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The view was incredible. Stunning. A rich red interior. Fine paintings decorate the walls with a soft halo of recessed lighting around each of them. Layered in fine wools and furs and soft cottons, a single bed right in the center of a red and black carpet amidst the massive room with a glass top roof. And in that bed was an equally gorgeous man… bare broad chest only halfway covered in the blankets, snoring away in blissful dreams. His long spade tail draped off the edge of the mattress and his legs and arms were sprawled out with pillows chaotically strewn in all directions.
“It's unfair.” A glowing pair of red eyes reflect off the thick smokey glass flooring.
“Absolutely… how dare he make it difficult to get to him but tease us with such a viewing platform!” A rainbow disaster jingles across the stone to make it to the glass.
A hushed stifled silence falls between the two as Impulse shuffles in bed, turning over and covering up more.
“So. How do we get our prize?” Tango wiggles his brows at Joel, tilting his gaze down.
“Our Prize? You're blummin out of your mind. He was mine first.” Joel retorts.
“Maybe, but I want him too. Can't we share?” Tango offers.
“...I might… what's in it for me?” Joel proposes back.
A plain flat line annoyance strikes Tango's features, along with a quirk of a brow. “You are the worst and I thought I was bad, I'm literally a Vampire.”
An unnatural smile creaks over Joel's lips, his tongue following along to wet them. “No I'm not bad, just trying to make it worthwhile. I did help you sneak in here.”
“I didn't need your help, you agreed to do it. We had a deal.” Tango spits back.
“I know we have one, but you still asked me for help.” Joel looks around and peeks under the edges of the trap doors.
“I hate you.” Tango crosses his arms.
“You can fuck me and we'll call it even. As the… other half of our deal.” Joel's smirk remains, sliding a careful finger underneath the mechanical trap door to release the spring, popping it open.
“...How'd you do that?”
“Very carefully Tango, watch and you might learn something from me.” Joel sneers, much cockier than he usually was. It was tangible…his demeanor had taken a turn to something darker. Tango wouldn't question it, after all who was he to judge? It was getting him what he wanted right now, which was to feed. He hadn't had anything good in many moons… livestock only tasted good for the sake of survival. Joel strips off his coat, removing the jingling bells and slipping off his shoes to make his feet quieter. This action in particular did pique Tango's internal curiosity. Joel was never sneaky. He sucked at stealth. When did he get good at it?
“You're staring.” That same smug tone slips from the jolly jester. Tango stalks him around the bend, stepping softly over the creaking glass to stand behind him. “Can you blame me? You're not that bad looking.” Tango smirks with all his teeth back at Joel, who rolls his eyes in response. “Oooohh wow so smooth I'm blushing all over, you really got me.” Joel grips the edge of stone facing, lowering down into the entrance hole and dropping in with a surprisingly graceful landing. Tango slips in as well, electing to float through the room with ease. His hands drift an icy cold touch across the back of Joel's shoulders if for nothing more than to watch him shiver and all the hair on his neck stick up. This time a blush did burn his cheeks… Tango would remember that. “There… we're in. I guess it was more of a deterrent than an actual trap…” Joel notes, keeping his voice calm and silent. Tango ignores his commentary, far more focused on the feast before him… he'd been desiring a taste of Impulse's blood for far too long… and only doing it this way could satiate that desire. Tango paces around Impulse's bed savoring his time to linger in the moments of respite- there was no racing heartbeat, no heat rising to his face. No, quite the opposite. His mind calmed, his sensory input focused. He could feel the hunger rising, becoming louder, gnawing on his psyche. Tango needed to feed…if only Joel would stop distracting him.
Tango's eyes are ripped from his meal before he even got a taste, burning a hole through Joel's hand digging fervently through a private chest. “Are you serious right now?! Cut it out, what is wrong with you!???” Tango hisses, attempting to keep his voice hushed as he was left staring incredulously at the sight before him. Joel closes the chest calmly, retrieving nothing from it. “I was just looking for something Impulse took from me a while ago and I want it back, it's no big deal!” Joel whispers back, shrugging his shoulders and continuing to look around. The nerve of this guy! Tango clicks his tongue and huffs, speeding his footsteps over to grab Joel's hand from swiping anything of value.
“You are officially weirding ME out. Impulse doesn't steal shit. He's way too nice to do that.” Tango fires back, if there's one thing he knew, it was Impulse. Joel's eerie grin cracks, fading away. A stoic, empty expression fills the hole left behind. “I said it wasn't a big deal, I have it under control.” He snatches his hand back, a faint glowing lighting up his fingertips. “Clearly it is a big deal or you wouldn't be looking for it. Is that the whole reason you brought me? Was to help you sneak in and occupy Impulse so you could raid him!?” Tango kept trying to stay quiet, but this wasn't gonna fly. Both his hands shove Joel away from the wall to keep him from investigating further. “No, but my business is mine, and everything is fine, everything is normal. You don't need to worry about it. Go on, enjoy yourself. I'm doing you a favor, Tango.” Joel plants his feet firmly into the ground, eyes darting to ensure Impulse was still out.
Impulse shuffles in the bed again, muttering something about redstone before rolling over and falling back asleep. Tango and Joel lock eyes before going right back at it. “We're leaving. I don't care. I'm not standing by while you do this.” Tango grabs Joel's shirt, starting to drag him back out. Joel grits his teeth and digs in his heels to the rug, refusing to move. “I will scream at the top of my lungs if you don't let me go right Ń̶̟̈͜Ȯ̸̻͜Ẃ̸͈̪̽.” Joel demands, and Tango's grip releases him. Joel's form flickers, an unsettling static forming around him as his temper rises.
“-h wat sah- what…. Huh?” Impulse's head pops up from the bed, blinking to clear his vision in his room. “Tango…. Joel….? What's… what's going on?” Impulse asks, sitting up and stretching.
Joel and Tango double take between themselves and back to Impulse, taking several steps back from each other. Tango moves first, drifting to the bed and sitting next to Impulse, petting a hand through the scruffy blonde hair on top of his head. “I'm sorry Impulse, there was a misunderstanding and Joel and I just wanted to try and-” Tango starts in, watching Impulse calm and settle under his touch. “Tango asked me to help him break into your super secret bunker so he could drink your blood and do freaky Vampire stuff, obviously, and I wasn't about to tell the scary grudge holding Vampire no.” Joel interrupts, igniting a rage intensity unseen before. Tango gets off the bed, drawing forward his dark metal blade and pointing it towards Joel. “Get out you lying, conniving little shit!” Tango takes a swing, cutting open the edge of Joel's sleeve. Joel scatters, running towards the other side of the room away from Tango. Impulse's adrenaline rushes him forward, first finding his pants long discarded at the side of his bed, and then stumbling up to grab Tango's angered hand. “Hey…hey -HEY! NO ONE is going to be dying in my bedroom tonight!” Impulse panics, putting himself between Joel and Tango. “Both of you knock it off! Joel, please, I need to talk to Tango if all of this is true. Go home. I'll catch up with you tomorrow, I'm not in the mood to argue about this.” Impulse draws in heavy breaths, making Tango lower his weapon and opening the latch to let Joel leave.
“...Fine… Thank you for saving me Impulse… dunno what I would have done without you~” Joel backs up, entering the launch pad to be shot out of Impulse's room, grabbing his waistcoat and shoes, jingling with irritation out of view.
Impulse doubles over, heaving and trying to slow down an incoming spike of panic. Tango follows him down, keeping his hands close to his dear friend. “Impulse I-”
“Don't… apologize. I want the truth. The real truth. What the hell was that!?” Tango sighs, an admission of defeat. “I am sorry. Joel offered to help… said he knew how to get around your defenses for the Silo, and he would be here just for the ride and some fun. He started going through your stuff- he said he was looking for something you took from him? He started weirding me out and wouldn't stop and things came to a fight.” Impulse takes all this information in, leaning into the soft touch to soothe all the nerves that felt like fire in his body.
“Why did you need to break in? Tango, you know you can just talk to me and ask me for basically anything. I thought I made that pretty clear a long time ago.”
“It wasn't for just anything…it was for you.”
Impulse levels his eyes to Tango's, confused by the request. And then it hit him like an anvil.
“Is… it the curse…?”
Tango nods his head, lowering it in shame. “I'm sorry… I couldn't help it anymore. I feel like I'm starving… I'm trying to fight it, curb it with substitutes but… nothing is working, it's driving me insane.” Impulse cups Tango's face, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “Tango. Why didn't you say something sooner?” He laughs, bumping his horned forehead against Tango's. The dark lord gives him a hollow chuckle, suspended in disbelief. “W-what??? Seriously?” “Yes seriously! Tango, it's not like it was a personal choice to be a vampire. If you need help, I will help you. Pretty much everyone on the server would help. I mean… even though there is definitely something weird going on with Joel- he was trying to help too.” Impulse smiles, taking his turn to pet his rough hands through Tango's silky silver hair, watching the anxiousness melt away. “Impulse… you are far too kind for your own good.” Impulse shrugs, smiling the whole way. “Hey no shame in that. I'm always gonna be there for my friends. Even if it hurts.” Tango tosses his arms around Impulse, his cape tangling up in all of it and a mess of giggles and peppered kisses they exchanged with each other. “I don't want you to hurt. I want to protect you. We do crazy stuff like fight wardens and withers together but I don't ever want to be the source of pain for you.”
“I know.” Impulse confidently replies, a rush of warmth and blush rising to the surface as Tango lays on top of him. Oh… and how it only makes it harder to resist. A little bit of drool drips on Tango's lip, his tongue fast to catch it. Impulse smelled and looked delicious- rich like earth and minerals, mellowed out by sweet petrichor and flowering chorus stalks. “Impulse… may I feed from you… please?” Tango whimpers, his eyes solely fixated on Impulse's neck, swallowing his pride down to ask nicely. “Sure. Can we maybe get off the floor first though, it's hurting my back a lot with you on top of me.” Impulse requests, laughing at the sight of Tango scrambling off of him in a haste, nearly tripping over his previously tangled cape. Tango pulls the confounded fabric off of himself and tosses it in a tiny fit of anger to the floor. He is at least conscious enough to offer a hand to Impulse, helping him off the floor and back to the plush bed.
“Better?” Tango prompts.
“Much better. Thank you, you're such a gentleman.” Impulse teases, settling himself back into his cozy bed. Tango is already moving, precise and stealthy to straddle Impulse's hips and lean against his neck. His face buries itself there, nosing at the delectable scent of what lies just underneath. “So how bad is this gonna hurt…? Just curious.” Impulse asks, leaning his face away to give Tango plenty of access. Of course how could he resist an opportunity as golden as this to tease? “Terribly. You'll die immediately and re-spawn, by the way.” Tango chokes on his sinister laugh, an evil sounding thing reverberating in the room. Impulse raises his brows and grips Tango's hips, pressing them down against his own. Tango buckles, gasping at the rush of tightness in his horribly well tailored pants. “Oh fuck off right now you did that on purpose!”
Impulse nods, grinning wide and victorious. “Yup, you never fail to take the teasing bait and I know that's when you lie to me.” He grins with a biiiiig prideful gleam, returning the chuckles and settling back against his pillows to get comfortable. “Alright I'm all done with my teasing- go ahead Tango I won't make you wait.” Impulse smiles with the acknowledgement of consent, closing his eyes and laying still. Tango waits, just for a few seconds to ensure it was true. A moment of quiet with an extra double check to see no additional eyes on them. The coast was in fact clear, And with no more distractions… Finally…! Tango's hands quiver as they wrap around Impulse to bring him close. His nose dives into his nape to inhale a deep breath of this succulent meal. No more waiting. The only warning he gave was the unhinging of his jaw to press the very tips of eager fangs against his skin before clamping down with a swift precision. Impulse chokes out on a scream, a burning sensation radiating from the wound. The only thing keeping him quiet was Tango's hand pressing down his mouth, as an insurance policy to not be caught. The pain kept up its intensity, making him buck against Tango, trying to toss him off like an angry bull, but this wasn't Tango's first rodeo.
Just a few seconds longer.
The bucking slows, the screams dying out.
The bliss hits Impulse, clouding his brain with a rolling foggy haze of heavenly pleasure. Tango moans against his neck, drinking up every last drop of earthy, bittersweet blood, grinding his hips against Impulse's, needing the friction at the growing desire in his pants. The more he took the more delicious it was… but Impulse's chest ached, his head starting to spin and vision blur. He tapped Tango's arm weakly. “T…too…. Too much… dizzy ….” Impulse manages to get out, whimpering in its aftermath. Tango immediately lets go, lapping up the remains until the wounds close up behind him. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you… I want more.” Tango's raspy voice echoes unnaturally in Impulse's ears, urging him to give more. He blinks it out of his mind, grabbing Tango's frilly frock shirt and crushing him into a kiss.
Oh? Yes! Perfect.
Tango melts, fluttering his eyes closed to pass kisses passionately back and forth, each of them whining into the other's mouth to bid for more attention. Hands tangle into hair, some move away to undo buttons, slip up edges of hems and even pull pants down in a rush to alleviate the growing aches. “Oh my gosh Impulse…you don't know for how long I've wanted to do this…please…” Tango fusses with Impulse's scratchy beard, seeking more of his mouth post haste. “Tango- of course. Please… stay the night.” Impulse insists, dragging them back together for more bruises and tongues slipping into each other's teeth. Tango whines, rolling his eyes back and finally sitting back against Impulse's cock. Oh sweet Nether.
Impulse chuckles, gently coaxing Tango to lay back, swapping their positions around to help him undress. “Easy little guy, slow down. I'm not going anywhere. And you are in trouble, I'm a little peeved that you thought you needed Joel to get in here for my attention. You're all mine Tango, I thought you knew that?” Impulse teases, warm hands working quickly to unbutton, unzip, unlace and undress Tango within moments, revealing his ghostly pale skin to the chill of air around them. Tango shivers, not from the cold, but from Impulse's hands engulfing his waist and greedily touching him all over. “Fffuuuuccckkkkkk, I really have a thing for you big boys in this Ghast forsaken community. Between you, Skizz, Etho and XB I am spoiled for choice.” Tango smirks, biting down on his lower lip as Impulse releases his hands, finally stripping off those pesky yellow pants and fitted tight boxers. Tango has seen Impulse naked before, this wasn't a first for either of them really. But each time was special, and goodness, Impulse was so sexy every time. Tango was truly spoiled the most by him. Impulse leans over, returning the devilish smirk. “Tango, you know other men? How dare you.” Tango snorts out a laugh, wheezing at the shenanigans. “I do! I even have sex with them! What's this little possessive and jealous streak abooouut~? I like it, it's turning me on!” Tango wiggles his hips, reaching his hands up to tug on Impulse's horns. “Just feeling riled up, I think I kinda like it too. We've hardly gotten any alone time, you've been so busy I've missed you~” Impulse sighs, letting Tango pull his head down to the smaller imps's hips. “Yeah? You should show me how much you missed me~ I'll see if you're better than Skizz at sucking me off.” Tango challenges him, an evil glint in his eyes as he spurs Impulse on.
“Oh you are gonna regret that challenge… but tell me more? Who's your favorite in bed huh?” Impulse asks, getting comfortable between Tango's thighs and barely giving him time to form words before he was sucking down the full length of Tango's dick. Tango shudders, gasping and letting loose a slurry of moans in the wake. His grip tightened, bobbing his hips in and out of Impulse's mouth. Oh that wouldn't do. Impulse pins him down to the mattress, forcing his hips still and continuing his work. “STUBBORN ASS! Immmmppuuulse!!!” Tango squirms, clutching his thighs around Impulse's head.
Impulse comes up for air, dragging his forked tongue over Tango's already dripping tip. “Awe, I'm the best you've had in bed? I'm honored!” Impulse smirks, flashing all his teeth. Damnit! Impulse's wit was always sharp, Tango forgot that for a moment. “Oh you wish. It's actually Etho. He's so big and sexy… I mean like, hell that dude is packing, those baggy pants are criminal for hiding what he's got. And he went all night on me. Back to back, and made me breakfast in the morning.” Tango brags, delighting in the jealous frustration that was making Impulse scowl. Impulse lazily strokes his palm over Tango's shaft. “Really? So that's all it takes to impress you?” Impulse fires back. Tango's eyes narrow, his whippy tail smacking his ass. Impulse shrugs it off. Tango growls, flashing his fangs. Impulse leans in, slipping Tango back into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking down rough. His tongue eagerly swirls around the tip, purely showing off at this point. Tango unravels more, struggling to buck in against Impulse's mouth. His legs kick, squirm, his hands pathetically trying to reign Impulse back in, but he was long gone in the fierce competition to outdo Tango's other lovers. His efforts were futile, coiling heat pooling in his abdomen far too soon. Tango whines, cursing and fussing to push Impulse off of his dick, he wasn't ready! “Impy, no, no, please, fuck you're too good, okay! Okay!!! You made your point baby!!” Impulse ignored his pleads and struggles, continuing to swallow Tango down. Tango shakes, shifting to fully whimper, it felt so good, too good, and Impulse shoved him mercilessly over the edge, keeping him pinned down as he sucked through Tango's orgasm, lapping up every ounce he spilled out. Tango fusses more, his feet planting firmly on to Impulse's shoulders to push him off.
Impulse concedes, licking his lips victoriously, breathing heavy and proud. “Say it like you mean it, Tango.” Impulse dives back in over Tango, crushing another kiss to his mouth. Tango purrs into it, wrapping his legs around Impulse's waist. “You were way too good at that Impy…definitely the best so far…” Tango mumbles around Impulse's mouth. Impulse felt a little smug, placing one more kiss on Tango's lips. “Ohhh you aren't getting out of this one though Tango, you've gone and woken up the beast and I hate not being good at something. Etho isn't gonna show me up. Neither is Skizz. You're gonna get me all night long too.” Impulse promises, trailing kisses down Tango's neck and chest. Their tails tangle together, hands slow to bring one another back in, sharing a long moment.
Tango pulls Impulse close, snuggling against him and giving him a few more kisses. “Oh thank goodness, I was worried I hadn't riled you up enough to get what I wanted!”
Impulse pauses, licking his teeth. “Ohhhh so this whole little game was intentional, huh? Well keep at it, I'm liking it. Is there something wrong with me that I’m into this?” Impulse chuckles, nuzzling Tango back. “Probably, but I guess it's also something wrong with me too cause I do this to all of you.” Tango shrug, smirk still plastered to his face.
“You're joking.” Impulse dares.
“I am as serious as a Warden.” Tango raises his hands in admission.
“You. Are. Horrible!!! I can't believe you!” Impulse grins, laughing at Tango underneath him. “Oh I know. I am bad. You're the most fun to do it to. Etho is boring about it but I think he's just good at hiding it because he still bends me over and fucks me silly when I tease him. Skizz is sweet about it- he's all gentle and soft but then absolutely ruins me- like I don’t walk for a full day after so I have to be careful. You though… you get so blushy and angry and hot over it.” Tango wiggles his brows. “You're so lucky I like you so damn much.” Impulse lays down on Tango, cuddling with him for a moment longer. “Yeaaahhh I know ya big dork. Can I pay you back at least for being so terrible?” Tango grinds his hips up against Impulse's long forgotten erection. Impulse groans, grinding back down to him. “I would love that.”
Tango scoots into position, settling on his back in anticipation. Impulse gets up, stumbling over to his Ender chest, pulling out his favorite oil and wandering back over. “You seriously keep lube in there?” Impulse shrugs casually. “It's useful. Sometimes I have to take breaks for stress relief.” The blush tipping his ears definitely showed it was more often than he cared to admit. Impulse opened the bottle, coating his fingers liberally, then setting the bottle aside. “Ready?” Impulse asks, as always, seeking consent. Tango nods, giggling with anticipation. Impulse spreads Tango's legs open, slotting his first finger into Tango's awaiting hole, only to find it barely felt tight. Impulse raises his eyebrow inquisitively, staring Tango's blushing embarrassment down. Tango shrugs and hides his face behind a pillow. “I may have also… perhaps… uhhh… had some fun… earlier too.” Tango muffles against the pillow, grinning with all his sharp teeth. “Uh-huh…well that makes this nice and easy doesn't it? I don't like the easy way but I guess it's what I got.” Impulse smirks, going to coat himself well, lining up and sinking in. Tango scrambles at the stretch, a few fingers was one thing but Impulse wasn't exactly small! Tango's moans felt punched right out of his lungs, gasping and clinging to Impulse desperately.
“Tell me whenever you're ready for more~ This is gonna be so fun…” Impulse's delight grew, so rarely was he on this end, to give orders and pleasure like this, he liked being led into his pleasure, being told what to do. Knowing instinctively what to do to pleasure his beloved in bed was easy. His mouth, hands, and whines were perfectly suited to every encounter. Even now- on top- halfway to hilt to bottom Tango's ass out and he was still fighting back sweet little whimpers and whines, it just felt so good!
“Aaawwweee Impy, sweet good boy…nngh- oh gosh you feel fantastic in me baby~ go on! Fuck me, please!” Tango jests, bucking his hips up for more. Impulse's lip quivers, a deep whine drawing out of him as he thrusts in fully. Impulse heaves, starting steady and slow, an agonizing pace to torture Tango, really. “Oh, sorry Tango I-I, I couldn't hear you over my whining… baby… what was that? You asked me for something?” Impulse taunts, cranking his brat up to an 11 just for the hell of it.
“IMMPPPUULLSE!” Tango shouts, gripping his biceps and scrambling to get something more than the horribly dragging pace he was getting. “Cmmooonnn! Please!? Pleeeeaaassee!!!” Tango cries, whipping his tail in frustration. Right now he was trapped under Impulse's arms and hips, their height wasn't much different, just a few inches between them in reality. It's just that Impulse is an oak tree and Tango is but a twig in comparison. Sturdy, stubborn, and being a pain in his ass as usual, -just the kind Tango likes this time. Impulse concedes, giving Tango a good few rough thrusts and delighting in watching him unravel and squirm. Tango's eyes roll back, head following backwards to hit the pillows. “Feeling good yet, gorgeous?” Impulse prods, going back to his snail's pace. Tango whines again, getting sick of this game. “Damn it Impulse!!! Stop!!! Teasing meeee!!! I'll do anything! Anything! Please!!!” Tango caves. Impulse smirks, snapping his hips to bury all the way in. “Anything?”
Oh no.
Tango regrets his pleas immediately, a little bit of panic in his eyes as he looked up to the dark smirk growing on Impulse's face. Impulse grips Tango's hips with bruising force, driving his hips in and out hard enough to creak the bed underneath them. Tango's hands grab on to anything he can reach and eventually settle on the horns adorning Impulse's skull, gripping tight. Back arched, voice shot, and strangled cries of pleasure ruin Tango. Maybe he bit off more than he could chew.
That was a thought for future Tango, because current Tango could barely form a proper thought. Everything was so much, Impulse breathing heavy and hot in his ear, mounted to him, Tango's legs locked in around Impulse's back. They were inseparable in the moment, just the way Tango liked. Just the way Impulse liked. “So…so good… taking me like this huh? Is your greedy little hole satisfied yet Tangs?” Impulse tries on a little darker tone, and the shiver visibly prickling Tango's skin was hard to ignore. “N-no-! More… more… fill! I wanna be fuuuulll~” Tango's poor voice scrapes against a mouthful of Impulse's tongue, kissing him with terribly sloppy precision. They share another round of sharp teeth clashing to inhale one another, Impulse breaking away to nip at Tango's earring settled on his lobe. “Go on… I wanna hear you say it. ‘You're the best fuck Impulse, I don't even want anyone else ever again.’ Admit it, I'll give you all of me if you do. Otherwise I'll stop right now.” Impulse whispers, a secret between them. A shockwave of pleasure snaps Tango's attention awake, feeling Impulse drive hard into his prostate and twitch deep in him. Tango bites down on his lip, inching closer to his second orgasm, squeezing around him to get what he wants faster. “Impy~ baby~” Tango cooes, pulling Impulse's face close to kiss him again. Close. Closer. “So close… c'mon pretty boy~ you can enjoy… cum inside meee~” Tango tries to distract Impulse from what he wanted to hear. Impulse pulls out, all the way to tip and stays there.
“Say it.” Impulse demands, he never demands. Tango's ego plummets but the throbbing need between his legs smacks the last of the shame out of him anyways. “Fuck you're the best Impulse ~ please! Please, I need you! You're so good for me, you fit so right~ please please please I don't need anyone else but you baby~” Tango begs, grasping at Impulse's hair for any response. The stalling wait only builds the pleasure and anticipation back up, coiling tight in his stomach and hips. Impulse leans in, biting down on Tango's neck -not to draw blood- just to suck a dark hickey on his pale skin and doubling down his efforts to pound Tango until his body imprints the mattress.
Too much!
Impulse and Tango scream out the other's name, clinging as tight as they can to one another as they topple over the edge in synchronicity. Tango painted the space between their chests, Impulse filling Tango to the brim, lazily fucking the dripping mess out of him. Impulse's arms give out, catching himself on his elbows. He just barely drags himself out of Tango, collapsing to the side of him. “You did so good baby~ that was so fucking hot.” Tango cracks against his voice, swallowing hard to alleviate the soreness. Impulse laughs weakly through the haze of afterglow, drowsy and yawning. “Yeah? You really got me riled up… I.. I dunno where all that came from.” Impulse blushes, ducking his gaze in embarrassment. “I liked it a lot, you've got a little dark side to you~” Tango whispers, trying to do his best. Impulse reaches past the bed, grabbing his arm gear, struggling to press a few buttons and finally getting it just right. Two water cups roll out from an automatic door, and Impulse grabs them and offers one to Tango. They help each other to sit up, downing the cups quickly.
“Better?” Impulse prompts first.
“Much, thank you buddy.” Tango beams, setting the cup aside.
“So… how was it?” Impulse asks properly.
“Dude I am gonna be so sore for the next few days, I have Spiders to collectificate and categorize! How dare you inconvenience me like this!” Tango busts out in laughter, wincing in pain.
“I'm sorry! You asked for it!” Impulse shrugs, throwing his hands up defensively. “I did but damn! You're brutal! It was still great though, no notes.” Tango reaches up to place a kiss on Impulse's lips. “Ah dang, and here I thought I could have done better. I must be getting rusty.” Tango smacks Impulse's cheeks lightly with his palms, squishing his cheeks. “Impulse, baby, sweetheart, best lay of the land, if you can top that literally what am I even gonna do? I think you'll fry my brain and I need that thing!” Impulse busts out in a fit of laughter this time, joined by Tango in the silliness. “I love you Tango, you're lucky I do.”
“Awe shucks, really? Weird cause I love ya too, we're such good friends dont'cha think?” Tango bats his lashes, snickering along. “Yeah yeah, reeeeaally good friends. Historians would call us that huh?”
That broke them both, howling in obnoxious laughter late into the evening. More jests and teasing go on until the two finally settle down and clean up, a good massage for Tango to help his back and hips, a few more cups of water and a solid snuggle puddle for them before drifting off to sleep with Tango cradling Impulse's head on his chest and arms around him tight.