[ leave enough clothes? walk of shame? Biting is allowed?
Oh, oh. the Eleventh Harbinger is frozen midway in his actions now before a single delicate hydro blade instantly appears in one hand for him to grip. Although it seems Childe has indeed realized something, that predatory excitement doesn't seem to diminish one bit. ]
Aha, so that's the kind of game it is! What a strange guy that Dark fellow is, but you're a prize catch any way I look at it, so I won't be too critical of his ways. If that's all, then I accept.
[ (Flamebringer actually makes a good call about not bringing up positions. It's more fun to go with the heat of the moment.)
he smiles, finally moving to use the flat of the hydroblade to gently slide under the other's chin. He isn't tall enough to be able to make the other look up at him especially when he leans in just a bit himself, but it's okay, that flirty suggestiveness that he would like full attention on him still gets across even while using the weapon instead.
If he knew this was about sex from the getgo, he would have made a more sincere attempt to come off sexually appealing during communion exchange rather than a hyper chihuahuha ready to throw down. Then again, maybe they wouldn't even be here because maybe Childe wouldn't have been in the mood for sex like he suddenly is now to even have reached out. Maybe Flamebringer would have been turned off. Who knows.
Childe should probably ask if he likes it rough or not in this case, but it seems almost useless to point bring up with words. If Flamebringer can't already tell and feel the visceral need for at the very least a rough— if not downright violent— fuck dripping off the harbinger's form, then there's no amount of speaking that's going to get it across.
He'll lean enough so that their mouths almost ghost against one another by not quite. His voice is drawn out and sensual ]
Just be aware when I bite, I don't stop until my teeth [ and he'll snap his teeth together hard enough that the 'click' can be distinctly heard as if to demonstrate his point. ] are touching.
[ the hydroblade disappears because, well, as much as he could enjoy digging it into the other and have blood everywhere, it's probably not necessary and will cause an increase in the price tag of the room for the effort to salvage the sheets. Tartaglia has sharp teeth, anyway, even though he's only human, he can draw blood just fine on his own if e wants to.
Besides, Childe doesn't change his act much when he's with men: he's going to be aggressive. Flamebringer either submits (hopefully not too easily, if so) or overpowers him, and Childe submits. He's pretty sure physically Flamebringer has more strength than he does from his build alone. So anything that happens is because he was allowed to.
Ultimately, the other has about three long seconds from Childe speaking to respond however he likes. It's his last chance to change his mind, at least in terms of leaving. If he doesn't make a move of some kind, Tartaglia will by crushing their mouths together impatiently. ]
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Oh, oh. the Eleventh Harbinger is frozen midway in his actions now before a single delicate hydro blade instantly appears in one hand for him to grip. Although it seems Childe has indeed realized something, that predatory excitement doesn't seem to diminish one bit. ]
Aha, so that's the kind of game it is! What a strange guy that Dark fellow is, but you're a prize catch any way I look at it, so I won't be too critical of his ways. If that's all, then I accept.
[ (Flamebringer actually makes a good call about not bringing up positions. It's more fun to go with the heat of the moment.)
he smiles, finally moving to use the flat of the hydroblade to gently slide under the other's chin. He isn't tall enough to be able to make the other look up at him especially when he leans in just a bit himself, but it's okay, that flirty suggestiveness that he would like full attention on him still gets across even while using the weapon instead.
If he knew this was about sex from the getgo, he would have made a more sincere attempt to come off sexually appealing during communion exchange rather than a hyper chihuahuha ready to throw down. Then again, maybe they wouldn't even be here because maybe Childe wouldn't have been in the mood for sex like he suddenly is now to even have reached out. Maybe Flamebringer would have been turned off. Who knows.
Childe should probably ask if he likes it rough or not in this case, but it seems almost useless to point bring up with words. If Flamebringer can't already tell and feel the visceral need for at the very least a rough— if not downright violent— fuck dripping off the harbinger's form, then there's no amount of speaking that's going to get it across.
He'll lean enough so that their mouths almost ghost against one another by not quite. His voice is drawn out and sensual ]
Just be aware when I bite, I don't stop until my teeth [ and he'll snap his teeth together hard enough that the 'click' can be distinctly heard as if to demonstrate his point. ] are touching.
[ the hydroblade disappears because, well, as much as he could enjoy digging it into the other and have blood everywhere, it's probably not necessary and will cause an increase in the price tag of the room for the effort to salvage the sheets. Tartaglia has sharp teeth, anyway, even though he's only human, he can draw blood just fine on his own if e wants to.
Besides, Childe doesn't change his act much when he's with men: he's going to be aggressive. Flamebringer either submits (hopefully not too easily, if so) or overpowers him, and Childe submits. He's pretty sure physically Flamebringer has more strength than he does from his build alone. So anything that happens is because he was allowed to.
Ultimately, the other has about three long seconds from Childe speaking to respond however he likes. It's his last chance to change his mind, at least in terms of leaving. If he doesn't make a move of some kind, Tartaglia will by crushing their mouths together impatiently. ]