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[Childe will get to taste the blood on his lips with a little laugh. Somehow he shouldn't be surprised at that.]

By adoring you, Tartaglia, and giving you a boost every now and again. Not that you need my help, but I would offer it freely.

[And as delightful as having Tartaglia ride him is, he's not ready for another round, but that doesn't mean he can't service him other ways as he presses a finger into his hole and wraps his mouth around the tip of his cock.]

[ seeing emet with his blood smeared on his lips is hot, ok, and he wants in on it. ] I know... [ he's still not used to being showered in so much attention. ] I want to return it every now and again though, so I hope you'll le- ahhhn. [ ducks his head and bites his lip, stifling the groan that spills out just a little bit. ]

H- Hades! you... you don't need to. We can stop. I can be good... [ ish. ] Bath, we can bathe... [ huffs, face burning a bright red as he subconsciously rocks into his mouth. ]

Oh, you do. Do not worry about that.

[As for the rest of the reply it is cut off as he does not stop, taking him far down into his throat as he adds in more fingers. He's being indulgent, but also going a little fast. Childe seems to enjoy being overwhelmed after all.]

[ he does! and it doesn't take much longer for him to reach another orgasm - a sharp cry tapering into a groan spilling out as he trembles beneath emet. brings an arm over his eyes and huffs a laugh, mumbling something in snezhnayan as he sets his other hand atop emet's head to comb his fingers through his hair. ] ...are you trying to tire me out?

[He drinks it in, remaining with his lips around him pushing the edge of overstimulation before popping off with a wet sound.]

Of course I am. How else am I going to have a soft and flexible lump to cuddle with after?

[ huffs a broken laugh. ] You could have just asked. [ and he might have been able to curb his horny long enough to let emet cuddle him. ] But I'll concede to your efforts. You can have your malleable lump.

[He leans up to kiss him chastely on the lips hand running down his chest.]

I do believe you will make for an excellent pillow, if I do say so myself. But are you satisfied enough?

I am going to have to agree, now come here. [ loops an arm around him, draping his tail over his back as he kisses the crown of his head. ] And yes I’m sufficiently satisfied.

[He does tuck under his chin, curling around him, closing his eyes and basking in his warmth. He's quiet for a bit.]

Are you with others when you travel for work?

Not usually other Harbingers, but I do almost always have a number of other Fatui with me. But there have been assignments where I’ve been alone. [ gently strokes his back as they talk. ]

Do you enjoy the travel? I imagine you are one to get homesick from time to time.

It happens, sure, but I regularly write letters back home, sending gifts and things to my family. And they of course write back, so it doesn’t happen too often. I have a big family like sensei, and I’m the middle child, with three older and three younger siblings.

[He hums eyes still closed as he stays flopped on top of him.]

Besides personal growth, is that why you fight? To watch over them.

It is and it isn't. My reasons are purely selfish, if I'm being honest, but a result of getting stronger means I can continue to protect them from afar. And my status as a Harbinger means they don't have to worry about Mora. But I changed when I fell into the Abyss, and the person I came out as was not one my family was equipped to deal with. [ namely his father... ] But I do love them, and I know they love me. [ mostly. ]

Well, I think you are lovely not matter what form you take.

[Brushing his fingers against his heart.]

But your heart does sing for battle. Most would not understand. But you have what matters most between you.

Most don't care to understand. I can't blame them... [ shrugs, setting his hand atop emet's. ] But there are only a few people's opinions who I truly care about. [ leans over to kiss him. ] And yours has swiftly become one of them.

You couldn't resist my charms for too long. [He's boasting.] And truthfully, it works out better this way.

I could say the same for you. [ nips at his lip. ] But, yes, …I agree. And I do enjoy spending time with you.

I see I didn't tire you enough.

[He tilts his head to kiss him properly.]

Dream with me then. Of a starlight sky in the water.

I didn't plan on starting things up again. Not to worry your tired old self.

[ shuts his eyes. ] Oh? Trying to cater to us both?

A little bit of both. But I also always have enjoyed the sound of the ocean, of waves. So I think it suits us both.

Will you be able to fall asleep?

Eventually. I am kind of tired. [ he does at least make an attempt, shutting his eyes and listening to the steady beating of emet's hard, which does inevitably lull him to sleep. ]

[He carries around sleep potions, but it doesn't seem like he needs to use them.

And once he's asleep, he scoops Childe from whatever dream he has and drops him here. No land in sight, but he can stand or sit or swim in the water at what ever level he so desires at any given moment.

Emet, for his part, is sitting in the water nearly waist deep, leaning back and looking up.]

Edited 2021-11-15 00:19 (UTC)

[ he is a little confused to start... but as soon as he sees emet he'll wander over and take a seat in his lap, which means the water is probably up to his own chest. ] What are you looking at? ...the stars?

[He wraps his arms around his waist.]

And the souls. Would you like to see it?

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