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“you’ve gotten weak.” scaramouche sneered, pinning childe down with a foot on his chest. the other harbinger just smiled, wiping the blood from his chin a before wrapping a bloody hand around scaramouche’s clean ankle. childe felt embarrassed like this, losing to his elder and showing how weak he is compared to him, but god did it also turn him on. the power scaramouche holds, the strength his frail body holds was nothing but impressive and sexy. childe caressed his calf as he moved his hand up the leg and stopping when he felt the shorts graze his hand.
scaramouche just watched him with a blank stare and fuck childe doesn’t know how to feel—annoyed with how bored he looks but so horny with the the thought of being nothing but another play thing, a different kind of doll.
the elder just laughed before digging his foot into the ginger’s chest, making him wheeze. “fucking pathetic. you’re getting off to this? having your superior step on you?” but he wasn’t upset. if scaramouche wanted out of this he would’ve left (much to childe’s dismay), but he hasn’t stopped and is letting childe have his fun. this isn’t their first time, after all. scaramouche knew most of their duels ended with one of them getting railed.
scaramouche smiled before moving his foot lower, pressing lightly on his tummy before stopping over his crotch. “let’s have some fun, shall we?” his foot trailed down before stopping right at his crotch. scaramouche watched as the gears in childe’s head stopped. now this was new for them. childe felt breathless and they haven’t even done much, but the way scaramouche’s foot began to gently rub and push at his cock made his head feel foggy.
his mouth felt dry as scaramouche increased the pressure, stepping on his like he was nothing more than a lowly bug. the pleasure making his pant, unconsciously bucking his hips and grinding into scara’s foot. childe felt so embarrassed—humping his coworkers foot like a bitch in heat in the middle of his domain no less. the empty room allowing for his whimpers and moans to echo and make his skin flush. he felt close, a little more pressure and he would probably stain his pants, but the pressure was suddenly gone.
his whine turned into a sob when he saw the bored expression on scaramouche’s face. scaramouche kicked his shoes off before doing the same to childe, forcing him to lay on his stomach.
scaramouche lifted childe’s hips and peeled his pants down to his thighs, smiling when childe shivered and helped fully remove them and leaving him breathless as how childe already looks like he had been preparing for this.
“aw was someone excited?” scaramouche trailed his finger up childe’s taint and stopping at his hole, giving it a firm press before moving closer to give it a small lick. childe groaned at the sudden warmth but welcomed it by pushing back. scaramouche pried his cheeks apart and spit directly on his enternece before shoving his tongue inside. it wasn’t enough, fuck he was craving more. he wants scaramouche to completely ruin him, to be rough and make it hurt.
childe was wet. his ass was spread around scaramouche’s tongue, spit and lube rolling down his thigh while his cock was leaking all over the floor. such a messy boy. scaramouche was rather impressed at how well childe was able to open himself up without help. his rim was puffy and a beautiful shade of red scara could only compare to a budding rose, opening up for the world to see—
scaramouche groaned between his legs and double his efforts in drawing moan after moan from the man below.
because childe wasn’t just some rose, childe was his, and he’d rather die than to let another soul see the ginger all splayed out and needy and begging for more, more, more. he may not say it openly, but scaramouche love cute things, and nothing is cuter than hearing childe lose himself from nothing but a tongue.
“kunii—“
childe’s voice breaks when scaramouche adds two fingers alongside his tongue. it’s wet. it’s so wet and childe feels his ears tint at the squelching noise coming from behind him. it’s all too much but he wants more.
“please, please, scara i—“
he’s shaking now. scaramouche prods and pulls at his insides with ease, knowing where to press to make childe feel closer to his climax. by the time he’s worked 3 fingers and a tongue, childe’s desperately pushing back, chasing his first release of the night, but despite how pretty he looks like this scaramouche has other plans.
leaving his fingers, he pulls back and gives a chaste kiss to the left cheek before shoving his fingers as deep as he can, drilling into childe’s prostate and forcing the air out of lungs as his chest collapses to the floor.
“scar—oh fuck— scara, please,” he begs, not being able to think properly. it hurts so good; the stimulation to his prostate becoming more unbearable as he feels the knot in his belly rapidly loosen. childe paws blindly behind him until he’s grasping at soft locks. scaramouche kisses the abused rim, circling his tongue around it and thanking the archons above for the delicious cries and pleas filling his ears.
“you’re so good, ajax,” the compliment falls on deaf ears. childe was trembling, dangerously close to his peak and wailed when he felt another hand caress his dick.
“please, please, please—“ he begged without any thought of what he was asking for. it was getting harder to think straight.
“you can cum,” scara purred. childe had been such a good boy after all, and scaramouche is nice enough to reward his beautiful boy. he sunk lower, sweetly lapping around his ballsack and sucking at them. hearing his moans grow louder and more lewd scaramouche felt his own heat dripping between his legs. fuck childe really knew how to turn him on just by breathing at this point. childe choked on his words as he felt the tension snap, releasing a small amount of cum onto the floor, gasping as euphoria coursed through his veins.
scaramouche worked him through the orgasm, slowing his pace down to a halt before pulling his fingers out.
“good boy, ajax.”