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Ever since the ashes event, Scaramouche continued to long for the excruciating feeling again. He was so pent up it hurt. It hurt worse than the actual activity itself.
Tonight Scaramouche sat in bed, fire dying out, lights dimmed and a finger up his ass.
Scaramouche leaned back in his single bed, his slim index finger squirming around up his anus nevertheless, no pleasure followed. He sat still, staring at his faux fur rug that sprawled out in front of his fireplace. There was nothing left in him. All his past sensitive scars had all healed up, there was no proof, no memories left of his beloved claymore in him.
Scaramouche suddenly woke up from his trance when he heard voices outside. Maybe not voices per se but vocal noises. There was deep panting, slurping, moans, groans and so on. These noises made Scaramouche curious. His interest was piqued. And his longing for touch grew even larger…
No shame left in him, Scaramouche cracked open him door ever so slightly. A singular violet eye peeping out the slit landed upon a slim girl being harshly held up against the wall by a familiar ginger man. His emotionless sea blue eyes stared up at the dark ceiling above. The girl was a moaning mess however it seemed the ginger couldn’t care less…
On the other side, Scaramouche cared. Oh he cared a lot. His needs were nearly being met completely. Oh to be that girl. To have his needs met like that.
Without hesitation Scaramouche reached down towards his own member. He copied the pace the couple were going at. Soon, he too became a moaning and groaning disaster. Unfortunately, Scaramouche had to stifle his cries of pleasure. Luckily, that girl was so loud he was drowned out. However, one person did hear Scaramouche’s calls, no one other than the ginger himself. The man finally glanced away from the roof and not towards the girl he was ruthlessly f*cking but the purple-haired man himself, Scaramouche. Scaramouche panicked, which only caused the ginger to smirk and strengthen his eye contact with him. Scaramouche abandoned his position at the door and fell into the corner beside it. Despite his embarrassment, he continued touching himself.
Scaramouche could still clearly hear the outside activities and he heard the male speak for the first time, “Hey, doll… let’s go into the spare room. There might be some entertainment in there…”
Scaramouche knew the last part was not meant for her but for him instead. His stomach dropped. What if she was to see him? What if the man will mock him? Well the latter was bound to happen, yet despite all the negative outcomes, Scaramouche got excited. The longing he was patiently waiting for to be cured was about to be.
Soon enough, the two burst into his room. Fortunately, he realised that the lights and fire were low enough to only see the couple and not himself in the corner.
Scaramouche noticed a change in the gingers attitude. It was as if he was putting on a show… just for him…
When the lady finally finished up, the male showed her out. Scaramouche sat there dumbfounded. What just happened? However, he was not yet finished unlike that lady.
“Alright you freak, you can come out now~”
Sheepishly, Scaramouche emerged from the corner. He was shaky both from embarrassment and his activities, “Tartaglia what the he-“ He was cut off, “Shut it and let me help… again.” Scaramouche remembered the last time Chile assisted him. “Look, your doing it all wrong!” The ginger removed his shirt then pulled Scaramouche’s trousers off. Childe bent down onto his knees, “H-hey what are you doing?!” Scaramouche half-yelled, shocked. “I told you to shut it! Don’t make this into something just, you were annoying me. Let me do it properly for you…”
With that Scaramouche did shut it. But not for long. The taller male slide his mouth over the other’s hard co*ck. Swiftly, Scaramouche slammed a hand over his lips in hope to muffle anymore lewd expressions escaping. “Oi~ I’m not doing this just for you not to enjoy it! Show me how good I am~ Let me hear you!” With the man’s confirmation, Scaramouche removed his sweaty palm and let out a harsh moan. The noise caused the other man to respond with a subtle groan onto his dick.
Scaramouche threw his head back in ecstasy. “Tar…Tartaglia I can’t… can’t hold my- mmpph~ self… nghhhh ahhhh~~”
Childe listened and quickly changed positions. Now, Scaramouche was laid back against the wall, legs spead and knees up. The ginger was on all fours continuing to suck off the small male. Scaramouche was going mad! His head was spinning and the one causing this was no other than his rival coworker!
He could never tell what was going through the lengthy male’s head but he never assumed this… But damn him, he was so f*cking good~ “Mmmph~ Tartaglia you feel so ummmph~~ good! f*ck you ahhh~” In response, Childe let out a deep, horribly attractive moan onto his co*ck leaving pleasurable vibrations to travel up the rest of Scaramouche’s body.
“Tartaglia~ s-stop!! I’m, mmmph~ I’m going to, to cum !! Ahhhhh~~” the male refused to shift his head and only pushed on deeper! Scaramouche flapped his feet on the floor in protest. But, with one final harsh suck ending with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound, Scaramouche came. He came so much. Yet, Childe held it all in his mouth.
Scaramouche stared at him in shock, “Tartaglia you didn’t, hah~ have to do tha-“ He was cut off once again but this time by the ginger gripping his jaw, forcing his lips to stay parted then let Scaramouche’s very own seed dribble into his mouth. Childe held eye contact then proceeded to clean up the excess sem*n off Scaramouche’s pink lips and swallowing it himself.
Childe calmly stood back up, throwing his shirt over his shoulder. Scaramouche hastily tried to cover himself up again, “Night whor*~”
With that, the ginger left. Once again leaving Scaramouche dumbfounded.
