But you know what, the more she pulls stuff like this, the more entertaining it is for Childe, so. If he can't have a good time with a no-holds-barred battle royale, then he can find challenges in other things, drawing danger lines just for the sake of seeing how far across them he can get. And besides, if he's going to be here, doing what's expected of him, then he's going to fully commit to it.
She's welcome to do what she likes--he'll gently direct her hands away from his Vision and his Harbinger mask, both of which will get placed carefully on the bedside table. The chopsticks that he STILL HAS IN HIS POCKET are also coming out and getting set over there, god. Other than those things, though, go wild, Prim. In the meantime, he's happy to kiss her back, nipping at her lower lip.]
[ Avert your eyes, Zhongli, I'm about to mess with your childe bride--
Which is to say Primrose follows his guidance, pausing to make sure he doesn't have any other precious mementos that he needs to lovingly place elsewhere before she continues.
But then she's back to kissing him, nipping right back, and only pausing to murmur while her hands make quick work of his clothes-- ]
Typically this is done on your front. I'll be sure to avoid the spot you asked me to, but if you would prefer it on your back, you need only ask.
[His valuable mementos that are USELESS HERE thanks Avatars. GOD. Shoulda brought a bow.
But he'll run his hands over the skin she leaves exposed as he returns her kisses, rising to meet every hint of roughness she offers, no matter how small. His fingers are cool when they're bared from his gloves, but not startlingly cold, and his touch is sure and steady as he brushes his hands over her back and waist. He leaves her clothes alone, for now; not that he doesn't want them gone, but he's in her care, here, and following her guidance. He can be obedient, if only when it suits him.]
Front is fine. [Wrath warned him this would hurt, but honestly, he has his doubts. His pain tolerance is very high, after everything his body has been through, and he's a little overconfident. But he can't help himself--nothing in this place is giving him the sort of test he'd so craved when he came here, so he'll take his challenges where he can get them.] I'll tell you if that changes.
[But it won't, because after they've started he'll be too stubborn to back down. STUPID.]
[ He's clearly done this before-- not that she'd doubted it, but it's always a bit of relief to have it confirmed that she's not contending with an actual virgin.
Then again, she thinks, most virgins weren't willing to try something like this right off the bat. And understandably so. Honestly, this tells her more about the kind of person Childe is than anything. ]
All right. [ She murmurs this in a low tone, tilting her head once she's effectively stripped him. ] Then, could you...?
[ The top garment clasps closed at the back, so she'll take the help when she can get it. ]
[She's right about that--this certainly isn't why he was assigned to Lust, but he's no stranger to another's body, and perfectly comfortable in his own. There's no shame or shyness in his movements as he draws a line of kisses across her cheek and over to beneath her ear, nipping lightly before he pulls back.]
Of course. [He kisses her one more time before he steps away, pausing for a moment to pick up his clothes and lay them over on the sofa. A tidy boy.
That done, he steps around behind her, brushing her hair lightly over her shoulders. He ducks his head down to kiss the base of her neck, deft fingers working to undo the clasps of her top so he can help her ease it off.]
[ What a tidy boy, she's honestly kind of impressed. But as Childe works to undo her top, Primrose ducks her head to let her entire ponytail drape over her shoulder and down her front. She's completely unmarked back here (for now), and she stays still until she feels the fabric loosen, letting it slide down her arms until she can also add it to the sofa.
She's hardly shy, so there's none of that maidenly crossing her arms over her chest or anything like that, that would be silly. ]
[Yes Prim please be impressed by the tidiness, and not the broken chair in the corner.
(The legs are tucked under the bed like a modern might do with a baseball bat to fight off intruders, two on each side. She'll probably notice them as he guides her over there tbh, they're not meant to be well-hidden.)
It'll take a minute to get that far, though--she's proven she doesn't mind a little bite, so that's exactly what she's getting. He doesn't move immediately from behind her, instead sparing a moment to press kisses over her shoulders before he returns to suck a mark at base of her neck, scraping his teeth lightly over her spine.
That done, he steps around in front of her, dipping down to kiss her and move over towards the bed. True to his word, Wrath's candles are there, presumably including?? Matches or a lighter??? I have no idea actually. Maybe they're magical self-lighting candles we just don't know. It's fine.]
[ ... You know, she can't even be surprised by random chair legs under beds now. She does shudder when he works at leaving some manner of mark-- quite possibly because the neck is a sensitive spot, though she won't confirm or deny that if asked.
But to the bed they go, and Primrose blinks slowly at the matches, before gathering the candles up. One candle at a time is probably the way to go, so she sets the others aside for now and reaches with her free hand to cup Childe's cheek for another kiss. ]
Lay on your back. If I deem that you're in too much pain to continue, I will stop.
[Honestly he doesn't know that he's an M yet so she's valid.
He bites lightly at her lower lip as he pulls back, and smiles.]
It probably won't be an issue. [Given the amount of scars he has, it's probably clear why he's saying as much. Haha.] But I'll trust your judgment.
[As he turns to climb onto the bed, she'll be able to see the myriad of fresh marks left on his back, nape, thighs--someone had fun with him earlier, apparently. Let it never be said that Childe does not work hard. But he'll do as she asks and settle on his bed, watching her with sharp, dark eyes. He looks pretty relaxed given that he's never done this before? Wow.]
You're rather colorful on one side already, I see.
[ She can't resist commenting on it, even as she finally lights the candle. It's going to take some time for the wax to start dripping, so she settles on the edge of the bed, clutching it carefully. ]
He doesn't want to risk her burning herself, so he's careful and slow as he reaches out, resting a hand on her leg. It's mostly just for the sake of touching, as they wait.]
I'd hardly call it "intimacy", though. It was nothing so sweet as that.
[He keeps his gaze on her face as she moves, rather than looking at the candle. She didn't flinch, and he's fairly convinced that his own pain tolerance is higher than hers, given what he's been through in life.
So it catches him off-guard, when the wax hits his skin and his body jerks on pure instinct at the shock of it. A soft hiss slips out without permission, and his hand twitches, but he doesn't grab the sheets just yet. The wax cools rapidly, and that is an entirely different sensation from what he'd expected.
Ah... hm. That's. That's very different than fighting Pyro users, isn't it.
...
...Welp, no turning back now. He breathes in through his nose, then nods again.]
[ Primrose doesn't say anything when he jerks up, tenses-- he handles it better than she had anticipated, but it also seems to have caught him off-guard.
Still, he nods, and she nods in return, pausing only briefly to dip her head down to kiss him. Not exactly reassurance, because she doubts he needs it, but he looks like someone who enjoys contact.
The candle tips again, a bit of a teasing, meandering trail further down his body, if one could equate "pouring hot wax" to "teasing". ]
[The kiss is appreciated, yes--he isn't the type to need distraction, but it helps ease his body out of an instinctive urge to shift into survival mode. His other hand moves back to rest on her leg, with the tiniest scrape of nails.
He's a little more prepared, this time; he makes sure to steady his breathing, though he still jerks a little as the wax falls on him, fingers flexing on her leg as she proceeds. What he's really not anticipating is the slow accumulation of sensation--he's generally in control of his own body, but his breathing grows a little shallower as she moves onward. His skin isn't as sensitive as many others', but he's still not used to such a concentrated assault, and certainly not under pleasurable circumstances. It's far out of his wheelhouse.
Wrath is going to lose their shit on Saturday, if they're present. God.]
[ Thank god Wrath won't be there but is probably losing their shit anyway.
A little scrape of nails isn't going to hurt her, but she appreciates the care. He's still tense, but less so, from the looks of it. But all the same, Primrose keeps the dripping wax consistent, despite varying the times she'll tilt the candle and how much wax she'll allow to pool. She also leans over to gently puff out a breath over the cooling wax. ]
How does it feel, Tartaglia? Much as I'd like to learn that answer from your body, you're rather subtle.
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But you know what, the more she pulls stuff like this, the more entertaining it is for Childe, so. If he can't have a good time with a no-holds-barred battle royale, then he can find challenges in other things, drawing danger lines just for the sake of seeing how far across them he can get. And besides, if he's going to be here, doing what's expected of him, then he's going to fully commit to it.
She's welcome to do what she likes--he'll gently direct her hands away from his Vision and his Harbinger mask, both of which will get placed carefully on the bedside table. The chopsticks that he STILL HAS IN HIS POCKET are also coming out and getting set over there, god. Other than those things, though, go wild, Prim. In the meantime, he's happy to kiss her back, nipping at her lower lip.]
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Which is to say Primrose follows his guidance, pausing to make sure he doesn't have any other precious mementos that he needs to lovingly place elsewhere before she continues.
But then she's back to kissing him, nipping right back, and only pausing to murmur while her hands make quick work of his clothes-- ]
Typically this is done on your front. I'll be sure to avoid the spot you asked me to, but if you would prefer it on your back, you need only ask.
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But he'll run his hands over the skin she leaves exposed as he returns her kisses, rising to meet every hint of roughness she offers, no matter how small. His fingers are cool when they're bared from his gloves, but not startlingly cold, and his touch is sure and steady as he brushes his hands over her back and waist. He leaves her clothes alone, for now; not that he doesn't want them gone, but he's in her care, here, and following her guidance. He can be obedient, if only when it suits him.]
Front is fine. [Wrath warned him this would hurt, but honestly, he has his doubts. His pain tolerance is very high, after everything his body has been through, and he's a little overconfident. But he can't help himself--nothing in this place is giving him the sort of test he'd so craved when he came here, so he'll take his challenges where he can get them.] I'll tell you if that changes.
[But it won't, because after they've started he'll be too stubborn to back down. STUPID.]
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Then again, she thinks, most virgins weren't willing to try something like this right off the bat. And understandably so. Honestly, this tells her more about the kind of person Childe is than anything. ]
All right. [ She murmurs this in a low tone, tilting her head once she's effectively stripped him. ] Then, could you...?
[ The top garment clasps closed at the back, so she'll take the help when she can get it. ]
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Of course. [He kisses her one more time before he steps away, pausing for a moment to pick up his clothes and lay them over on the sofa. A tidy boy.
That done, he steps around behind her, brushing her hair lightly over her shoulders. He ducks his head down to kiss the base of her neck, deft fingers working to undo the clasps of her top so he can help her ease it off.]
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She's hardly shy, so there's none of that maidenly crossing her arms over her chest or anything like that, that would be silly. ]
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(The legs are tucked under the bed like a modern might do with a baseball bat to fight off intruders, two on each side. She'll probably notice them as he guides her over there tbh, they're not meant to be well-hidden.)
It'll take a minute to get that far, though--she's proven she doesn't mind a little bite, so that's exactly what she's getting. He doesn't move immediately from behind her, instead sparing a moment to press kisses over her shoulders before he returns to suck a mark at base of her neck, scraping his teeth lightly over her spine.
That done, he steps around in front of her, dipping down to kiss her and move over towards the bed. True to his word, Wrath's candles are there, presumably including?? Matches or a lighter??? I have no idea actually. Maybe they're magical self-lighting candles we just don't know. It's fine.]
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But to the bed they go, and Primrose blinks slowly at the matches, before gathering the candles up. One candle at a time is probably the way to go, so she sets the others aside for now and reaches with her free hand to cup Childe's cheek for another kiss. ]
Lay on your back. If I deem that you're in too much pain to continue, I will stop.
[ She doesn't know he's an M yet. ]
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He bites lightly at her lower lip as he pulls back, and smiles.]
It probably won't be an issue. [Given the amount of scars he has, it's probably clear why he's saying as much. Haha.] But I'll trust your judgment.
[As he turns to climb onto the bed, she'll be able to see the myriad of fresh marks left on his back, nape, thighs--someone had fun with him earlier, apparently. Let it never be said that Childe does not work hard. But he'll do as she asks and settle on his bed, watching her with sharp, dark eyes. He looks pretty relaxed given that he's never done this before? Wow.]
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[ She can't resist commenting on it, even as she finally lights the candle. It's going to take some time for the wax to start dripping, so she settles on the edge of the bed, clutching it carefully. ]
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[Did he just bang because he was bored since he couldn't fight??? Yeah that's exactly what happened.]
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[ SHE... can't be surprised. ]
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[There are TOO MANY battle fools in this game.]
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He doesn't want to risk her burning herself, so he's careful and slow as he reaches out, resting a hand on her leg. It's mostly just for the sake of touching, as they wait.]
I'd hardly call it "intimacy", though. It was nothing so sweet as that.
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[ She glances down at him, then uses her free hand to lightly touch the back of his. ]
And what would you call this?
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Mastering a new skill.
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Then let's begin.
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[He lifts his hand on reflex, as if to stop her, but he stops before he can actually grab her.
The humor fades from his face into something more focused, eyes a little darker as he lowers his hand to the bed. He nods.]
I'm ready.
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[ She glances at the wax on her wrist, nods to herself, and then tips the candle to slowly drizzle wax onto his chest first.
She's got a steady hand and her gaze is just as firm, studying him for any sign of actual agony. ]
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So it catches him off-guard, when the wax hits his skin and his body jerks on pure instinct at the shock of it. A soft hiss slips out without permission, and his hand twitches, but he doesn't grab the sheets just yet. The wax cools rapidly, and that is an entirely different sensation from what he'd expected.
Ah... hm. That's. That's very different than fighting Pyro users, isn't it.
...
...Welp, no turning back now. He breathes in through his nose, then nods again.]
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Still, he nods, and she nods in return, pausing only briefly to dip her head down to kiss him. Not exactly reassurance, because she doubts he needs it, but he looks like someone who enjoys contact.
The candle tips again, a bit of a teasing, meandering trail further down his body, if one could equate "pouring hot wax" to "teasing". ]
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He's a little more prepared, this time; he makes sure to steady his breathing, though he still jerks a little as the wax falls on him, fingers flexing on her leg as she proceeds. What he's really not anticipating is the slow accumulation of sensation--he's generally in control of his own body, but his breathing grows a little shallower as she moves onward. His skin isn't as sensitive as many others', but he's still not used to such a concentrated assault, and certainly not under pleasurable circumstances. It's far out of his wheelhouse.
Wrath is going to lose their shit on Saturday, if they're present. God.]
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A little scrape of nails isn't going to hurt her, but she appreciates the care. He's still tense, but less so, from the looks of it. But all the same, Primrose keeps the dripping wax consistent, despite varying the times she'll tilt the candle and how much wax she'll allow to pool. She also leans over to gently puff out a breath over the cooling wax. ]
How does it feel, Tartaglia? Much as I'd like to learn that answer from your body, you're rather subtle.
[ In. This regard??? ]