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[oy84]

if you dont like me at my xisuma gore you dont deserve me at my ranchers valentines!!! @stygiansauce

[whoops! all tango!]

[four-crows-in-a-trenchcoat]

Taste Interlude: tears & inappropriate uses of a hospital ID - TASTE Ramchers NFSW

For @stygiansauce

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"Wait, you used to have a mullet?" Despite the vast amount of time Tango has spent vising Jimmy at work over the last few weeks, or hanging out with him after his shift, or that time Jimmy couldn't wait to get inside him so he climbed over the sofa and pulled down his work pants just enough to get his cock in Tango and the thing kept hitting him in the face as his big puppy of a man railed him like he was trying to knock him up [hot at the time, the trip to the clinic after less so]: Tango has never seriously looked at the photo on the ID. At least not enough to notice that Jimmy in his photo, does in fact, have a mullet.

[insane-about-tango-tek]

saw your post about ranchers daddy kink...

have you perchance written anything for it? 🫣

Just for you, nonny :3

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Tango's so nice about it.

Jimmy's no stranger to sex, and he's been with enough people to proudly wear the title of “whore”, but Grian and Martyn and Joel are harsh with him in a way Tango seems to have no interest in. They like to make fun of him, and Jimmy has no problem with that because it's hot, but Tango wants to be gentle and Jimmy finds himself craving it.

When Jimmy brings it up, his whole body feels frozen, his veins injected with shame and embarrassment. But Tango considers it seriously, no hint of judgment on his face, and agrees easily. He kisses Jimmy's forehead like he's already leaning into it.

And then Jimmy's on his knees, and Tango pops the button on his jeans. “You gonna take over, kiddo?” he asks, his voice lightly teasing.

(It's nothing like with Grian, or Martyn, or Joel. It's not like anyone else, it's so soft, even when he's poking fun. He's not mean, he's just pushing Jimmy forward. Encouraging him. And Jimmy really needs to stop thinking about other guys when he's got Tango right in front of him.)

He lifts his hands to pull down the zipper of Tango's jeans, watching as the red of his boxer briefs appears behind them. He presses a hand against Tango's bulge, drags his palm down Tango's length, and feels him twitch beneath his hand.

Tango's hand falls to the top of Jimmy's head, not yet tugging on his hair but simply resting, a warm, comfortable weight. Jimmy pulls Tango's cock out of his underwear and takes a moment to just look at it. He's so beautiful. Jimmy wraps his hand around his length and looks up at Tango's face through his eyelashes.

“Come on, baby boy,” Tango encourages him. “You know how to make Daddy feel good.”

Jimmy doesn't know how to describe the shiver that runs through him. He nods. “Alright, Daddy,” he whispers, the shame still spiking as he says it, and then he wraps his lips around the head of Tango's cock.

He starts to properly fill as Jimmy goes down on him, taking him deeper into his mouth, and Tango's fingers curl in his hair, nails scraping against Jimmy's scalp, and Jimmy moans around Tango's length. “Good boy,” Tango praises softly. “So good for Daddy.”

Jimmy moans again, his eyes falling closed as he loses himself in the familiar motions. Lick and suck. Inhale the scent of him, clean and masculine. Just a hint of teeth against his skin, because Tango likes the promise of danger. Swallow around him and try not to beg for him to cum in your mouth.

Tango keeps calling himself Daddy, keeps leaning into the roleplay, and Jimmy wants to pull off, wants to say “no, actually, it was just a joke” but every time Tango says it in his voice that tastes like citrus and chocolate, Jimmy feels himself locked to the floor, and all he can do is keep swallowing around him, desperate for the praise and gentleness to never end.

Then Tango taps his shoulder. “You’re doing so well, baby boy, but I wanna fuck you. Come on, be a good boy and lay down for Daddy.”

Jimmy obediently pulls off, but he can’t quite stop himself from taking one last lick at Tango’s cockhead when he does. Tango chuckles, tugging once on Jimmy’s hair, a gentle admonishment. “Don’t be a brat. Daddy wants to feel you trembling for him when he cums.”

Jimmy nods, taking Tango’s offered hand to pull himself to his feet and quickly stripping out of his shirt and trousers. Tango shoves him a little bit, just enough for him to stumble backward onto the bed, and he looks up at Tango. He wonders if Tango can tell how anxious he is, how much he wants to do well and is terrified he’s going to screw this up.

Tango’s hand trails up the outside of his thigh. “You okay, sweetheart?” Okay, so he can tell. Also: sweetheart. He’s so affectionate, so sweet to Jimmy. Jimmy swallows.

“Just wanna be…” He trails off, trying to find his courage again. “Wanna be good for you, Daddy.”

Tango gives him a little smile. “You’re so good. My pretty boy. Can Daddy fill you up now, honey?”

The pet names are going to drive Jimmy crazy. Jimmy’s not sure he can make English right now, so he just whines and shifts his hips. He wants Tango inside him fifteen minutes ago.

Tango chuckles again, all silk and blown glass, and leans over Jimmy to press a kiss to his jawline. “Good boy,” he purrs again, and he’s so free with the praise. It makes Jimmy feel loose and warm and a little terrified.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” he breathes. God, the more he says it the more he’s really into it. Tango grins, his stubble rubbing against Jimmy’s neck, and leaves a kiss right behind Jimmy’s ear.

“I intend to do just that,” he promises. He pushes Jimmy’s pants down his hips and reaches for the lube. Jimmy sprrads his legs for him, closing his eyes. “Let the fuckificating commence,” Tango jokes, and Jimmy giggles, rutting against his thigh.

“You’re silly,” Jimmy mumbles, reaching out to rest his hands on Tango’s hips. He loves the way Tango is shaped. He licks his lips nervously, then puts on his best sex voice and adds, “Daddy.”

Tango growls, his slick fingers probing at Jimmy’s hole as his other hand closes around Jimmy’s throat. “The things you do to me, baby boy,” he purrs, his grip tightening, and Jimmy would whine for him, would beg his Daddy for more, if he could fucking breathe. Two of Tango’s fingers force their way inside him as Jimmy’s brain starts to shut down. All he can think is yes, Daddy, please, need you, Tango Tango Tango Tango—

His vision starts to go dark, his grip on Tango weakening. There’s nothing he needs to do, nothing he needs to think, just Tango’s hands on him and in him.

Tango releases him, and Jimmy blinks hard, trying to get his brain back online. Tango’s sliding inside him now, and Jimmy clenches around him. “Daddy,” he moans. “Please, need you.”

“Good boy,” Tango whispers, kissing Jimmy’s neck. “Just let Daddy fuck you. Good, good boy.” His hips snap forward into Jimmy, stretching him wide around Tango’s cock, and Jimmy’s mouth falls open into a low moan.

“Yeah, Jimmy, baby boy.” Tango’s voice is low and sweet as his thrusts become more and more erratic, his hand wrapping around Jimmy’s cock. “Daddy’s gonna fill you up. So good for me, Jimmy.”

When Jimmy tips over the edge, he cries out, clinging to Tango as tightly as he can. Tango follows him over the edge, whispering his name and dropping kisses all across his chest and shoulders.

[illogicalchaos1]

I was tossing around the idea of age gap ranchers in my head and what fun situations I could put them in. Thought about the classic Dad's bestfriend trope. Then I realized I could make it worse. Dad's worst enemy.

Martyn and Tango have this weird rivalry going on in life series. So Martyn can be Jimmy's dad and Tango can be Jimmy's Daddy.

Really nice to see another freaky solideritek fan who is not normal about their age gap.

Stay freaky about ranchers pookie.

Wrapping this in a bow and sticking it in the pile of prompts I desperately want to write. I love this idea so much you have no idea. I am so very not normal.

Stay freaky as well pookie and keep sharing your brilliant ideas <3

[pillow-talk-and-sleepy-cuddles]

sex store au background stuff bc i can't stop thinking of it, let's go:

this story is not just Scarian... there is Ranchers too(i WILL write their story i just. need to figure out how to write them correctly yk).

Anyways, Grian and Jimmy are either friends, siblings or cousins in this au and they both are coworkers in a sex store. the catch is... they are both completely asexual(or so our boys think).

Scar and Tango, however, both are cam boys and know they are very much allosexual. They don't actually know or interact or are in any way related to each other other than the fact that they both happen to stream on the same site. And it's a big site in this universe so that's just a coincidence, really.

Grian and Jimmy have lived in the city for a while and know the lay of the land pretty well. Tango has lived there for a few months to a year and is starting to learn where everything in the big city is. Scar, however, has just moved to the city after moving away from his hometown and knows absolutely nothing about the city and it's layout.

[tangsvem]

I don’t write smut but maybe something that is kinda almost smutty is being thought up for college au.

[insane-about-tango-tek]

May I request r.anchers with a power imbalance and large age gap? (But not age play pls) And a butt-load of praise?? 🧎🧎

The way you wrote T.ango being soft and gentle with J.immy altered my brain chemistry forever.

Sorry this one took a minute!! I wanted to make sure it would be good. Enjoy some celebrity/fan R.anchers with a side of Catholic guilt :3

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He’s so young. He’s so young and so impressionable and so horny for Tango and so hot. He’s practically throwing himself at Tango at every opportunity, and Tango wants to let him have it. But it wouldn’t be right.

He’s just a fan, at the end of the day. He’ll give up and move on eventually. Tango has too much to juggle in his daily life, between interviews and public appearances and actual work. He doesn't have time to sleep with a fan who's at least twenty years his junior.

That's what he tells himself when Jimmy comes up to him after an appearance looking delicious and unsubtle. Tango’s just clearing things up, and he doesn’t actually have anywhere to be after this, but it would not be a good idea to go anywhere private with Jimmy.

“Hey,” says Jimmy softly. He licks his lips nervously, and Tango’s eyes follow the motion. “Do you need any help with this?”

Tango shakes his head. “I'm just breaking down the table.” It's one of those foldable ones, with the big metal legs. “Did you need something?”

Jimmy reaches out a hand. “I just wanted to thank you for the opportunity to meet you. Your work means a lot to me.”

Tango takes it, shakes it politely, and tries not to look pained when Jimmy holds on a moment too long. “I’m glad to hear it. That's what I'm in the business for, to make art that makes people feel things.”

Jimmy bites his lip. “You're good at it.” He pulls back, and Tango notices that he's left something behind in Tango's hand; a rectangular plastic shape. “Anyway, I should go. I hope to see you again soon.”

His stupid jerkface British accent goes straight to Tango’s dick. If he survives this, he’s gonna kill himself.

He watches Jimmy walk away, trying not to stare at his ass. It’s only once the doors swing shut behind him that Tango finally looks down at the object in his hand; a hotel room key with a post-it note attached, a room number scrawled hastily on the paper.

He’s so fucked.

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He shouldn’t be doing this, he thinks for the seventeenth time as he punches the elevator button for the third floor. He really, really shouldn’t.

But he’s curious. And Jimmy’s so pretty. It’s neither fair nor acceptable for him to look at Tango with those sparkling brown eyes and full lips, just begging to be kissed.

At the end of the day, Tango’s weak.

The elevator door slides open and Tango steps out. He anxiously strolls down the hall, trying desperately to look like he belongs here, and stops in front of the door marked 317. His palms are sweating. He pulls the keycard out of his pocket and swipes it on the reader, and the little red light turns green. He turns the handle and pushes the door open.

Jimmy’s waiting for him. He’s laid back in the bed in just his boxer briefs, clinging to the bulge of his dick attractively, his arms crossed behind his head. “Hey, Tango,” he says casually when he sees Tango, barely turning his attention away from the TV, as if a renowned, multi-award winning game creator hadn’t just walked into his hotel room.

Tango tries to calm his racing heartbeat. “Hey, pretty boy,” he answers, teasing. “I assume you gave me this for a reason?” He holds up the card between two fingers. Satisfyingly, a light flush starts to appear high on Jimmy’s cheekbones.

“Didn’t really expect you to come,” Jimmy mumbles, still staring stoically at the TV and refusing to make eye contact with Tango. Tango tosses the card onto the bed.

“Well, here I am. Congratulations on being pretty enough for me to ignore the possibility of you ruining my reputation and my overall career for the chance at one night with you.” He takes a seat on the edge of Jimmy’s bed. “That’s what you wanted, right? You wanted me to put my mouth on you? Ride you until I can’t walk?”

Jimmy finally looks at him. His eyes are wide, almost frightened, but ever so slowly, he nods. Tango laughs. “Ask and thou shalt receive,” he answers softly.

Jimmy swallows. “Tango,” he whispers. “Can I please take your clothes off?”

Tango sits up, deliberately not trailing his eyes down Jimmy’s entire body. “As you wish.”

Jimmy’s on him in an instant, his hands flying across Tango’s body, pulling off his hoodie, his vest, his white dress shirt, discarding them all onto the floor. He starts on Tango’s slacks, the zipper dragging against his bulge, and impatiently Tango kicks them off onto the floor.

It’s only once he’s there, in his underwear in a hotel room with a kid half his age, that the reality starts to really sink in. He really, really shouldn’t be doing this.

Jimmy takes his hand and presses a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist, just above his pulse point. “You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers. Tango shakes his head before he can think to stop himself. Jimmy furrows his brows. “What? You are!”

Tango shrugs. “I’m pushin’ fifty, balding, and I’ve got a dad bod. You’re the gorgeous one.”

Jimmy blushes harder, averting his gaze. “I’m nothing special,” he murmurs. “I like how you look.”

Gathering his courage, Tango leans forward until their faces are only inches apart. “Let me show you how perfect you are,” he proposes, and Jimmy stares at him as though frozen by his attention. He doesn’t move long enough that Tango feels his confidence start to waver, and he begins to pull away, preparing an apology. I came on too strong, I’m taking advantage of you, I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you. But then Jimmy presses forward just as Tango moves back and their lips connect with enough force that Tango has to catch himself.

Jimmy’s lips are soft, is the first thing Tango notices. Exactly as he’d imagined they would be. Jimmy clings to him, his hands roaming Tango’s chest and stomach, exploring his body. He pulls back finally and looks down at Tango.

“I’d let you show me anything,” he replies earnestly. “What do you want from me?”

Tango swallows. He can do this. (He shouldn’t be doing this, not with a fan, not with such a young fan—) “Lay back for me, sweet boy, I wanna ride you.”

Jimmy obeys, reaching for a bottle of lube, and Tango peels off his underwear. Jimmy’s eyes fall to his cock, half-mast between dark blond curls, and he licks his lips again. He looks like he wants to eat Tango alive.

Tango closes his eyes—this will be easier if he doesn’t have to watch Jimmy watching him, if he doesn’t have to think about everything he’s doing wrong—and presses a finger inside himself, opening himself up. Lube drips onto the hotel bedsheets and trails down his thighs. He works himself open, trying to breathe evenly, and it takes him a minute to realize Jimmy’s talking to him.

“Love how you look, Tango. You’re so gorgeous, spreading yourself open for me, getting ready to take my cock. You’re so perfect.”

Tango only makes it to three fingers before he’s too impatient. He wraps his free hand around his cock to try and get himself a bit harder, straddling Jimmy’s waist. He must have taken off his briefs when Tango had his eyes closed, because now he’s fully exposed and very hard. Tango’s mouth waters at just the sight of him.

Jimmy reaches between their bodies to align his cock with Tango’s ass and Tango sinks down onto him, slow and careful.

Jimmy’s head falls back hard enough that he thunks against the headboard and Tango chuckles, shifting to seat himself more comfortably in Jimmy’s lap. “You okay, there, pretty boy?” he asks gently.

But Jimmy’s laughing too, rubbing at his skull. “I’m okay,” he answers, “but that wasn’t very sexy of me.”

Tango rests a hand on his chest, shamelessly groping his tits. “You’re plenty sexy,” he promises. “You can’t scare me off with one little speed bump.”

Jimmy lets out a little moan, staring up at Tango like a deer in headlights. “Tango,” he gasps. “Please—”

“Please what?” Tango whispers. “Tell me what you want, Jimmy. I want to give it to you.”

Jimmy’s hips roll up against Tango’s like he’s trying to get impossibly deeper inside him. “Please let me—oh, god—fuck you, Tango.” His voice is breathless, like he’s run a mile. “Wanna feel you. Please.”

Tango grins down at him, ignoring all the warning bells that are going off in his brain. (There’s no point listening to them now; he’s already got the kid inside him, may as well at least get him off before he tanks Tango’s career.) “No, kiddo, I think I’ve got this. You just lay back for me and look pretty.”

But he lifts himself up and instantly his knees are complaining. His hips as well, though less so. They’re not a fan of being spread this wide. Tango moans, trying to pass it off as pleasure, but he’s sure Jimmy can tell it hurts. Still, when he grinds back down onto Jimmy’s cock, he hits every good spot inside him, and the wave of pleasure dulls the ache a bit.

He changes tactics, grinding and rolling his hips more than bouncing, much as he’d love it the other way. Jimmy wraps a hand around his cock, his palm rubbing over the head, and Tango clenches around him. “God, baby boy, you’re so fucking perfect for me.” He trails his fingers through Jimmy’s hair. “You’re so young. I can’t believe you’d want someone like me.”

Jimmy moans quietly. “God, yeah, tell me how naive and stupid I am,” he whispers. “I like older guys, I like the idea of being corrupted.”

“Well,” Tango answers, pressing back against the intrusion in his ass, “I’m definitely corrupting you.”

Jimmy’s eyes fall closed as Tango sets a rhythm. (He’s not going to be able to maintain it very long but he needs to last as long as possible before he asks Jimmy to switch.) “Keep doing it,” he begs. “You’re so hot, Tango, please. Let me cum inside you?”

Tango squeezes around him at the thought. He should say no, he should say “pull out and put a condom on”, but god the idea of Jimmy spilling inside him makes him desperate. “You better be good for me, Jimmy,” he purrs. “You can’t be telling anyone we did this.”

“No, never.” Breathless. “Please, Tango.”

“Good boy,” Tango gasps. “Perfect for me, sweetheart. Good, good boy.”

His hips protests loudly, and he slows to a stop. “I’m sorry baby, I don’t have enough stamina for that anymore. Could we trade?”

Jimmy nods, and when Tango climbs off him, Jimmy kisses him deeply as they reposition. Jimmy slides back inside him and this time, Tango feels himself spread open easily. “Yeah, Jimmy, sweetheart,” he moans as Jimmy starts to properly fuck him. Tango drags his nails up Jimmy’s back and Jimmy gasps, his mouth falling open in pleasure.

“Tango, Tango, Tango, please—”

Tango’s fingernails dig into Jimmy’s hips. Jimmy’s so pliant for him, so willing to do anything he wants. Tango brings one hand to the back of Jimmy’s head and guides his face down to Tango’s chest. “Gimme a little love bite right there, sweet boy. You’re so good for me. I know you’re overwhelmed, it’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you.”

Tango wraps his hand around his own cock, his other one carding gently through Jimmy’s hair as Jimmy’s teeth sink into his flesh. Pleasure courses liquid-hot through his veins at the sensation and Tango’s eyes fall closed as he spills into his hand. The orgasm rocks through his body, his toes curling and his fingers twisting in Jimmy’s hair as all his muscles tense against the overwhelming wave of pleasure. And through it all, Jimmy keeps fucking him hard, oversensitive aftershocks making his spent cock twitch as Jimmy continues to skim over his prostate with each thrust.

“Tango,” Jimmy whines. “Please, can I– I’m so close.” He buries his face in Tango’s chest hair and Tango pets his head as gently as he can.

“Yeah, baby boy. Cum for me. Fill me up.”

it’s a mistake, Tango knows, but as Jimmy finishes inside him, he thinks he might not even regret it. He just wants a few more moments, laying here in Jimmy’s arms, before he has to face the cruel, cold world again.

Jimmy lets him.

[insane-about-tango-tek]

King!Tango AU Update 2

I got a BUNCH of asks about this AU and I incorporated bits and pieces of several of them. Someone asked for wedding night smut, someone else asked for Tango taking care of Jimmy, and someone asked for Tango teaching Jimmy patience by tying him up and denying him (but he breaks really easily because he's weak for his little knight). I hope this is a satisfying continuation!!

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The wedding is gorgeous, as royal weddings often are. Jimmy looks resplendent in ice-blue and gold. Tango professes to all his guests his tender feelings for Jimmy, and Jimmy smiles back. For the first time, Tango feels excitement at the prospect of sharing his life with someone else. His king. His consort.

His Jimmy.

Tango takes Jimmy back to their shared rooms and kisses him softly. “My beautiful boy,” he whispers. “My love.”

“My lord,” Jimmy breathes. “Let me serve you.”

Tango laughs softly. “As you wish.”

Jimmy giggles, then bends and sweeps Tango off his feet and into his arms. Tango yelps, wrapping his arms around Jimmy’s neck. “Jimmy,” he chuckles, but he can’t deny how incredibly attractive it is to know that Jimmy’s fully capable of picking him up.

“I want to feel you,” Jimmy murmurs. “I want to make you feel good.”

He carries Tango to the bed and drops him onto it; Tango’s back and shoulders protest, and he grunts as he bounces up off the mattress. “Jimmy, I can’t take that kind of a beating,” he laughs painedly. “I’m much older than you are.”

Jimmy looks embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” he murmurs. “What can I do to make it up?”

Tango watches him, drinking in the sight of him, the way he’s so soft and eager to please. Tango could ask anything of him and he would agree to it readily, for all he wants to be good for Tango. Tango’s been a king for twenty years, and yet somehow he’s never felt quite as powerful as he does when he has Jimmy in the palm of his hand.

Tango sits up, looking into his golden eyes. “Come lay here for my, my love,” he breathes. He slips out of the bed and allows Jimmy to lay down. Jimmy does it so easily, so gentle, so trusting. He wants to give himself to Tango, and Tango will joyfully take every inch of him.

Tango steps out of his trousers and crosses the room to a chest of drawers, pulling open the top drawer and reaching for his rope. He commissioned this rope from an artisan specifically for their wedding. It’s blue and gold, the colors that represent they two. When he turns back around, Jimmy has divested himself of his clothing and lays on the silk bedsheets looking up at Tango with a delightful mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Tango returns to his side and sets the rope on the bed. “Are you going to be good for me, my darling boy?”

The shiver that travels through Jimmy’s spine is visible. Tango’s golden lover licks his lips and nods. “Of course, my lord,” he breathes. “Anything you want.”

He is simply so beautifully open, offering himself to Tango with no reservations. Tango will certainly be taking advantage of every part of this. “I am going to teach you patience, James,” he purrs softly. “If you can last five minutes untouched, I will let you take me however you wish.”

Jimmy blinks hard, then sighs gently. “Yes, Your Majesty,” he answers. “Of course.”

Tango reaches out to touch him, Jimmy’s skin feeling flushed and warm beneath his hands. He traces patterns on Jimmy’s legs, carefully avoiding his gradually filling cock. Slowly, he positions Jimmy exactly where he wants him, exploring his body, enjoying his reactions.

Jimmy’s breath catches when Tango’s fingers skip over a certain spot on the inside of his thigh. Tango takes note of that spot to sink his teeth into later. He wants to learn every part of Jimmy, to see all the places that make him shiver and whine.

When Jimmy’s limbs are all in place, Tango starts to wrap the ropes around him, feeling the glide between his fingers and watching it smoothly drag over Jimmy’s legs. There’ll be raw red marks under the dark hair on his legs in the morning, and Tango looks forward to pressing his lips to them.

Jimmy’s responsive and sweet, allowing Tango to tie him up without any complaints. Tango kisses the side of his knee and Jimmy’s eyes flutter closed. He pulls the ropes tight and Jimmy’s ankle presses against his thigh. Jimmy rolls his hips up, but Tango refuses to touch him, despite his cock standing hard and proud against his thigh. Tango grins at him, sharp and dark, and hopes to the Divines that Jimmy can see Tango’s delight and desire written on his face.

Tango moves on to Jimmy’s other leg, fascinated by the way the iridescent rope shimmers in the dim candlelight. Jimmy’s starting to squirm and wiggle, and Tango presses a palm to his stomach. “Darling,” he purrs. “If you can’t be patient, you can’t have your reward.” He lowers his voice, leaning in close enough for his hot breath to ghost across Jimmy’s cockhead. “Don’t you want to be good for me?”

Jimmy groans, a delicious sound that Tango wishes he could inject into his veins. “More than anything, my lord,” he gasps. The power’s going to Tango’s head, he’s certain of it. But he wants it. He wants to take Jimmy apart. He wants to watch him fall to pieces just because of Tango. He has no one else, and Tango wants to give him everything.

Tango curls his fingers just slightly, and his claws scrape over Jimmy’s sensitive skin. Jimmy presses his lips together, his hips jerking just slightly. “Please,” he breathes voicelessly. Tango raises his eyebrows.

“My darling boy, you are not doing a very good job.” Still, the desire to give Jimmy exactly what he’s asking for is almost overpowering. Subconsciously, he licks his lips. He wants to taste him.

Jimmy looks as though his heart is about to burst from his chest and fall into Tango’s hands, as if he’s fighting desperately not to throw himself at Tango—though he wouldn’t get very far with his legs bound this way.

“Please, sir,” he moans. “I need you.”

And how could Tango deny him when he asks so beautifully? He dips his head and wraps his lips around the head of Jimmy’s cock, warm on his tongue. He bobs his head slightly, taking Jimmy into his throat, then pulls off to sink his pointed teeth into that spot on Jimmy’s thigh.

Jimmy cries out, clearly attempting to push himself up off the bed, but his wrists are bound to the bedposts, and he is fully at Tango’s mercy. “Tango– please,” he gasps, choked and desperate.

Tango grins against his soft hair, decorated beautifully with rope. “I think we shall get plenty of use out of this lovely rope,” he whispers into Jimmy’s leg before returning his attention to Jimmy’s cock. His own cock is feeling quite neglected between his legs, and he wants to feel Jimmy inside him, he decides.

He reaches for the oil again. He’s prepared this time, having cleaned himself out. He lifts himself onto his knees, resting his rear on Jimmy’s thigh and leaving their cocks just barely brushing against each other. He pours oil onto his fingers and presses two of them inside himself, watching Jimmy the whole time. Jimmy’s breath starts to come harder as his cock twitches, bouncing against Tango’s.

“Pretty boy,” Tango breathes. “Letting me touch you, letting me feel you, letting me take you as my own and own you. My prince consort.”

“Yours,” Jimmy agrees—he loves him he loves him. Tango can’t wait any longer. He grasps the base of Jimmy’s cock in his hand, the first proper touch Jimmy’s had this whole time, and sinks down onto his length. Jimmy’s thicker than just his two fingers, and the stretch makes him gasp, tossing his head back. His long pale hair falls in a thick curtain down his bare back. He wonders if he’s as beautiful to Jimmy as JImmy is to him.

When he’s finally fully seated in Jimmy’s lap, Jimmy looks up at him with adulation. “My king,” he moans. “Please– I want to feel you. Please.”

Tango rolls his hips forward, leaning back against Jimmy’s legs, easily supporting his weight. “Anything you want, Jimmy, as long as you touch me.”

Jimmy’s hips thrust upward into Tango, skirting over a particularly delicious spot, and Tango truly moans. “My love. Fuck. Take me. I want to feel it.”

It’s only a few moments before they find a rhythm that works well, and Tango wraps his hand around himself. “Baby boy. My beautiful…” He gasps breathlessly, the pressure inside him and around him stealing the oxygen from his lungs. The words seem to be evaporating before they even reach his throat, the only ones his mind can create being mindless praise for his beloved husband.

His peak approaches far too quickly, his back arching as he clenches around Jimmy. “Inside me,” he breathes. “I want you.”

Jimmy moans deeply, and Tango presses his hips back against him, feeling Jimmy spill hot and thick inside him. Two more strokes and he’s following his husband over the edge, the warmth in his stomach washing through his limbs all the way to his fingertips as he sprays white on Jimmy’s chest.

They lay there for a long time, Tango trailing his nails over Jimmy’s pectorals. Finally, Jimmy speaks. “My lord,” he says quietly, “you are so brilliant. So beautiful. So perfect for me. Thank you for letting me touch you.”

Tango chuckles, tracing a scar on Jimmy’s bicep. “I would want no one else to do so.”

Jimmy makes to reach for him, but finds himself hindered by the rope. Tango sighs. “I suppose I have to undo you, now, don’t I? I can’t simply leave you here for me to use whenever I wish.”

Jimmy laughs, and it warms Tango’s chest, settling in aside his heartbeat. “I would like to be untied eventually.”

At length, Tango pulls himself off of Jimmy—the loss of Jimmy’s thickness inside him makes him shiver—and starts on the knots keeping Jimmy bound to the bed. He works in silence, quietly humming a song his mother used to sing to him, a declaration of love. Then he crawls back into the bed and curls up against Jimmy’s side. Jimmy wraps his large, strong arms around Tango and murmurs, “I love you, my king.”

Tango takes a deep breath. “I love you too, my loyal knight.”

Jimmy kisses his hair. “Was that your first time having anything inside you besides your own fingers?” he asks, and his tone is a little teasing. Tango feels himself stiffen.

“No,” he answers pridefully. “Of course not.”

Jimmy giggles. “Right,” he replies. “Goodnight, Tango.”

Tango grumbles good-naturedly. “Goodnight, Jimmy.”