A/N: Happy bday Scaramouche 🥳
"Mmh.. please!- I can't- ahh! Can't take it anymore..!"
"Sure you can. Don't worry, I'll finish soon, then Dottore will have his turn."
"You sure he can take Dottore? He looks completely out of it haha!"
"Don't worry Signora, he'll be able to take it. His body is very resilient."
As Childe pounds mercilessly into Scaramouche, who has his mouth hanging open, moaning, while gripping the sheets of the bed trying not to pass out from the intense overstimulation, Dottore and Signora debate about who should go next. It would be either Dottore or Capitano.
It was Scaramouche's birthday and Dottore prepared him this special surprise. Scaramouche at first didn't want to participate in this at all but Childe's questionable flirting somehow convinced him. Childe was the first to fuck him since everyone except Scaramouche deemed him the "softest" one out of all of them. "If he was the softest one, then I couldn't even imagine how the others were", Scaramouche thought.
Signora and Dottore's debate was interrupted by a sudden loud moan coming from Scaramouche, who came for the 3rd time. Childe was also groaning as well from the pleasure but still kept going since he wanted to come one last time. He held Scaramouche's hand and kissed his neck as he thrust a little slower.
"Just a few more.. then I'll let you go." Childe whispered to Scaramouche. Scaramouche became more relaxed after that and squeezed Childe's hand. Childe continued kissing Scaramouche's neck and wrapped his free arm around his chest, holding him tight. As Childe felt his climax draw near, he went back to the rough and fast pace, making Scaramouche scream. He thrust one more time deep into Scaramouche and came. Childe moaned as he gripped Scaramouche's chest tighter. They sat there for a few seconds catching their breath before Childe pulled out. He let go of the other's chest and hand and Scaramouche went limp, drooling with tears running down his face and onto the drenched pillow. Childe took off his condom and threw it in the trash nearby. He then turned Scaramouche around on his back and wiped his tears.
"Are you okay?" Childe asked.
"Mmh.. mhm.."
Childe smiled and kissed Scaramouche on the cheek before getting off the bed and putting some pants on.
"Did you decide who's next?" Childe asked the others who were sitting on the couch.
"Yep, Dottore is gonna go. Honestly, I'm starting to feel kinda bad for wittle mouchie mouche!" Signora laughed as she mocked Scaramouche.
"Go to hell.. witch." Scaramouche spat back with a weak voice, who was now sitting up.
"Come now doll, don't be that way." Dottore said with his usual smug voice as he walked over to Scaramouche. He started caressing his hair which threw the other off for a moment.
"Now, I have a little surprise for you." He said with a smirk on his face which only made Scaramouche uneasy. Whenever he had a "surprise" for him, it was usually never good. Usually, it would be a new tool that would be used for experimenting on him or a load of paperwork he would give to him whenever Scaramouche pissed him off. But now, he could only wonder what it was. The only thing he knew was that it would surely result in some pain.
Scaramouche was pulled out of thought when Dottore pulled out some red rope and said "Ta-da!". Scaramouche's heart sunk, and he felt a lump in his throat as he looked at the rope.
"Don't tell me... you're gonna do what I think you're gonna do.."
"Oh come on, why so nervous? It's not like it's the first time we used rope." Dottore chuckled and began tying Scaramouche's wrists together, who just watched with wide eyes, too tired to resist. Dottore then tied up Scaramouche's legs from the knee down to his thighs, that way he couldn't escape. Scaramouche only groaned because of how uncomfortable this was and attempted to kick Dottore out of frustration.
