[ The shiver feels good under his hands, he decides, and he notes that down for the very near future. As Shell works to pull the clothing off, Childe assists, doing his best not to tear into him but still pulling the fabric off of him in short, jerking movements. Once it's peeled off the Harbinger tosses it to some far corner of the room blindly and reaches for the next bit like he's just casually working his way through an all-you-can-eat buffet.

His palm flattens over the tent in his shorts, cupping it, squeezing the fabric around him and feeling out the shape of him. ]

You're already like this from a few kisses, huh? [ Childe's voice is a low hum against Shell's neck, and there's the sharp nip of teeth as he squeezes down, almost painfully so.

Perhaps if Shell hadn't reacted that way, he would be more gentle. But Childe has always been one that would prefer to fight over fuck, and it should come as no surprise that the violence would bleed through a little in all aspects of his life. Maybe not as obvious in some as it is others, but it's there all the same. ]

You smell - really good. It looks like you needed this more than I thought.