you hide your face with your disguise // 'cause someone filled your head with lies

[monoceroscaeli]

[It had been a few days since the hunt for the Great Mujina Youkai had come to an end, having to say goodbye to the kids and to Yoimiya too. The ship that was to take him back to Snezhnaya would be arriving a bit later in the day, and Childe sighs as he sits back in his chair in the tent he's occupying in one such hidden Fatui camp. He had a great time in Inazuma. The country was beautiful, rich with a new culture to learn and all sorts of places to explore and fight new and more exciting enemies. All his things were in order- the gifts that he'd bought to bring back to his family, Teucer's Onikabuto in a little bug box with some food to keep it alive during the trip back- all he'd have to do is wait for the ship and he'd be on his way.

He tells himself that he'd return to the country one day, once tensions between the Fatui and the Shogunate calm down. It was a miracle that he was able to stay as long as he has, evading the Tenryou Commission. He has some people to thank for that, and he won't forget what they did for him while he's been here. Some gifts would be in order for them upon his return.

The Harbinger idly plays with a writing utensil between his fingers. He'd like to bring something from Snezhnaya for Yoimiya, too.

There's a sharp rap at his door, and Childe sighs. He doesn't really want to deal with work right now, perfectly happy reminiscing on the time he's spent in Inazuma before he leaves, but answers with a bored tone to his voice:]

Come in.

[An agent enters, bowing and standing at attention.]

Sir, we've captured a Tenryou Commission spy that was found sneaking around. We've taken her into custody and are awaiting your orders on how to deal with her.

[Childe's eyebrow raises. It should have been hard to find this camp, even by the Shuumatsuban. Somehow, doubt creeps into his mind, but stands from his chair.]

Alright, I'll deal with it myself. At least I can have one last bit of fun before I depart.

[The agent only bows once more, to lead Childe towards the prisoner. He knows better than to argue with the Harbinger, but feels sorry for the spy. The two cross the camp to another tent, the agent stopping him right before lifting the flap for his senior commander.]

She claims to be from the fireworks shop, but we've seen Tenryou soldiers stop frequently at it.

[Before he can answer, the flap is lifted to reveal a certain girl that he'd met not but a few days ago...]

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i have no appropriate icons for this lol ;;

[monoceroscaeli]

[The light teasing gets him to blush too, chuckling quietly as he reaches up to take her hand right as she stops poking his cheek. Of course he's cute, he knows he is, she's right to notice that about him, he thinks as his ego can't even stop the reddening of his face.

Though it comes as a surprise to him when she suddenly averts her own gaze, involuntarily tilting his head to the side so he could follow her eyes, finding himself unable to tear himself away from them. She's been almost unwavering in her confidence, and to see her face flush like this is intriguing. Before he realizes what he's doing, his hand leaves hers and cups her cheek, gently pulling her back to him, so he can gaze back down into her eyes with a gentleness that he's never shown anyone else.

Tartaglia doesn't say a word, letting silence fill the moment, before his head tilts just so to press downward, capturing her lips with his own as his eyes close.

His kiss is soft, but not without confidence, sweetly caressing her own while slowly deepening it. She tastes like freshly picked berries on his tongue, bold, sweet, and bright just like the fireworks she puts so much effort into making special for every person. And he greedily drinks her in, his other arm pulling her body into his own, as if their separation might bring about his end right here and now.

It's not until he remembers that he has to breathe will he separate, eyes heavily lidded as he looks back at Yoimiya, jaw slacked.]

it's ok i don't either WHEEZES

[niwabi]

[ the kiss catches her by surprise. at first, her eyes widen from shock but it's not long until she closes them, melting into his touch. a warmth envelops around her as yoimiya's body sinks into his, placing her palms against the crevices of his shoulders. she's just as greedy as he is, wishing that this moment would last for eternity. her heart skips a beat as her lips respond in turn, wanting to indulge his desires by returning the deepening kiss with fervor.

once they break away from one another, her face is flushed with a bright red hue. amidst her soft panting, she lets out a deep breath, both from needing air and the sensation of her heart pounding inside of her chest. ]

That was...

[ yoimiya sounds breathless as she murmurs against his mouth, her lips just barely brushing with his own. ]

fantastic. Absolutely wonderful.

[ do you wanna go grab a bite to eat? she almost asks. the words are on the tip of her tongue but can't quite seem to leave her mouth. her own half-lidded eyes flutter through her lashes as she gazes into his piercing blue orbs. the longer she stares at him, the deeper her mind becomes clouded with thoughts of nothing but tartaglia. the desire of wanting to spend more time alone with him is slowly overtaking anything else.

her fingers curl into his shoulders as she closes the tiny distance between them, bringing their lips to meet once again. any lingering thoughts about getting food had disappeared. kissing him feels so heavenly, she's much more hungry for the taste of his lips. ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[It's almost maddening how she keeps her lips so close to his, silently agreeing with her. It was fantastic, feeling a little dizzy by how she'd returned the building intensity of their kiss, her eyes mesmerizing him and ensnaring his attention- this is where he wants to be, and in the heat of the moment he can't imagine doing anything else but being intimate with her. The sensation of his chest buzzing with want for her doesn't die down, and Yoimiya has ensured his fate when her fingers curl into his shoulders and she captures him once again in a heated, passionate kiss.

There's no resistance on his end, small murmurs of satisfaction and need bubbling up from his throat. Every sweep of his lips against hers is equally tender and sensual, yet also containing a growing morsel of desire that starts to brew in the pit of his stomach. Tartaglia's arm around her moves so his hand grips into her hip, fingers kneading into it as the other hand slides from her cheek and into her hair.

A haze seems to overtake his mind, pushing any other thoughts out of his mind and replacing it with Yoimiya, his manners the only thing keeping his hands from wandering too far from their current positions.]

Yoimiya, [he moans, pressing in for another open-mouthed kiss before releasing again,] can I...?

[The hand on her hip shifts lower, wanting to grab more of her, to help satiate this feeling that is starting to envelop him. Just one touch, he swears that's all he needs...]

[niwabi]

[ the sounds of his moans is like music to her ears, sending a wave of pleasure down her spine. she shudders at his touch, bucking her hips to allow him better access. tartaglia's got her completely ensnared, his charisma alone is so intoxicating to the point where she can't help but crave more. she's yearning for him to touch her anywhere he pleases. there's not an ounce of hesitation as she wraps her arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as she eagerly kisses him in full. ]

... Yes. [ a tiny mewl escapes from her lips as she leaves a trail of kisses along the edges of his jawline, before stopping at the corner of his mouth. ] You can do whatever you want.

[ the looming possibility of a poor festival goer walking in on them is the only issue that's preventing her from drowning deeper into the pits of desire. the idea of seeing how far they can go without getting caught is tempting, extremely exciting even. just the thought of it enraptures a deep-seeded want within her, a burning sensation slowly developing between her thighs. however, the rational part of her brain is telling her to keep things under control, further escalation is a slippery slope that could lead them down the path of no return.

but... yoimiya can't deny that she is weak for him. if it's one touch he wants, she's more than happy to comply. ]

The only thing I ask is that we try to be a bit, ah—! [ the feeling of his lowering hand causes her to let out a soft whine, a clear sign that she's just as needy as he is. please touch her, please... ] m-mindful of the festival guests...

[monoceroscaeli]

[You can do whatever you want.

Yoimiya really was going to be the end of him. A heavy sigh escapes from him as she kisses down his jawline, feeling his trousers tighten as his thoughts jump to the endless possibilities of what that could mean, what they could do. He personally wouldn't mind taking this a few steps farther, as his hand cups and grips hungrily into her ass, but he'll grant her request. It wouldn't do if someone caught them and made it awkward. His time is limited, and Tartaglia is more interested in making every moment count.]

I suppose, if I must... [He muses, pressing a brief kiss to her lips before continuing on.]

But when we're done with the festival here, I'd like to move somewhere more...private, if you don't mind.

[And even if he doesn't have the time, he'll make the time. Those bright eyes of hers is something he wants to keep in his sights for a little while longer, captured by her confidence and beauty. And she's competent in a fight- he wonders if she'll spar with him a little too, before he departs.

He brings his hand idly up to play with the sarashi around her chest, his finger sliding down inside of it from the top, hooking into the top part playfully.]

I don't think it would be appreciated by any of the guests if I unwrap you now, [he says with a wink, letting his fingers brush over her breast lightly, leaving only the faintest trace linger there. He can tell how needy she is, and he is too. But it's more fun to tease and get her excited for later when they can really let loose.]

So let's enjoy the rest of the festival for the time being, shall we? We can take care of other matters immediately afterwards.

[niwabi]

[ she lets out a sharp gasp the moment she feels his hand squeezing her bottom. it's tempting, so very tempting to tell him to take her right then and there. she wants him so badly to the point where her mind is consumed with thoughts of him.

but she's so very glad that he heeds to her request. ]

Ah, I don't mind at all. If anything, I'm looking forward to it...

[ thank goodness tartaglia has enough resilience to descalate the situation. although there's no denying that she would love nothing more than for their intimacy to continue, she's relieved that it's come to a momentary pause. because had it gone far enough, yoimiya's fairly certain that she wouldn't have the willpower to stop, the yearning for more pleasure only continuing to fester until it's too late. ]

I was actually thinking about asking if you wanted to grab a bite to eat. [ before she got sidetracked by making out with him, oops. ] It's been a long day, so I'm sure the two of us could use some food.

[ likewise, she too exhales a deep sigh before hopping off the rock to stand back up on her feet. before heading back, she takes a quick moment to adjust her kimono top, since it'd be in their best interests to make herself appear somewhat more presentable instead of making it all the more obvious she just walked out of a intense liplock session. as she's double checking the sarashi wrapped around her chest, thoughts of his fingertips ghosting over her breasts start to swirl around in her mind. she squeezes her thighs together, thinking about how nice it would be if he actually did unwrap the sarashi top.

man... it's almost embarrassing how deep tartaglia has her in hook, line and sinker. she knows it's going to be hard to focus on the festival while excitedly thinking about what they'll be doing afterwards. doing her best to shake those deprave thoughts out of her head, she glances over at him. her red, swollen lips are pressed together in a soft smile as she offers her hand out to him. ]

Murakami's food stall is not too far away. I even brought sake for us to enjoy as well.

[monoceroscaeli]

[Remaining sitting on the rock, he watches her pop back up, smile wide, excited for the rest of their night together. He could tell she would have let him take her right here on the beach side, and while that's tempting to him, it really wouldn't do. Her comfort and privacy matter to him, and the only reason he'd put himself in a position to get caught would be on purpose to make someone mad and start a fight- maybe that can happen another time. He hopes she'll forgive him to beating someone senseless...

However, right now he's enjoying watching her have to adjust herself, admiring her with a lovestruck look on his face. He's committing her image to memory, taking note of every one of her tattoos, how she wears her kimono, how her hair is tied up along with her hair accessories. Tartaglia's mind wanders to what she'll look like without those clothes, face reddening a little when she glances over to him, getting a good look at her lips and wanting so much to make them swell even more than they already are.

Taking her hand, he stands, but doesn't move to go right away.]

Sake is certainly going to make the night a little more interesting, haha. But Yoimiya, before we go...

[He sighs, casting a look downwards. Not at the ground, but...]

...I might need a moment before I can present myself. You've given me a little problem that I can't deal with right now, and it's going to be a minute or so before it...well...

[Settles down. His pants are not hiding himself well at the moment.]

[niwabi]

[ ... oh. that certainly is a problem.

she glances down at his pants, eyes growing wide at the sight of what's greeting her. at first, she's momentarily stunned but it doesn't take long for her to start chuckling. she really did not expect that to happen. ]

Sorry, sorry! I'm not really laughing at you. [ well okay, she actually kind of is. sorry tartaglia.... ] Here I thought you had nerves of steel to have that amount of restraint. You really are a riot, Tartaglia.

[ once she's over her giggling fit, she finally manages to somewhat compose herself. she's trying to just focus on his face but every so often, she finds herself shifting her gaze downwards. thinkng about it more causes the heat to rise to her face. although she's trying not to bring too much attention, it's really hard (ha) to not take notice. ]

I guess I am technically the one to blame for getting you into this mess... [ there's definitely a guilty expression forming on her face as she circles both of her thumbs together. she gulps, swallowing down her nerves. ] Would you... um, like my assistance in taking care of that problem?

[monoceroscaeli]

Aw, c'mon...

[His hand goes up behind his head while she giggles at him, sighing again at his own predicament. He can't help it, she really turned him on and now she's poking fun at him for it...he guesses he can see the humor, but at his expense! At least he's got enough blood to run both brains at the same time right now, right?

Though Yoimiya threatens that careful balance, noticing her downward gaze and how her face gets red...]

Y-Yoimiya...haha, you uh...

[He was just going to ride it out for five more minutes or so, thinking that would be enough time for him to fight it down. Maybe think of how much he hates the idea of having to deal with the Harbingers upon his return to Snezhnaya, or maybe being bothered by an agent...

But what she is suggesting is...

Tartaglia's demeanor completely changes, taking on a level of shyness that he would not normally hold. But then, he doesn't really have girls offering to service him either, not to his face at least.]

You don't have to do that, I'm sure I'll be fine soon enough...

[But now that she's given him the idea, he can't help but entertain it. He doesn't know how she'd do it, be it her mouth or her hands, or something else. Childe's face flushes a deep red as he imagines it, Yoimiya on her knees in front of him, Yoimiya stroking him...]

...but I wouldn't say no, if you're insisting...

[This girl, he's not going to survive, is he...]

[niwabi]

[ awww he's shy. it's an unexpected side to him but it's very endearing. she sends a reassuring smile his way, letting him know that she's more than happy to do this.

sliding her glove off, she quickly tosses it to the ground alongside her backpack. rolling her shoulders, she exhales an elated sigh as she moves closer to tartaglia. the look in her eyes makes her come across as if she were a challenger attempting to take him on in a spar. she leans her warm body against his, pressing her breasts against his chest and giving him a quick, chaste kiss on the lips. if this were a duel, she certainly feels as though she has the upperhand at the moment. ]

I don't mind at all. It's only fair that I take some responsibility for causing... that. [ once again, she's giggling. sorry! this will be the last time she stops laughing at his problem, she swears. ]

Mm... it should be fine if I use my mouth and hands. [ she whispers into his mouth, deliberately giving him vivid images of what she plans to do in hopes of further intoxicating his mind. ] I don't think we'll get noticed.

[ but honesty, that does add a bit of layer to excitement to this situation. in her own degenerate way, she views this as a challenge. how long will he last? or will he immediately fold under the pressure of not wanting to get caught? she's very much looking forward to seeing his reactions play out.

as she closes the gap between them, her fingertips gently trace along the front of his pants. even through his clothes, she can feel the fullness of his erection. he really is hard. thinking about that causes her to let out a hitched breath, she can't deny that she's pleased with the sight, seeing him turned on so much just from touching and kissing. if he gets this hard now, she's excited to see how he'll react upon taking this much more further. her digits continue to move along his covered length, going upwards until she stops at his belt, the spot where his hydro vision sits nice and pretty at. yoimiya's hands are quick to work, fiddling the straps of his belt. ]

Ahaha, please bear with me. This is the first time I've ever done something like this before.

[ despite appearing to be confident, she also can't help but feel a little shy. as she unhooks the confines of his belt, she swallows hard, cheeks coloring into a deep scarlet hue. ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[That look in her eyes, he can tell that this is more than just her taking responsibility. He can see it, the flicker of competitiveness and assurance that she's one step ahead of him, those giggles at his predicament, that she'll be the one to lead him down the path to madness and he'll follow her faithfully. The spark that ignites inside of Tartaglia spreads excitement through him as she presses herself against him, breathing promises of delight of how she'd satisfy him succeeds in driving his mind downward towards images of her keeping those promises. His eyes close as his breath hitches in anticipation, slowly losing all sense of his surroundings as he focuses on the touch to his bulge, her lips silencing anything else that may come to his own.

If he had any sense left in him, he'd come to realize how easily she's seduced him into doing what she wants, and he's all too happy to let her impose her will upon his own.

Heat trails behind where her fingers touch him, taking the opportunity to breathe when she apologizes; Tartaglia only lets out a lustful sigh, looking downwards at himself before casting his gaze back to her. The tug of a smile plays at the corners of his mouth, knowing that she must be a little embarrassed herself, being so forward and yet still a little shy and inexperienced about it all.]

You're doing great. Here.

[He reaches down to guide her hand towards the zipper of his pants, so she can undo him to finally reach the boxer briefs he wears underneath. Childe administers another full-mouthed kiss to her, pressing confidently to convey his own trust and confidence in herself as well, wanting her to feel comfortable.]

Don't worry about my garter. It shouldn't get in your way.

[He begins to run a trail of kisses down her neck, showing his appreciation for her, before he inevitably loses control of himself once she begins her work on him.]

[niwabi]

[ despite all of her teasing and competitive nature, she never intends to stray away from her ultimate goal, that being to bring him happiness. the compliment sends a pleasurable chill down her spine, overjoyed to hear his praise. the truth is, she's just as down bad as he is. if he were to ask of anything, she would have zero hesitation in fulfulling his request. every lustful sound he makes, every little hitch of his own breath is the perfect tick to descend her mind into the sea of desire.

yoimiya is already well aware that she's in too deep. tartaglia has long since overtaken her thoughts and all she's focused on pleasing him to the fullest. ]

Tartaglia... [ she sensually moans out his name, loving the sensation of his lips against her throat. ] I'm glad. If I can satisfy you, I'll be really happy.

[ thanks to his guidance, she's able to carefully unzip the front of his pants, pushing them down just slightly enough to reveal more of his bulge. her warm barely grazes his stomach, sliding underneath the elastic of his boxer briefs. just from her fingertips, she could feel the warmth of his heat as she brushes against him before fully wrapping her hand around him. her other hand is hard at work tugging down his undergarments, her fingers hooked along the waistline of his boxer briefs. in smooth rhythmn, she's able to slide his garments down, enough to finally free his throbbing cock. ]

Mm... [ one touch is enough to make her groan, her body quivering at the sheer size of him. ] you're pretty big.

[ she had an inkling about his size judging from the absurdly obvious hardon prodding through his pants but seeing it in person is a different story. feeling the fullness of his girth quenches her arousal like no other.

with her palm curled around him, she begins at a slow pace, pumping her fingertips against his shaft. ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[His name on her lips like that makes him smile against the crook of her neck, relishing how delicious it sounds to hear her moan it. Electricity sparks through him as his pants are undone, her hand sliding downward, slipping into his undergarments. The warmth of her hand wrapping around him by itself is already sending him down a well of desire, anticipation rising within him.

Pulling his head back, he grins as she manages to free him, enjoying her reaction to him. He's not unaware of his own size, and he can't wait to pleasure her in return with it, and in other ways, too. He has no doubt that she'll be able to satisfy him.]

I hope that won't be an issue.

[Cocky as always, his eyes meet hers, a dangerous challenge given who's hand is around who's shaft here. Though his arrogant attitude gets cut off the minute she starts to stroke him, his jaw slacking and his eyes fluttering shut, a quiet moan being drawn out. A hand comes up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing and massaging it as desire takes over, pleasure racing through his system and arcing through his spine.

All he can see is her against the darkness of his eyelids, and it's all he wants to see.]

Ha...Yoimiya, that feels great.

[Tartaglia moans again, a little louder this time, an affirmation that what she's doing is making him feel wonderful.]

[niwabi]

[ maybe next time she should chill out on the literal egostroking... ]

If it can't fit, then I guess we're both out of luck.

[ she jokes, letting out a stifled laugh. egotisical and cocky as always, but it's no secret that she finds his confidence to be extremely attractive. it's the way he knows he'll achieve many accomplishments throughout his life is what captivates her towards him.

she lets out a sharp gasp the moment he grabs her breast. even through the sarashi wrap, she could feel the hunger in his squeeze. she moans, enjoying the massages and even leaning into his touch. as a reward, she picks up the pace, stroking him faster while her thumb circles around his tip. ]

I'm really happy to hear that. But, if my hand feels this good... can you imagine how it'd be like to be inside of me? Ah... [ through her heavy breaths, she glances over at him, eyes half-lidded but filled with intense yearning. ] I bet you're really, reaaally looking forward to all the things we'll do after the festival.

[ although she's saying that as a way to tease him, she's actually voicing her own deep desires. the thought of them going somewhere more private to satisfy their needs has not left her mind. ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[It really does feel good, his forehead leaning downward to meet her own as more little gasps and moans flow out of him as she quickens her rhythm. His mind has difficulty focusing on what she's saying, his hand groping with more and more lust as her finger plays with his tip. It's almost unfair how much he's unable to straighten his thoughts to even respond to her yet, attempting to steady his breathing.]

Yoimiya...ahhhh...

[He opens his eyes for a moment to gaze back into hers, his lenses glazed over with the pleasure that continues to ripple through him.]

You're doing this on purpose, aren't you. Getting me all riled up for later...haha, you rascal...mmmmmmmm...

[Another involuntary moan escapes from him, letting his mind imagine exactly what Yoimiya's placing in it. He wishes that moment was now, putting her on the bed, or against a wall, or wherever he sees it in the moment. He lowers his head down to her ear, to whisper in it-]

Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while afterwards. I can tell how much you'd like me inside you, too...

[niwabi]

Hehe, guilty as charged.

[ she has no qualms in admitting she was exactly doing just that, all the while said with a big bright smile on her face. there's not an ounce of shame within this girl. ]

Oh? You sure do talk big, I hope you're able to back that up. [ she grins between her hitched breathing. but she knows, she's more than certain he's going to completely and totally satsify her. ] I really cannot wait to see what you're like when you get completely riled up and let loose.

[ but he's absolutely right. she wants him so badly it's driving her mad with lust. the mental image of him taking her over and over again plays like a reel in her head.

feeling proud that she was successfully able to burn the imagination of fucking her mind to his mind, she figures he deserves to be rewarded with the next best thing. his moans sound so good, she wants to hear even more of his maddening descent into desire. after giving him one last quick stroke, yoimiya drops down onto her knees. with her fingers still curled around his cock, she guides him towards her mouth and starts off slow, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft. she stops once she reaches the tip, pressing her red lips against it, just enough for him to feel her wet warmth but not enough to fully take him into her mouth.

her golden eyes are locked onto him, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. teasing him is starting to become one of her favorite hobbies now... ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[There's something about that shameless admission on her part that gets him to grin. A part of him realizes now that he's just gotten into something far deeper than he could of ever imagined, and that's exciting and fun to think about. Tartaglia is used to getting into trouble, it's practically his middle name- but Yoimiya is going to be a whole new source of it, he's certain. What happens when a vortex of discord meets a whirlwind of chaos, he's not sure, but he's here to find out and he can't think of a better outcome.]

In time, in time.

[And as if to confirm all of his thoughts, the girls drops down to her knees and teases him just so with her tongue, his eyes widening with shock and pleasure at how it sends shivers through him. A ragged breath chokes off anything else he had to say, looking downward to lock his eyes with her own.

Look at that smug smirk. He can't believe how he's completely at her mercy, his jaw slackened once more with wide, expectant eyes. Childe wants her to envelop him so badly, silently begging for her to put him completely in her mouth and suck him off until he screams. More, his mind chants, running a hand through her hair to ask for her to continue, unable to keep a look of desperation off of his face.

Please put it in your mouth, Yoi, he'd be appreciative...]

[niwabi]

[ the desperation in his eyes is perfect. even though she's the one on her knees, yoimiya knows that she's the one in control. the look in his eyes is obvious, she can tell he wants to be in her mouth so badly.

as if she could hear his internal pleas, she parts her lips and slowly starts to take him in. she continues to flicker her gaze at him, licking the tip of his head as she opens her mouth.

but then all of a suddenly she stops. the smirk on her face looking even more devilish than before. ]

Y'know, I can't help but wonder... how long is Mr. Fearsome Fatui Harbinger going to last?

[ is that a challenge? HECK YEAH— sort of. she's mainly taunting as a way to get a rise of him. at this point, yoimiya feels like she has a pretty good idea of what to say in order to further fuel tartaglia's battle hungry side.

finally, she decides to give him that satisfaction that he craves for, wrapping her swollen red lips around him. as she lowers herself, she could feel his heat seering her tongue, his musky scent ticking her own arousal. somehow, he feels extra bigger in her mouth, thinking about it causes her to let out lustful muffled moan against him, savoring his taste. once yoimiya has him fully in her mouth, she begins to bob her head. with every stroke, she makes sure he gets a good feel of her tongue, slowly dragging it across his length as she moves up and down. ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[Every tiny inch that makes it in at first is like electricity surging through him, and Tartaglia can't help but stare downwards at her as he watches himself slowly disappear into her mouth, even if it hasn't wrapped around him yet. Her tongue is the biggest tease of all, licking the sensitive skin there, preparing his body and mind for what he's expecting to happen next. But it's all shortlived, as she looks up at him with eyes that he wears himself all too often.

Oh.

A challenge.]

A bold statement, I'd like to see you back that up with your- ohh.

[His words are instantly cut off by her lips, his length slowly but surely slipping inside of her mouth, finding himself gasping for a moment to catch his breath. Her moan makes him dizzy, the bobbing of her head clouding his mind. Tartaglia begins to shudder under her ministrations, Yoimiya's tongue sending him down avenues of lust that he hadn't even known existed.

The hand in her hair grips her scalp lightly, still aware of his own strength and unwilling to hurt her in any way as she pleases him, but he has to grab onto something as waves of ecstasy ripple through him from head to toe.]

Archons, Yoimiya, I thought you said you've never done this before...

[His moans increase in volume every time her tongue wraps around and drags across him, her name on his lips. And though he is beginning to drown under her tongue, he's still managing not to finish. She thinks he's going to go down easy, and he's going to prove her wrong.]

...but I'm not even close yet.

[There's the hint of arrogance in that statement, as if he were challenging her to force him to cum against his own will.]

[niwabi]

[ this is exactly why being around tartaglia is so exciting. there's not a lot of people that can keep up with her adventerous pace but he's one of the few who's more than capable of doing so and then some, managing to go above and beyond her own expectations. she didn't expect any less from his response to her challenge, yoimiya knew that he would readily accept it and make things even more interesting. this has her even more thrilled about her future with tartaglia, there's never going to be a dull moment with him around, she couldn't wait to be a part of all the fun and potential trouble he'll get her into.

while the sounds she makes are supressed, she continues to raggedly moan around him. tartaglia's own groans are delicious to hear, she's beyond happy knowing that she's pleasing him in ways no one else has ever before. that she's the one causing him to feel this good.

even as she's sucking him off, yoimiya never breaks eye contact with him. she can't really speak right now (it's kind of hard HA to talk with a dick in your mouth) but the mischievous sparkle in her eyes says it all.

bring it on.

the thinly veiled arrogance in his voice only serves to fuel her motivation. the sudden invigoration causes her to quicken her stride, bobbing her head at a much more intense pace. every so often, her tongue swirls around his tip, only to go back to wrapping around him when she dives back down for more. it's as if she's taking the time to taste every inch of him. she brings her slender hand back around his shaft, pumping it in rhythm with her mouth. she has no intentions of stopping and the only time she momentarily pauses is when she takes him deeper into her mouth.

he sure is a tough opponent but there's no way she's going to let him get away with that statement. she's bound and determined to get him to cum for her, even if she has to pull out all the stops. ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[The glint in her eye catches him, and he's beyond satisfied at how she's taken his taunting to heart and now is going to make this more than just a simple pleasure. Somehow, somehow, he manages to shoot her a smug grin before one more pass of her tongue wipes it right off his face. His head rolls in bliss as her moans continue to scramble his thoughts.

That's the last time he's able to think straight. When it's all over, he'll realize how lucky he'd gotten arriving here in Inazuma and meeting a girl that's just like him. Her circumstances are far different from his own, but that same spark for adventure and trouble seem to lie within both of them, and it's a recipe for disaster that he's looking forward to. They'll have so much fun causing a stir wherever they go, and he can't wait.

Her determination shines through when she picks her pace up, tongue making deliberate strokes across him that elicit cries from him that bubble up from out of nowhere- one such cry is a little louder than he would of liked if he didn't want to draw any attention to what they were doing, but Tartaglia finds himself passing a point of no return far faster than he thought. His legs begin to weaken from underneath him, and to top it off she starts using her hands to cover where her mouth doesn't- and Childe lets out a keen when he feels himself sink deeper into her mouth.

It's almost as if she's trying to get him to buck into her, but he refuses to- that would be helping her, and he can't do that, not after challenging him like this.]

Yoimiya...nghhaaaah...

[He wants to talk, but she's pushed him too far. All he can manage is needy and terrible moans, one hand having to cover his own mouth from crying out too loudly again while the other cups behind her head. Her name gets chanted between them, the only thing he's capable of saying anymore. No matter how hard he fights it, he's on the edge- and he's not going to last much longer.]

[niwabi]

[ she has to give it to him, tartaglia's stamina is incredible. while most guys would have given in by now, childe is on a whole new level of vigor and determination. if they keep going like this, she wouldn't be too startled if she ends up sucking him off all night long.

at the very least, he's close. his desperate moans, his needy cries for her name and the way he's throbbing inside her mouth, she can sense that he's about ready to hit his breaking point. at this rate, there's no way he's going to last much longer and naturally, she's more than willing to help him finish. thinking about the expression on his face when he orgasms makes her heart pound, she knows he's not going to disappoint.

in order to push him to the brink, she changes her tactics up a bit. slowing down her pace a tad and instead going for a much more long, slightly drawn-out sucking, all the while keeping her lips tight around his length. listening to his loud groans as she brings him deeper into her mouth causes her to internally grin, oh so that's what he likes. she's always eager to please and happily does so, opting to take as much of him into her mouth as she can. his size makes it a bit difficult but just like tartaglia, she too loves a challenge. he certainly knows her well, she's doing anything she can in order to bait him into slamming his hips into her.

she allows him to sink deeper, taking him as far back into her mouth as she's capable of. a wave of pleasure washes over her as she keeps him there for a few seconds, moaning as she's savoring his essence. at this rate, she's fairly certain she's going to get addicted to giving him head in the future. she can't get over how good and full he feels between her lips.

but of course, she's not going to simply end it there. that's not how yoimiya operates. he's not the only one with bountless amounts of energy. she goes back to bobbing her head, alternating between fast and long, deliberate strokes, sliding her tongue alongside his base to the very tip. from her own terrible sounds she's making, it's clear as day that she's enjoying this just as much as he is.

while her free hand keeps a steady hold on his leg, her other hand that's been occupied by his cock continues it's work, firmly stroking his stiffness in order to further push him to his end. she flutters her lashes, never once breaking her gaze away from his own. her honey doe-eyed expression is a tell-tale sign of what she desires:

come for her, tartaglia... ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[Now he understands why his own ever-changing fighting style frustrates his opponents. Yoimiya has changed her own strategy, as he sinks down further into her mouth, to draw out more responses from him. His eyes lock with the golden hue of her own, that last flutter of her lashes is too much for him to bear along with the pull of one long deliberate strokes- he blinks slowly, the ocean blue taking on a glassy shimmer of the complete lust he's given into. She's won, and he no longer cares for winning any so-called challenge now.

Tartaglia's body shudders again, every drag and stroke eliciting louder cries from him as he begins to chant her name, hypnotized by how incredible he feels under the effects of her tongue wrapping around him and how her lips keep him anchored to her. The sensation of want building in his core pushes away any thoughts and pleasure drowns him as wave after wave surges through, his body no longer his own. Yoimiya is driving his body to feel what she wants it to feel and he can no longer do anything to stop it, having finally seized control from him after his well fought battle to keep it.

And to hear how much she enjoys it too is maddening enough, eyes rolling backward as the pressure that's built inside him is about to explode. His hand joins the one already on the back of her head, bucking his hips slowly forward to sink all the way into her mouth and out again, his mind lost to her ministrations and finally succumbing to her will.

With one final cry, his length shudders and spills into her, his sweet Yoimiya who's worked so incredibly hard to please him. It feels incredible to finally release himself, gazing downward into her eyes with satisfaction.

All the while, there's a voice not too far off in the distance, having heard Tartaglia's cries as they walk down the beach, looking for the source of the voice they've heard:]

Hello? Is everything okay?

[niwabi]

[ the moment he started moving his hips is when yoimiya knew that victory is in her hands. it was not without resistance he certainly did a good job not giving into his primal urges until the very end. it truly was a well fought battle. but if it's any consolation, she doesn't even think about winning and is instead, consumed by her own body shuddering in pleasure. the way he slowly bucks his hips all the way into her mouth and out again clouds her mind into a lust induced haze, she's more than happy to take in every inch of him. although it's exactly what she wanted, there's no denying that she too has lost her own will to tartaglia.

his orgasm had been well worth the wait. with her lips still wrapped around him, she makes sure to take in every bit of his release, not pulling away until he's completely done. she's moaning in pure delight as she feels him pulsating in her mouth, enjoying the taste of his essence as it pours into her mouth.

while being the winner of their challenge is a treat, more importantly, yoimiya is much more elated about satisfiying her dear tartaglia. seeing him totally satisfied and happy is what matters most and in her mind, the best reward she could ever ask for. she flickers her own gaze upwards, her eyes filled with nothing but love for the man she fell for.

but then that spell unfortunately gets broken with the harsh reality of a passerby's voice, causing yoimiya's eyes to grow ten times wide. ]

Tfar—

[ oh. yeah. she still has his dick her mouth. give her like a quick second to pull herself away from him. ]

T-Tartaglia, we should probably leave like now.

[ to make matters worse, yoimiya is pretty sure that the voice belongs to takami. while she likes the lady and has an immense amount of appreciation for the way she helps promote her family's fireworks, it would be bad news if she caught them messing around like this. she would absolutely die of embarrassment if word got out to her dad. it also doesn't help that takami is a member of the yashiro commission, while she's pretty sure the lady isn't in a high enough position to know who tartaglia really is, she still does not want to take that chance.

it's really hard to think right now, her body still in a state of euphoria. but she knows that now's not the time for her mind to wander back to her experience with tartaglia. her face is flushed bright red as she quickly gets up and scrambles to grab her gloves and knapsack. ]

[monoceroscaeli]

[Archons, and she swallows it all too.

He's making absolutely certain that later, when they're alone and he can freely do with her as they please, that he returns the favor ten fold. Tartaglia's lust-filled haze doesn't even register the voice that's wandering down the shoreline, too busy being focused on the treasure on her knees in front of him, drinking him dry as he falls further for her. The only thing that breaks him out of being mesmerized by her eyes is when she takes him out of her mouth, his ears perking up to the sound of someone coming.

Oh.]

Quick, around the back of the rock face here-!

[His legs wobble as he tries to tuck himself back into his pants, desperately trying to hide himself so he isn't seen being indecent like this. The last thing he needs is to get in trouble with the Tenryou Commission, especially with the Fatui being personas non grata in the country at the moment. Childe gives up on his belt, managing to at least zip his pants back up as they round the backside of the rock outcropping that the tree is next to.]

That was too close, [he breathes, his eyes peeled for that person to appear at any moment.] They probably heard me moaning...heh, guess you really had me going there, Yoimiya.

[Even now, he manages to chuckle. It's not the kind of chaos he usually incites, but it's close enough for now.]