving to the back of his head to hold him in place. ]

[The rocking works. He was planning on taking him as far as he could go anyway so that just helps. And so he indulges him, sucking and drinking deeply while scratching at his hips.]

[ since he's high on his own pheromones he starts losing control of how excessive he's being with them, so emet might feel a little bit more. childe hums, murmuring his name until he breaks into a moan, rocking a bit harder as he chases his orgasm. ]

[He pulls off when he's getting close holding onto the base tightly definitely heady.]

My.

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