[ Oh, he thinks, Shell smells really good right now.
He's never been one for floral scents, especially not ones as overpowering as this (in Snezhnaya, there was hardly warmth and light enough for things to grow, and the feeling of cold biting at your face far outweighed everything else), but there's something about it specifically that's making it hard to think. He's painfully aware of how hard he is, an unmistakable strain in the fabric of his pants, and as Shell lowers his head Childe works in tandem to push him down, until the blond's nose nestles at the fabric over his crotch.
He probably should have asked Shell what sort of experience he had in these sorts of matters. But his mouth is far too pretty not to use - a thought which he's unsure is his own or a result of the horny brought about by the pheromones - and his fingers knead and stroke through Shell's hair in appreciation before they've even begun. ]
Just like that. Beautiful.
[ Childe will be nice - he knows his pants are a nightmare to navigate on a good day - and he reaches down with his other hand to deftly unfasten and pull open his belt, followed closely after by the zipper of his pants. It almost rings too-loud in the room and, the moment he feels cold air hit his dick he lets out a sharp hiss at the stimulation. But it doesn't deter him, and he gently frames the girth of his cock before prodding it against Shell's lips. ]
i can't believe we're smutting on the tdm
He's never been one for floral scents, especially not ones as overpowering as this (in Snezhnaya, there was hardly warmth and light enough for things to grow, and the feeling of cold biting at your face far outweighed everything else), but there's something about it specifically that's making it hard to think. He's painfully aware of how hard he is, an unmistakable strain in the fabric of his pants, and as Shell lowers his head Childe works in tandem to push him down, until the blond's nose nestles at the fabric over his crotch.
He probably should have asked Shell what sort of experience he had in these sorts of matters. But his mouth is far too pretty not to use - a thought which he's unsure is his own or a result of the horny brought about by the pheromones - and his fingers knead and stroke through Shell's hair in appreciation before they've even begun. ]
Just like that. Beautiful.
[ Childe will be nice - he knows his pants are a nightmare to navigate on a good day - and he reaches down with his other hand to deftly unfasten and pull open his belt, followed closely after by the zipper of his pants. It almost rings too-loud in the room and, the moment he feels cold air hit his dick he lets out a sharp hiss at the stimulation. But it doesn't deter him, and he gently frames the girth of his cock before prodding it against Shell's lips. ]
You know what to do, right?