[ Hopefully, though there will absolutely be no complaints from Childe, given his stance on the matter of training against Shell's pheromones. Instead, as Shell's hand moves down to paw at his wrist, taking it, he pauses in his movements and lifts his head up to take in Shell's expression.

Admittedly, he's been around a few times. Even before coming to this world he'd slept with his fair share of women, quick one-offs that were just two people chasing after their own pleasure selflessly. Coming here he'd had his first experience with another man, but that was still only just a few drops in the bucket in comparison. ]

I suppose we're in the same boat, then. [ Childe hums, and hooks a finger in the hem of Shell's white shorts to tug at them casually. ]

If you don't like something I do, just tell me. Also... [ His gaze lingers on the faint discoloration of skin where he'd sunk his teeth into Shell's neck and he recalls the reaction that had garnered. ] We don't have to do this. No pressure. I hope you don't think me desperate enough I have to force myself onto someone.

[ There's the light drag of fingernails across Shell's stomach as he contemplates saying the next thing. ]

... You like a little pain with it too, don't you?