[ The scent pervading the air is cloying and sweet, fogging up Childe's senses enough that he doesn't think twice about the potential pain he might be inflicting on the vampire. Or perhaps he doesn't care; his relationship with Shell is built on just the right amount of violence and aggression, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't fond of the blond in some way. It's enough to keep him by his side, at any rate (for now) and enough that Childe doesn't think twice about humoring him in this sort of request.

If anything, he probably enjoys it a little.

Shell has a point. If Childe had not given him a gentle zap in the locker room, perhaps they would not have made it to this point. He can't deny that Shell is pretty and that they eventually might have tumbled together over the sheets at some time during his stay in Nippon, but it probably would be under a different set of circumstances.

Or maybe they wouldn't, but it wasn't worth thinking about now. ]

Please what? [ His voice is still a breathy hiss against his ear, but is in the common tongue now instead of his native Snezhnayan. Childe helps himself to a taste, teeth sinking into the lobe before he noses at his jaw and then over his shoulder - where he bites down, hard, into his neck. The press of teeth is like the bite of a hungry animal, like Childe is actually going to eat him alive right then and there. It's enough to leave behind an angry red imprint when he pulls away, tongue lapping at the markings with a small note of affection in the gesture. ]

I know you can beg better than that, Shell. Perhaps if you ask nicely enough I might fuck you like you deserve. [ Nevermind that he was the one who said he wasn't finished with him yet; but there's just something so pleasant in hearing the blond cry. Perhaps he really was a sadist after all. ]