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sorry i got horny when i was reminded of tango being twice my age. it will happen again
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sorry i got horny when i was reminded of tango being twice my age. it will happen again
Thinking about a followup to my alien d.eepfrost court fic where t.ango ends up going back to them. Maybe they'd egg him up for real this time
First it was impersonal, purely scientific studying how a human body reacts to the synthetic eggs. But all four of them come from species that reproduce via eggs, surely they'd get some more research out of letting one of them have a go with him
The eggs would still be duds ofc, humans don't have the genetic stuff to produce viable eggs, but it'd still be more authentic than the fake eggs they used the first time. It'd probably last longer too, not just a couple minutes of egged up but at least a few days, if not more. And the crew spend the whole time observing t.ango, and he learns very quickly that he finds getting studied very hot
It'd be interesting to hear them decide whose eggs they go with, but maybe they'd all eventually get a turn with him
At 9:45pm he finds himself standing at the threshold of his balcony. A skinny column of smoke floats up from his fingers where the cigarette burns. He takes big mouthfuls, opens his throat for the soot to travel straight to his lungs. He holds the small cloud of heat there for a beat or two before exhaling it from his nostrils. Boston is a black sea bedazzled of blinking lights and Ilya thinks distantly that he hopes his team is having fun celebrating their deserved victory. The cold air stings his nose, his cheekbones, probably leaves him with red splotches on his face. One cigarette, nothing more, nothing less. Just enough for the ghost of it to persist over the citrus-y smell of his shower gel. At 10pm on the dot the front door swings open, then it closes again with a small thud. Ilya doesn't rise from his bed to greet him, he knows where to find him. He hears keys jingling, turning in the lock and then being placed back in the coin dish at the entrance. Come to me. There's a moment of silence, then steps quickly shuffling towards the bedroom. Ilya smiles and doesn't move from where he's half laying on the bottom edge of the mattress. Come to me. "You're a terrible host." He glares in that unimpressed way he does. "Were Metros out of right skates? Your defense was all left feet." Ilya asks instead sitting up on his forearms, his naked feet firmly planted on the floor. Hollander is wearing a hoodie, navy, it looks well worn and soft the way it slouches around his broad shoulders: "Ah. Ah. The second line guy is still getting used to the team." Surely it echoes what he told the reporters. "Still learning names in locker room?" "He'll be fine next time." He scoffs. "Oh I'm sure." And he spreads his legs in an inviting V for Shane to step in. Come to me. It's difficult not to look as pleased as he feels when Hollander does walk into the space Ilya has made for him. He stands there, looking down with his arms straight at his sides and his thumbs tucked into his pockets, his fringe clings to his face.
Nothing more romantic and noble than offering your brother a proposal to be his son in law hung over and post coital in a whore house reeking of booze and cheap tramps while you lie prostrate on a dirty stone floor in rags, after lying and boasting about banging his daughter, even though you have a first wife, right after being catered to by your mistress, a la Daemon Targaryen style. The best way to woo the King's good graces, so that you can be the Princess' bastard husband Prince, all for the Crown. ISTG give Matt Smith an Oscar because the performance he gave while chillin' down on that damp and grimy ground made it mandatory for any consort of her majesty the Princess to serve 100% PENIS or GTFO FROM THE GET GO I just don't see how any future suitor can compare. 🤚🤚🤚
SPD: You need pressure... so hug
Autism: No, people touching you is bad
SPD: But pressure...
Me: Well fuck.
thinking about tngpulse oral again (is never not) but i also think skzz should fuck tngo first and then implse clean him up. let impy taste both his bfs at the same time <3
t.ango keeping s.kizz around him constantly while making do 3. not just for his help on warden wrangling or whatever, sometimes just having s.kizz sit off to the side, ready for t.ango to make use of him
stumped on a build? t.ango can ride s.kizz until he figures it out. or maybe some redstone isn't working the way it should so he fucks his frustrations out on s.kizz, pounding his ass with his strap and growling and biting down on the scruff of his neck until he's calmed down and can take another swing at it
Wolf s.kizz and bunny t.ango size diff is my everything rn
S.kizz's hands are so huge compared to every part of t.ango, even with all his muscle and old man bunny softness, s.kizz can pick him up with barely any effort. T.ango is like a toy to him, and s.kizz usually tries to be careful with him even when they're intentionally playing rough, but sometimes he gets carried away, combo mating instincts/prey drive and t.ango is at his mercy <3
Lil bit of fear play where t.ango's instincts react and s.kizz in turn only gets more excited. Ofc once they've calmed down s.kizz goes back to oversized puppy, curling around t.ango and nuzzling him, often knotted together but still staying cuddled up even after they separate