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[ he’s going to die. ]

[ he might not even make it to the lobby at this rate. he’s almost certain he’s never tortured himself to this extent, and that’s excited, but he’s dying to come. ]

Caeli; K, Any Any suggestions Or just Or Or just whatever I can find and fit????

Valour 5: No
Valour 5: I want you to use the largest toy you have

[ no response,
rip childe. ]

[ a few minutes later and, ]

Caeli; k See you soon

[ he's definitely dying as well, but so far, so good. ]

Valour 5: I'm waiting
Valour 5: See you later, Tartaglia.

[ he comes down about twenty minutes later, moving slowly and trying not to look as awkward as he feels. he’s flushed, already breathing relatively unevenly, as he approaches five. ]

Sensei, I… I’m here. [ moves just a little bit quicker to get within grabbing range, a shaking hand coming to his front to yank him closely. ] Big, it’s big… [ maybe a little too big. ]

[ He'd like to act cool but of course his face goes red immediately and he can't hide the immediate flash of interest at the words, how he has to swallow hard and even then there's a pause that is just a bit too long ]

Let's — get to the car.

Do you need me to carry you?

N- No, I… I don’t think that’ll help. I’m not sure I can b- bend right now. At least, ah, n- not easily. [ takes five’s hand and sets it just above his horny tattoo, a bulge very obviously straining the skin. ]

Let’s just… let’s hurry. Car, let’s go.

[ shit that's hot as hell. He doesn't say anything, just stay there for a bit and then nods, keeping his hold on his hand so he can take him to the car. He'll even open the door for him once they're there ]

... So.

You have the ring on too, right?

Of course. If I… if I didn’t I would have already come. Just from, ah, just from inserting the damn thing.

[ that's hot!!!!!!! But he will glance at him and then start the car ]

Good.

Because it's not a short drive and you'll feel it.

[ moves to the passenger side of the car and carefully ( and awkwardly ) climbs in, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. ] For real… [ are they going off reading or something. ]

I can… I can already feel it. [ sets a hand on his stomach and takes slow, even breathes. ]

[ he's taking a moment to look at him, at the way he's bringing his hand to his stomach, at his crotch and then at his face, not wanting to miss a second of this.

And then finally he starts driving ]

I'm taking you fishing, and then we'll sleep outside. I've bought everything we need for that and camping.

Though I'm sure your mind is somewhere else now.

[ not that his isn't ]

[ he’s painfully hard, having done exactly as five had asked him, jerking himself off to the thought of him throughout the day. ]

F- fishing… [ give him a minute to think. ] I can’t fish, like, h- Hah, sensei, fuck. [ smothers his face with his hand. ] You think? Uh, yeah, I’m thinking about dick, your dick, and how I want you to fuck me.

[ If he's entirely honest he wants to fuck him here and now already as well. He's hard too, it's noticeable and he's not going to bother to hide it, but to his credit he's being good and paying attention to the road. Not that there's a risk of getting hit by other cars, but still. ]

Really.

Then tell me about it.

I want to hear you talk about what you were thinking of, what you'd like me to do to you, how long have you been waiting to cum for.

[ a broken laugh escapes him as he grabs a hold of the side of the door, a futile and frankly pathetic attempt to ground himself, because he’s definitely losing whatever control he’s got left. ]

L- last night. I went home and I… and I put on the ring and… I was already pretty hard, but I tried not to think about it, since I had company over. [ a nervous laugh. ] This morning after everybody had gone back home I jerked myself off in the shower, thought about how nice it would feel to have you pinning me to the wall and fucking me, so I started fingering myself. I touched my horny tattoo, palmed it, and now I’m so hard, sensei, so hard it hurts. Was fucking myself with a vibrating dildo before I texted you, just like you asked, and then you wanted bigger. I bought this Bad Dragon dildo, it’s so big, sensei, I can feel every subtle shift inside me. It hurts, it hurts so good. [ he shuts his eyes, palming himself through his pants. ] I want to suck your dick, sensei, I want you to fuck my mouth and come all over me. I want you to touch my tattoo and let me ride you. I… I wonder if… will you fit too, sensei.

[ Asking while he's driving was a bad idea because now all he can think of is definitely fucking him. He can picture all of that, too, so it doesn't help with keeping his focus on the road ]

Isn't that a little too greedy? Keep pushing it and you're going to break apart.

[ he knows what Childe is doing, and he desperately wants to look, but he decides to behave for now ]

I could let you suck me off. But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you come yet.

Break me, break me, sensei, [ but it’s probably good that five is thinking with his head and not his dick ( mostly ) because that would be too too much. ] Fine, that’s fine. [ it’s not. ] I haven’t come all this time, so what’s… what’s a little bit longer. [ another hoarse and broken laugh as he palms himself harder. ] Can you touch me, sensei, just a little, please, … [ shakily reaches for his hand. ] Just stroke me once or twice.

[ He wants to do more than just stroke him once or twice. But that's not part of the play and he knows Childe likes to be pushed beyond his limits, so he feels only a little bad as he moves his hand away, shaking his head.

His face is red and he's just as painfully hard, he wants to watch him touch himself, he wants to touch him and fuck him until they're both spent, but there's no point in caving in so early ]

If you can resist ten more minutes, I'll stop the car and pay attention to you properly, my cute little fox.

[ the last part is a little uncertain, because he knows he called him that before, but it feels different now that they confessed. But it also feels right to have a pet name for him ]

Can you do that for me?

[ an audible whine follows as he swipes at the air, trying desperately to snatch at his hand as he pulls it away. ] Sensei-! [ he looks like he might fall apart right then and there, but he manages to hold himself together... BARELY. ]

Only ten minutes? [ he swallows, shutting his eyes and turning somewhat from five to unzip his pants and pull his abused and discolored dick out, stroking himself as he changes his biology to give himself a canine dick just like he has in the past. is he trying to entice five to pull over right now? absolutely. is he making matters worse for himself, because the cock ring wasn't meant to fit a dick this big... absolutely x2. ]

But your little fox wants your dick right now, sensei. I don't want to have to wait anymore. I need you, sensei, I need you right now.

[ he definitely can't help but glance at him for a moment and suck a breath in, trying to keep his focus and stick to his guns. This is for Childe too, he needs to resist him.

But wow, is that difficult. He clears his throat and desperately tries to focus on the road ]

Ten minutes.

... But I didn't say you can't play with yourself while you wait.

[ childe shoves the seat back and starts frantically trying to work his pants off, but it doesn’t take long for him to grow tired of his inability to do so, so he claws at them to allow him to spread his legs as wide as space will allow. he strokes himself, his other hand pressing into his horny tattoo and stroking he obscene bulge the dildo has made. ]

I feel like I’m losing my mind, sensei, I can’t take it anymore. I’m not going to last ten more minutes.

[ He's so hot. He wants to stop the car and fuck into him right now. Childe is getting desperate and in truth, so is he.

But the more desperate he gets the more attractive he's getting, and he can't help but wonder how much he'll beg if he denies him more. Soon, but not yet. ]

I want you to remember this, and how you're feeling. That you're this hard, this desperate to be fucked, all because of me.

But you do want to please me, don't you?

Because of, of you, sensei, … [ nods, head lolling to the side as stares down five; admiring every single solitary inch of him. ] And that’s why, and… and that’s why I need you, sensei, because only you… you can make it better, …

[ his hand stills, fingers ghosting over the bulbous knot at the base of his dick as he considers the question. ] I do like making sensei happy, but it’s hard, it’s so hard to be good. [ he whimpers, truly at the end of his rope as he touches the ring. ] How much longer… has it been ten minutes?

[ While he does want to push him further, he knows Childe has issues with losing control, and he doesn't want to end up making this unpleasant.

So though he's curious to see how much longer he could get him to wait, if he could get him to beg him even more, he feels like this is enough. He glances at him and it's obvious how much he wants him, but he still calmly pulls over to stop the car.

And then, just like that, he immediately moves on top of him, rocking his hips to grind against him as he leans to kiss him instead of answering him ]

[ oh, he’s right at the cusp of begging. he’s beyond desperate and it’s really a wonder that he’s even forming coherent sentences. his mask has cracked just a little bit, but it doesn’t look close to shattering completely. ] Sensei, yes, [ he sets a hand to his back as soon as he’s climbing into his lap, rocking his own hips to meet five’s with renewed desperation. ] Fuck me fuck me fuck me, pleeeease, sensei. [ if there was more it’s muffled in this kiss, childe groaning into five’s mouth. ] Just touch me, all I need is your touch, sensei’s incredible touch. Let me come, please let me come.

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