Riptide (Childe x Scaramouche)

Fuck me, pretty boy

Tunaa_very_sad -Tagged as requested
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"So are you gonna tell me what "being horny" means??"

Seeing the person who Childe saw as a senior get so flustered and angry was actually quite adorable.

This was the perfect chance to put his plan into action, classic Dottore, always having the perfect potions.

"Poor Balladeer, so innocent."

Scaramouche took a threatening step forward, Childe had to be careful now, he was treading on eggshells. Scaramouche has always been stronger in terms of power, but physically?..

"There's a lot you still have to learn about being human.."

Childe was pushed back with a threatening glare, Scara meant business.

"Why so tense Kuni~"

The triumphant smirk on Childe's face made Scara sick, he hated how much power Childe had in this moment.

"What? Surprised that I know your real name?"

Childe inched closer once again, taking pleasure in watching the almighty Balladeer's confidence falter.

"If you tell me how to get rid of this hard thing, then I'll forget about the lack of respect you're treating me with.

Childe smirked,

"Oh I can get rid of it for you, but you won't like it~"

Scaramouche's features stiffened up once more, eyebrows narrowing into their usual glare.

"What, does it hurt? You know I can handle pain."

"It doesn't hurt, quite the opposite actually..."

Scara was clearly getting tired of all the teasing, asking himself why he puts up with this stupid ginger, questioning why he didn't just kill him when he arrived here.

"Fine. I don't care, go ahead."

Childe's dull eyes lighted with a spark, if there was one thing he loved more than anything, it was a challenge.

"Just lay down Kunikuzushi~ and relax for me"

Scaramouche decided against protesting, sighing at the disrespect for his real name once again before doing as he was told.

Childe hooked 2 fingers in scaras pants and tugged them down a little.

"Bro.... you don't wear underwear..."

Scara raises an eyebrow, getting defensive again.
"Was I supposed to?"

Childe chooses to ignore him, instead getting back to what was really important here.
The look on his coworkers face was adorable. Confusion, annoyance, anticipation.

As his pants were pulled down, Scara took a moment to soak in all the new feelings he was experiencing instead of pushing them away.

His area felt weird, something he had never felt before and was probably not even made to feel.

Childe's cold hands traced his inner thigh, what was that moron doing in his pants now, digging for gold?
Childe shot a teasing look in his direction and scara gave in, laying down on the couch completely, letting Childe do what he had to.

Childes hands caressed his tip and length, circling the base and then coming back up to repeat. His motions were slow and careful, somehow finding a way to tease scara without even opening his mouth.

Childe smirked in pride as his fearsome balladeer's head tilted back, hands gripping childes bare back in small doses of pleasure.
Scaramouche was ashamed of himself, catching his thoughts drifting to unexplored places.

He was about to ask if it's okay for him to possibly leave scratches on Childes back, but then he remembered who he is, and that Childe should be the one begging to breathe the same air as the almighty Balladeer.

Sadly, his thoughts were interrupted by the slimy and wet sensation of something touching him down there, his dick must taste really good because Childe was taking it in his mouth like he'd been waiting for this moment for a long time.

With no warning, he sped up, sending tingles and electricity through Scaras body, making him involuntarily mewl at the slide of his tongue.

"You like it when I put your dick in my mouth?"

Scara couldn't say anything, as much as Childe'a usual teasing banter was annoying and pissed him off, he couldn't deny that it was turning him on in this moment.

Childe didn't need verbal confirmation to know his answer, it was clear as day.

"Dirty slut"

He muttered, enjoying the feeling of Scara not being able to respond as he sped up, occasionally using his tongue to tease even more. Watching the other come undone was worth everything. Back slowly arched, Scaras nails tangled in Childe's ginger hair, and he licked up every drop of the semen he proudly helped release.

When dottore gave him an essential oil, this isn't what he imagined the scientists plan to be, but nevertheless, he was happy with the results and as it appeared, Scaramouche was too.