Your beautiful, by the way. In every form you take.
[He kisses the inside of one thigh before lapping up any mess there before cleaning him. Though considering he's applying friction to his delicate parts and being rather deliberate in making it feel good, well, he's probably just making more mess for himself.]
[ childe opens his mouth, but shuts it no more than a second later, huffing through his nose as the blush on his face darkens and spreads. ] ...thank you. [ it comes out soft, almost mumbled, as he sets his newly freed hand on emet's head. ] I enjoy all of the different forms you have taken too, and I hope to see more of them in our dreams someti- ahhn. [ moves his arm and, instead, uses her palm to mostly shield his own face as he moans, rocking into emet. ] ...y- you're... you're purposely making me... making me... [ celestia, this is embarrassing. ] making me wet again. [ so much for cleaning up. ]
I am. Iamiamiamiam. [ chanted under his breath as his hips twitch and shudder, threatening to close around emet’s head. ] Have you ever taken a potion, this potion… [ grabs a handful of his hair, though not too tightly, and tugs his head back. ] I want another kiss… and for you to fuck me.
[ as soon as he adds a few more fingers he cries out, spreading his legs wider in a futile effort to accommodate more of what emet’s doing. ] A lot, it’s… it’s a lot. [ the stretch hurts so good, the subtle pain inevitably fading and leaving him to fuck himself on emet’s fingers. ]
I want to see. I bet you look so good. [ kisses him roughly, the taste of himself nearly sending him over the edge. ] What, what are you looking for… just… Hades, please.
[He kisses him again, pinching a nipple as he curls his fingers insides him before pulling his hand out. Fingers which he is then feeding to him because he did notice the reaction with the kiss.]
I never tried to hide it. I enjoy the mix of pain and pleasure, and the turn where it all comes full circle. It’s mind blow- mmf. [ melts into the kiss, cupping emet’s cheek and trying to drag him into another kiss… but a moan interrupts, nipple hardening and standing on end once emet is through playing with it. ]
[ he chokes on whatever he was able to following you with, opening wide for emet’s fingers. he takes his wrist and holds it there, sucking on each digit and then meticulously licking it clean. ] Zolatka, [ drags his other hand down his chest. ] I want you to break me.
[He watches him soak up each digit, blush growing deeper with each suction. He rubs his thumb over his bottom lip. He doesn't respond immediately with words, but he does unzip his pants and line himself up.]
With pleasure.
[And he pushes into him to the hilt before setting up a fast pace.]
[ he expels a sharp breath, like emet punched the hair out of him, his brain scrambling to adjust to being filled so suddenly. he moves trembling legs around his waist, helping emet to fuck him. his breath swiftly becomes ragged and uneven, chest bouncing with each and every thrust. ]
Yes yes yes yes. [ it’s probably the only coherent word he can manage right now, hand groping for emet’s neck so he can yank him into a fierce kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. ]
[He kisses him back just as rough and bruising. One hand stays at his hip to help rock into him as hard as he can. And he was very, very turned on by his squirming earlier. Not much more prep needed from him as his breathe is coming out harsh now that he's surrounded.]
You want to be filled to the brim, correct. My, beautiful, ah-- so beautiful, Tartaglia.
[And even with the pace, he lets his free hand wander across his nipples and down to his clit stroking it just as firmly.]
I... I do. [ murmured against his mouth following the kiss. he shuts his eyes, making a soft mewling as he touches his chest briefly. ] Fuck. [ why. why is everything so celestia damned sensitive. he feels like he's losing his fucken mind at the faintest of touches... though emet's rough pace certainly isn't helping him think any clearer. ] Ah h- hah, I'm going to... to come if you keep that up... [ not that that's a problem, but he doesn't want this ending prematurely. it feels too good. ]
If you think I'm stopping at once, you are sorely mistaken.
[He keeps one hand at his chest, thumbing over the sensitive nubs as he continue to drive into him. Hard. Rough. Probably will leave a bit of bruising where he is holding onto his hip. But his warmth is ever enticing around him, and he truly can't get enough of him.]
...good, don't stop, keep... keep it up... [ childe chants an encouraging mantra as he tries to keep himself teetering on the edge long enough for emet to join him, but the touches to his chest make him melt, so inevitably he comes with a cry. childe digs his heels into the small of emet's back in an attempt to hold him deep inside of him while he tightens around him and rides out his own climax in shockwave after shockwave. ]
[He is going to take delight in watching each expression, the way he moves, the way he looks. At least until he joins him in climax that is. Childe is fetching and it is hard not to be taken by him.
But he won't overstimulate him at least yet. Instead, after gathering his wits, he reaches up a hand and brushes back his bangs looking at him fondly.]
My Tempest.
[It took him a while, but he finally found something suitable.]
[ his brain is still it a bit fried from having come so hard, so he doesn't realize that emet's giving him the nickname he asked for. his eyes remain shut for another couple of moments, chest heaving with each and every breath, but eventually he looks up at him and cracks a lopsided smile. ] T- Tempest, huh, ...I like it. [ it's accurate and endearing. ] Definitely suits somebody like me. [ he'd laugh, but he's still relatively breathless. ]
…s’fine, [ still a bit breathless, but he smiles all the same, about to add something to that until he just moans. he shudders, twisting beneath emet as if trying to make him touch the damn tattoo. the edging is killing him! but his mind is swiftly boggled as soon as he starts playing with his chest again. ] Y- You’re enjoying this, this… [ another lewd moan. ] waytoomuch!
… [ he thinks for half a second, ] G- Guilty. [ emet manages to muffle the moan that follows his assault of the tattoo, his hips jerking as he desperately tries to feed his growing desire. ] I’m going to repay you in… in kind for this, Zolatka, I hope you’ll be ready.
I do look forward to it, and hope to be thoroughly exhausted and pleased for your efforts.
[He drifts down his body again paying attention to his chest, but he know has another idea. What if he bites and sucks on the tattoo directly? Does that make him squirm?]
Have I ever disappointed, … [ cue cocky af smirk. ] I don’t think so. [ his obnoxious expression doesn’t stick around for long, instead twisting into that of sheer, unbridled pleasure, because doing anything more than just touching the tattoo is enough to completely short circuit his brain. he grabs a hold of emet’s head with trembling hands, nails digging into his scalp, because he can’t decide if he wants to shove him off or hold him close. the prolonged contact and bite to the skin inevitably just sends him sailing over the edge of ecstasy, so he’ll be shaking with another orgasm. ]
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[He will give him his other arm back.]
Your beautiful, by the way. In every form you take.
[He kisses the inside of one thigh before lapping up any mess there before cleaning him. Though considering he's applying friction to his delicate parts and being rather deliberate in making it feel good, well, he's probably just making more mess for himself.]
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[He slicks in two fingers as his tongue swirls his clit.]
Go on. Just enjoy yourself.
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I have played with this in dreams, but not a potion. Not that I would be adverse to it.
[He kisses him letting him taste himself, and he is quite hard but Childe probably can't see it from this angle.]
Now where is it...
[Scraping and stretching his fingers along his walls. The shuddering only turning him on more.]
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I want to see. I bet you look so good. [ kisses him roughly, the taste of himself nearly sending him over the edge. ] What, what are you looking for… just… Hades, please.
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[He kisses him again, pinching a nipple as he curls his fingers insides him before pulling his hand out. Fingers which he is then feeding to him because he did notice the reaction with the kiss.]
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[ he chokes on whatever he was able to following you with, opening wide for emet’s fingers. he takes his wrist and holds it there, sucking on each digit and then meticulously licking it clean. ] Zolatka, [ drags his other hand down his chest. ] I want you to break me.
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[He watches him soak up each digit, blush growing deeper with each suction. He rubs his thumb over his bottom lip. He doesn't respond immediately with words, but he does unzip his pants and line himself up.]
With pleasure.
[And he pushes into him to the hilt before setting up a fast pace.]
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Yes yes yes yes. [ it’s probably the only coherent word he can manage right now, hand groping for emet’s neck so he can yank him into a fierce kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. ]
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You want to be filled to the brim, correct. My, beautiful, ah-- so beautiful, Tartaglia.
[And even with the pace, he lets his free hand wander across his nipples and down to his clit stroking it just as firmly.]
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[He keeps one hand at his chest, thumbing over the sensitive nubs as he continue to drive into him. Hard. Rough. Probably will leave a bit of bruising where he is holding onto his hip. But his warmth is ever enticing around him, and he truly can't get enough of him.]
If you don't come soon --- well, I ... will.
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But he won't overstimulate him at least yet. Instead, after gathering his wits, he reaches up a hand and brushes back his bangs looking at him fondly.]
My Tempest.
[It took him a while, but he finally found something suitable.]
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Apologies for the wait. But I did want it to be special.
[And he’s not giving him a break as his fingers skirt the edge of his tattoo as he cups and fondles his breasts again.]
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[And he does oblige him by scraping one hand down his tattoo as he fondles him. Kissing him, too, roughly for good measure.]
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I do look forward to it, and hope to be thoroughly exhausted and pleased for your efforts.
[He drifts down his body again paying attention to his chest, but he know has another idea. What if he bites and sucks on the tattoo directly? Does that make him squirm?]
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Beautiful.
But we should clean this up.
[And by 'we', he means himself as he drapes his coat over him as he looks around for something appropriate.]
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Then let your eyes drift. I will carry you back.
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