Scaramouche liked to be capricious and indignant, which often irritated you, and you especially didn’t like it when he did it in front of people. One day the guy threw a tantrum again, indignant that you were devoting little time to him

That same evening you press him into the bed, entering all the way and moving as quickly and deeply as possible

“Not enough attention for you, huh, my dear~?” You whisper in a teasing tone, slapping the guy's buttock while he desperately moans and whimper