[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. ]
…so much for finding something nice to wear. [ presses a finger to emet’s nose. ] I should have anticipated getting distracted. [ moves his hand to his cheek, cupping it. ] It was a nice distraction though.
Hah, that just means in the bath I’ll give you a back rub… to make up for all the pain it’s about to endure.
[ kisses him on the lips, proper. ] I do enjoy hearing you flatter me, but the same could be said for you. You have such a nice smile… [ his own smile grows a bit more wicked. ] and seeing you blissed out of your mind is always a pleasure.
[He does get them back home and into his huge bathroom. Thanks Bread for buying this. And he does take a moment to pin up Childe's hair as water is running hot.]
We do have a fair amount of trust for each other. Though I do have a feeling you do not open your heart so readily. As you said, you just need a certain few to be happy. But I am glad you did open it to me.
I can do that no problem. [ as soon as he's able he's going to slip out of emet's arms, so he can look at himself in the mirror, since he hadn't had a chance to get a good look. ] Everything is just so... soft. [ drags a finger between his breasts and down his stomach, lingering right above his horny tattoo. ]
Hm? [ turns to watch him, smiling. ] It's kind of funny that this is the most amount of people I've ever opened up to... but it's kind of nice. And I'm glad that we've gotten close. [ crosses the bathroom to lazily drape himself on him as he readies the bath. ]
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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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[He turns his head to kiss his palms before he carries him out. Sorry about the public transportation.]
You are lovely in any form, and I do love to see you smile.
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[ kisses him on the lips, proper. ] I do enjoy hearing you flatter me, but the same could be said for you. You have such a nice smile… [ his own smile grows a bit more wicked. ] and seeing you blissed out of your mind is always a pleasure.
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[He kisses back and then laughs.]
I, daresay, you like control as much as I do.
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Of course I like control, but forfeiting it to certain people has its appeal too.
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[He does get them back home and into his huge bathroom. Thanks Bread for buying this. And he does take a moment to pin up Childe's hair as water is running hot.]
We do have a fair amount of trust for each other. Though I do have a feeling you do not open your heart so readily. As you said, you just need a certain few to be happy. But I am glad you did open it to me.
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Hm? [ turns to watch him, smiling. ] It's kind of funny that this is the most amount of people I've ever opened up to... but it's kind of nice. And I'm glad that we've gotten close. [ crosses the bathroom to lazily drape himself on him as he readies the bath. ]