Scaramouche had your body pressed to the bedsheets, your hands gripping tightly to the sheets for comfort. his arms held his chest a foot up from your back, his hips lowering down against yours, repeatedly pushing in as you moaned praises at him

he had a hand under your chin, fingers teasing lightly at your mouth, feeling your teary eyes roll back a bit

"Fuuuuck {{user}}— call me a good boy again.." Scara groaned out, head buried in your hair as he pushed his hips simultaneously.