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How the fuck did we end up here in this situation?
If you were presented with… Yourself, what the fuck would you do? How would you handle this situation? Especially your past carnation that shouldn't even exist.
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"Didn't expect to see me?" Scaramouche bit mockingly— as arrogant as ever.
"So, you're future me? Pathetic, really… you're playing at being the good guy now?" As he looks at himself he holds resentment, but… there's curiosity there too.. curiosity and a slight hope for the better.
What he's looking at infront of him is proof he isn't some evil, broken, puppet, but one who has worked hard to better himself.
Wanderer doesn't say anything knowing his past self merely is just seeking out a reaction.
Facing your past carnation has one benefit; it's you, and they say no one knows you better than yourself.
Remembering that act of pushing feelings away all the time and having that God complex, acting arrogant and like he's better than everyone; merely a facade for the broken and lonely soul made this a little easier.
Scaramouche steps closer to Wanderer reaching out a hand to the others chest touching the vision.
"So, you have one of these now?" The words were meant to be biting, but they came out more soft and curious than anything.
Wanderer gets caught off guard by this, but he just nods not verbally answering; he's expecting for this to end in a fight or a complex array of emotions; The latter was right as Scaramouche relaxes—though hesitatintly— He seems almost content seeing his future self seem... less loney and broken.
The two are currently looking in one another's eyes the gaze intense for more reasons than one.
Envy, desire, and hope are reflected in those eyes of Scaramouche's; Desire is reflected back and reciprocated in Wanderer's gaze—Both a desire to destroy and rebuild… it's a complicated feeling.
The two slowly lean not sure what exactly is happening and if this should proceed, However their lips meet; the kiss isn't gentle at all; the two were biting at each other's lips and pressing against one another roughly, seeking to ruin each other.
'This feels good' a mutual thought as they grind against each other feeling the evident arousal they share.
"God, you're the worst" Scaramouche insulted through a shaky breath.
"Says You"
Scaramouche presses his lips against Wanderer's again in an aggressively passionate kiss—angry, but so passionately-Aggressive, but curious; Wanderer pulls him closer as they rut up against each other more desperately. The kiss deepens even further as their tongues glide against each other's seeking out the wet warmth of each other's mouths; once they part there's a string of spit connecting their lips, Wanderer only leans in licking Scaramouche's lips then his own with a slight smirk.
"Hah~…. what the fuck are we doing" Scaramouche pants out looking at Wanderer with a hazy gaze, the other's eyes are just as glassy with lust.
"If we continue, probably each other"
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They did in fact continue, now they lay on the ground Wanderer atop of Scaramouche who's of which back is against the ground as they continue grinding against each other with such need; whines and whimpers escape them both.
"..MnhN~… Didn't know you were so pathetic to give into such a base human desire"
"Yet you seem to be enjoying this too, being so vocal and all~" They're merely trying to rile one another up, but it's clearly working. The banter only seems to get each other going more, clearly only getting more aroused.
Wanderer quickly works on undressing Scaramouche; after doing so he bites at his neck har enough to draw blood earning a whimper from both pleasure and pain— licking the spot he bit tasting the fluid they were both pleased; They both want this so desperately.
"Ever thought you'd be in such a position, with your future self nonetheless?" Wanderer teases as he too undresses himself leaving them both completely exposed now. Wanderer's hand trails along Scaramouche's body making him shudder not used to being touched at all.
"So sensitive~" he coos messing with Scaramouche more, but it only makes him blush instead of bite back, which only encourages Wanderer.
"..mm~..fuck" Scaramouche gasps as one of Wanderer's fingers enters him and start moving in a circular motion to open him up. soon enough a second finger joins moving in a more scissor like motion.
Once properly prepped Wanderer penetrates Scaramouche and waits for him to adjust before he starts to move. "..m-move" With the green light given Wanderer thrusts into him starting slowly letting them both adjust to the feel of each other; They both adjust to each other rather quck wanting more and Wanderer fucks into him harder, rougher, faster Making sure he's making Scaramouche moan and shudder with each thrust; making sure he's hitting that sweet spot making him feel white hot pleasure through his entire body.
"Fuck.. hah..~ 'mm close" Scaramouche manages to whine out his eyes completely hazy as he gets closer and closer with each thrust; he clings closer to Wanderer as he reaches his orgasm riding it out; Wanderer fucks him through it as he too reaches his own release whimpering and cumming inside of Scaramouche causing him to moan and shudder—Tears of pleasure start to form in his eyes, but he's trying not to cry; he's not weak. he got abandoned for this he shouldn't—
Before his thoughts ran anymore wild Wanderer cups his face. "It's okay" such simple words… and yet… here he is crying from hearing those simple words, sobbing under him and shaking from the overstimulation of all sorts of emotions. Wrapping his arms around Wanderer pulling him impossibly closer and holding onto him like a lifeline.
"It's okay to cry" Wanderer murmurs wiping his tears gently and and leaning in giving him a chaste kiss.
Crying and being soothed after something like this feels pathetic— It feels so utterly human, but… It's nice.