Mentally grumbling to himself, Tangocam sits in a wooden chair, deep beneath the ground of Decked Out 3, with a map in hand and the order to just stay here.

All he knows is that Tango, the actual Tango, is running some tests above ground that require someone to be here and hold onto this map. That's his purpose, to sit here and wait. It's better than nothing he supposes.

After about half an hour of groaning zombie noises there was at least some quiet when the machine that he's meant to babysit filled up.

Time ticked slowly and he bounced his leg, red eyes glossing over the map again, a hand going over his scruffy beard almost as a reflex that isn't really his.

The only sound now were faint steps in the long deepslate hallway that has been carved out as the only exit. There is no reason to bother looking up, since it is just Tango returning.

But the fall of the boots isn't as heavy and deliberate, once it actually gets closer, which does cause him to perk up.

In the entrance to this lit up cave stands someone he vaguely recognizes as Gem. He's seen her before, years ago, her hair less red, but he remembers. No way he wouldn't, even if it was just brief glances.

For a few moments, he's too distracted by the leather, the red fabrics and the way it all hugs her shape, to see Gem's actual expression.

She's smiling but in a self satisfied way.

"There you are. Thought you weren't gonna be underground this season" Gem teases, slowly walking closer, giving Tango a closer look at her tail, before his eyes dart up again.

The main issue with not actually being Tango, instead just Tangocam, is that he can't talk. So all he can do is give Gem a small wave and a smile but that doesn't deter her from stepping closer, now right in front of him.

Tangocam isn't used to this type of proximity or touch from anyone except Tango, and he knows he wants to reach out but stops himself. This isn't his place and he isn't who Gem wants to see.

Briefly, Gem looks around before green eyes settle on him again, "I was looking for you, you know?" Her words are accompanied by a brief touch over his arm that makes his already hot skin feel like it is on fire.

There are a million things he wants to say. Stuck in a hole underground, where else would I be. Or a teasing what do you need this time?

But nothing comes out.

Even Gem notices at this point, leaning back again, looking at his face with a puzzled expression. "You okay?"

Her brows are furrowed and he doesn't want to look away from her, is unable to when she is still touching him.

It takes a few moments to gather himself, but he shifts, reaching into a pocket of his pants to pull out a small pencil, almost like it is his muscle memory.

It's rather practical that he's technically wearing a copy of Tango's clothes, contents and all.

The entire time he can feel Gem's eyes on him, trying to distract him as he flips the map over and writes.

"No talking."

Turning the map back to Gem it takes her a moment, still not quite getting it.

"You... Lost your voice? Got a cold?"

If Tangocam could sigh, he would. Back to writing on the map.

"Tangocam. Not Tango."

It's not like he isn't aware that he isn't the actual Tango. But spelling it out like this twists something inside him just a little.

The realization dawns on Gems face, but instead of any expected recoil she smiles again.

"I see. Well then, Tangocam, since Tango isn't here..." Her words trail off and her fingers travel over his arm, up to his neck until she cups his cheek.

At this point he's sure his entire face is flushed, blood rushing from his face, down elsewhere and up again.

Slowly Gem leans in closer and closer and Tangocam doesn't even think about pulling away. This is the first time he's actually noticed her black horns, just because he feels like he should look away.

But he can't. And he shouldn't have to. For once, this is actually for him.

Unable, or unwilling to hold himself back, he kisses Gem. Her lips are warmer and softer than he could have ever imagined for something like this. And when her lips part for him, Tangocam wishes he could make any sound.

With Gem now on his lap, he explores her mouth with his, and her body with roaming hands, needing to commit everything to memory because who knows when he'll be around next.

While he's holding onto her waist, Gem begins to move her hips, rocking them back and forth against him.

Despite the silence, Tangocam opens his mouth, head dropped back slightly, a silent gasp escaping him, making Gem laugh.

"This good?" as if the question was even necessary. Still he nods, maybe a little bit too eager but that is all he has.

And she laughs again, causing Tangocam to surge forwards and kiss her again, to capture the sound, to swallow it.

Gem grinds her hips further against him, the feeling of closeness and absolute bliss washing gently over him.

At least until she pulls back, breathing a little heavier, lips redder but with a glint in her eyes.

"You know what I always wanted to do?" Gem asks, looking almost as if she expects an answer before just sliding off his lap and down onto her knees in front of him, eyes never leaving his.

Inside, Tangocam feels like his soul, or whatever he has instead, is about to leave his body.

He wants to make a noise, one of those that Tango is always embarrassed about, he wants to tell Gem that she's beautiful.

For a brief moment he debates reaching for the pen again, writing down the words so he's sure she knows.

But any thought gets interrupted when Gem nudges his legs apart to make more space for herself, elegant fingers already working on undoing his heavy cargo pants.

His hands reach out, stroking over her hair, along the horns, just because he can touch her. Her hair is soft and the skin is smooth under his fingers, and every bit of sensation he can feel gets committed to his memory.

"Lift your hips for me" Gem almost whispers but in the quiet that's enough.

After a brief moment of shifting himself, his warm skin gets exposed to the cold air of the cavern.

Gem is down there, grinning up at him, teasing, "Need a hand here, old man?" and he wants to chuckle in response, instead opting for the lightest tug in her hair, earning him another smile.

"Let me help you."

Nothing prepared him for the sight, the feeling of Gem leaning in and pressing just one brief, open mouthed kiss on his half hard member.

Tangocam resists the urge to squeeze his eyes shut, needing to watch every bit of what's happening.

The softness of Gems lips travels along the flesh, slowly waking it up more and more. With every kiss pressed to him, his hands bury themselves into the red mass of hair, only to let go again, an almost gentle massage.

Once Gem deems him ready enough, and without a warning, she takes his tip in, hand still wrapped around the base of his shaft.

Her lips are wrapped around him, and it feels perfectly warm and wet.

Pursing her lips she gently pushes the skin covering the tip back before letting her tongue drag over the sensitive parts.

This may be the closest he's ever been to making a sound, the way it feels like it is trying to claw its way out of Tango's throat but nothing comes from it.

But just because he's quiet, doesn't mean he's composed. It takes everything in Tangocam to not buck his hips up to meet more of Gems mouth.

He can't keep his hands from gripping a bit firmer, getting a muffled gasp, the vibrations intense around him.

At least, even without talking, Gem gets what he wants and takes him in deeper, her hand working everything she can't fit.

He barely noticed but in the hand that's not busy with holding on for dear life in Gem's hair, he's been clutching the map Tango gave him.

Deciding his priorities are elsewhere, he carelessly lets it fall to the floor, instead opting to rest a hand on Gem's cheek, making her look up at him.

An annoyed sigh leaves Tango as he walks across what is to become Graywick in the hopefully near future.

He's been testing for hours and the map in his hand worked perfectly fine up until a few minutes ago when it suddenly stopped.

His mind is already working rapidly, trying to figure out what happened. Was it a line of redstone that didn't get updated? Did he break anything when he dug himself out of the hole underground to check on the wardens?

With a brisk pace, Tango traces back his steps, making sure the glowing red line isn't getting pinched anywhere.

The frustration is growing when he can't find the cause of the issue, standing in a dark hallway, leading back to the zombie spawner where he left Tangocam before he went testing.

He needs to double check the map, maybe something is wrong with his...

With his cape flowing behind him, he quickly maneuvers through the path he carved out weeks ago, the light of the room blinding him for a brief moment before Tango sets his eyes on the scene in front of him.

The map is crumpled on the floor, the root of his issue, but clearly not the priority as he sees Tangocam leaned back in his chair, lips parted and none other than Gem on her knees, lips wrapped deeply around a member that equals his own.

For a few moments, Tango is speechless. No usual teasing, no question coming out. He is utterly silent, just watching in a mix of shock, arousal and jealousy.

There's a soft noise as Gem pulls herself off Tangocam, earning herself a surprisingly gentle caress.

"I'm slowly starting to miss your voice, you know?" Gem teases while there is still a line of spit connecting her to the dick right beneath her mouth.

"Gem" Tango feels breathless, taking a step closer into the room despite every instinct in him telling him to run. That he's intruding.

"What?" She replies as if this is an entirely normal situation. "You're gonna stand there or are you gonna come over?"

His legs feel heavy but they move on their own, towards the two.

"I didn't know you..." Tango starts but what does he even want to say? I didn't know you wanted to suck my dick? His dick?

At least Gem interrupts his racing thoughts when she begins to work open the slacks, Tango taking over to help her spit slicked hand.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks, his voice airy from nerves.

Gem just laughs at him.

"You think I'd be here like this if I wouldn't?"

Tango chokes down a laugh because he still doesn't believe that he isn't dreaming, half convinced he's gonna wake up with an embarrassing stain in his pants.

As they work on freeing him, Tangocam seems to be getting a bit impatient, gently tugging on Gem's hair to grab her attention.

"Hey, patience, skippy" Tango calls out, earning himself a glare. It is odd an odd feeling, to say the least, being stared at like this by himself.

Gem's hand returns to the neglected member, starting to work on him again, as Tango takes care of the rest of his own pants.

"Be nice" she chides, giving Tango a look. "Or you can just go back to watching."

The message is clear and Tango holds back any further tease, his dick now in his own hand, stroking himself to the sight of Gem paying attention to someone else.

For now, his eyes glance up again at Tangocam, the way his head is titled back slightly, his lips parted and the flames of his hair glowing a brighter orange than usual.

A soft groan leaves his lips as he keeps his hand going along his shaft, only briefly glancing down at the redhead using her mouth again to get more of these expressions out of him.

This is just what Tango looks like, lost in pleasure. And apparently Gem likes that?

"Enjoying the view?" Tango hadn't even realized that Gem pulled back again, her hand now reaching out to him, taking over.

Tango can't do anything but nod, entirely dumbfounded.

When Gem's grip wraps around him, he hisses slightly from how intense it is.

"Gentler. Please", he begs breathlessly and immediately the pressure lessens.

Now his eyes are only on Gem and he can see her thinking, all while both her hands are now occupied. A mumbled, "interesting" would normally spark all of Tango's focus but right now he can't think about anything that isn't Gem's touch.

"Please, more" He bites his lips, trying not to ask for too much but Gem still gives him everything.

Now he gets to feel the warmth of Gem's lips, the wet feeling of her saliva coating him as she slowly sinks down further and further.

There's no way to hold back the groans and grunts that make him feel absolutely ancient as intense pleasure washes over Tango, moaning softly as Gem takes all of him in, just to pull all the way back off again. The sudden lack of pressure and warmth is enough to drag a soft whine out of him.

"Gem," Tango pleads, green eyes looking up at him.

"Stop complaining and get behind me."

Tango almost freezes in place, his body working on its own.

He takes a few steps, and while Gem's mouth is busy again with Tangocam, her hands help expose her already slick skin.

This must be a dream, no way this is happening, is all that's ringing in Tango's head.

He gets on his knees behind Gem, his hand, still wearing the dark leather glove, travels across the pale skin of her ass, as if he's worshipping a precious artifact.

He lets the hand come to rest, the light skin contrasting with his glove, as his thumb gently strokes over her cheek, just briefly dipping between the before pulling back.

Not today, he doesn't want to get greedy.

Instead, he opts for taking the glove off, wanting to feel everything. His fingers trace over the slick folds, teasing Gem enough to get a muffled sound of complaint out of her.

Tango chuckles before he dips his fingers in, feeling her body react immediately, hips dipping lower for more, tightness clenching around his digits.

At least for a bit, Tango lets himself get lost in the feeling, the slick sounds of Gem, the ones her mouth makes and the muffled groans around Tangocam.

His other hand is busy spreading the spit Gem gave him, across himself before the need gets too large.

Tango lines himself up behind Gem, hands on her hips to guide her to an easier angle, before asking one more time, "You sure?"

Despite Gem's mouth being fully occupied, he swears he can hear the annoyance in her grunt as she pushes back.

The absolute bliss he feels as his tip starts sliding in, enjoying the stretch around him, is unmatched. His eyes fall shut, his tail wraps tightly around Gem's ankle, holding onto her, grounding himself.

It takes a few seconds for both of them to adjust, but Gem gets impatient first, beginning to move.

Not wanting to keep her waiting, his grip on her becomes firmer, holding her steady while he slowly sinks in fully, giving himself another moment to breathe in and out, not wanting to already have this end.

Finally, he begins to thrust, his mouth hanging open as he groans at the feeling of Gem around him.

"Fuck, you feel perfect," he mumbles, entirely lost in her.

Once his pace steadies, deep thrusts, slightly spaced out so he can recoup between each one, he dares to open his eyes, looking down at Gem's ass, at the way he's buried inside her.

Immediately he needs to look away, already feeling a tightness in his balls.

Instead his gaze lands on his own familiar face that has apparently been watching him with a matching expression of bliss. He almost wants to tease it for staring at him and not Gem but the words get stuck in his throat, replaced by a moan as Gem clenches around him.

And now he's unable to take his eyes off of Tangocam, who's expression is all too similar as Gem takes him in deeper, head bobbing up and down, Tango's thrusts now matching the pace, making her take him in deeper into her throat.

They find a faster pace, Gem moving between the two blazeborn, working in perfect tandem.

Tango catches himself looking into the red eyes of himself more than the ass he should be focusing on, but seeing his own expression of pleasure, the way his own hands knot into Gem's hair, is enough to make him come apart.

He knows he should pull out, or at the very least warn Gem but he can't, not when she gets pushed back down onto him one last time.

With a loud groan, Tango spills, sandwiching Gem tightly between the two of them, as he thrusts forward again, leaning over her back as he rides out his high.

His thighs are burning and he feels utterly exhausted but he presses a brief kiss to her shoulder, before pulling out, seed slowly dripping out after.

He's left catching his breath on his knees, still watching the scene in front of him.

The tugging in Gem's hair grows tighter, clearly not wanting her to pull away but letting Gem go with a ragged look of longing, as she pulls off Tangocam.

Tango is about to say something when Gem gets up, off her knees, climbing up into Tangocam's lap, but making sure to face Tango.

"Okay?" She asks, briefly looking back for a nod but instead, greedy hands pull her closer as he buries himself inside her immediately.

The sight in front of Tango is better than anything his imagination could've ever come up with, his own expression one of need and want, as he presses kisses along Gem's neck, gently biting into the soft skin.

If Tango had anything left in him he'd have complained because he is the vampire here after all.

But Gem's moans distract him, her own eyes pressed shut, hands working herself closer and closer to her own climax as large hands on her hips move her up and down.

It doesn't seem to take long for her to get there, grinding her hips down hard, moaning Tango's name as she cums.

Behind her, Tango can see how his own hips are lifting off the chair just to drive himself deeper, as his own face scrunches up, mouth open in sounds that aren't coming.

For a few moments, the only sound is the breathing of all three of them slowly normalizing, Tango still unable to take his eyes off the couple in front of him.

Quickly, Gem smirks before turning her head back to find Tangocam's lips, slowly making out with him, then finally turning to Tango with a nudge of her head, "Come closer"

Already on his feet, stumbling towards her like a fool, he braces her hands on Gem's thighs, and leans in to finally kiss her, open mouthed and wanting meeting Gem's lazy pace.

When Gem pulls back, Tango follows, needing more of her, kissing the skin of her jaw, his scruff scratching her enough to make her giggle.

Still he notices that Tangocam behind her is watching him, eyes following every move as he still holds Gem secure on his softening member.

Tango doesn't know what in his brain causes him to do this but he leans up slightly and instead kisses the man behind Gem.

His own lips feel rougher, more chapped and the kiss is more clumsy, more experimental, than when he kissed Gem.

Gem sits on his hotel bed, hands on her lap, the skirt of her dress riding up just a little bit, exposing more of her thigh. Every few moments, Tango catches himself, his eyes dragging over to the tiniest sliver of pale skin that he shouldn't be seeing.

Slowly, he forces his eyes back on Gem's face, the soft, playful smile on her lips as she reaches out and puts a small hand on the worn fabric of his pants, thumb tracing over the seam of the pocket on his thigh.

"You don't need those." She's not talking about the pants, at least not only. Tango's eyes dart to the small, blue pill and the glass of water on his nightstand.

He can't help his chuckle "And you know that already?" Tango's tone is teasing but he swallows, especially when Gem's finger draws more over the inside of his thigh now.

She smiles up at him, then briefly down at the way his pants start to sit uncomfortably around his groin. "Yeah. Besides, I'll make sure you-"

"It's not you, Gem. You're..." Tango can't bring himself to finish this sentence, biting his tongue instead. "Look, it's really not you. I'm.. Old." He's trying to get Gem to see him for what he is.

This is only met with a laugh and what was maybe meant to be a playful shove but instead is more of a hand resting on his soft chest. "You're not that old."

"Gem," Tango practically pleads, hoping not to have to say it. "I'm in my 40s and you're..."

At this revelation, Gem's hand stops, still pressed against his chest. At least she's not pulling back. After a few moments of quiet that stretch way too long for Tango's nerves to handle, he gets a quiet but not uncertain, "Doesn't change anything."

This isn't making it any easier for him. "I... I already know I shouldn't but," Tango hesitates, "let me at least make this good for you."

Without thinking, he's reaching for his nightstand, taking the small pill, flushing it down with some water, hoping for the best. "Now come here."

Hoping his little helper gives him the courage he needs, Tango reaches out, placing one hand on Gem's hip, pulling her in, just a little, giving her any chance to pull back. But instead, Gem tilts her head up and leans in.

He can feel the way his beard must scratch over her cheek as their lips move together, Gem parting hers for him and Tango accepting greedily. Part of him still thinks this is not real and only a dream that will end in stained underpants and heavy shame.

His eyes are already shut but he squeezes them further, not wanting to think and instead just focus on the woman that's now pretty much climbing into his lap.

The groan that escapes him gets swallowed up immediately and he swears he can feel Gem smile into the kiss.

With needy movements, Tango's hands roam over her body, finding the zipper of her dress at her back, trailing his fingers over the newly exposed skin before tugging it off her shoulders.

After a moment longer, Gem pulls back, her lips slightly more red than before, now grinning. "That eager now. Didn't know these things work that quick"

"Gem, please." Tango would beg for her. He's already thrown so much of his caution to the wind and she's been out there teasing him with those innocent touches he's been suffering through, a hug here and there, all throughout the day, not caring about their friends or anyone else seeing them. To the others this is all innocent. He's just one of the dad's. Not someone that has a woman, 10 years younger than him, in his hotel room.

He tries to shake the thought out of his head and thankfully Gem provides a much needed distraction as she takes her dress off, over her head, in one fluid motion.

Tango has to close his eyes, feeling like this is not meant for him, despite Gem being the one to sneak into his room, more than clear with her intentions. Her hands brush over his, pulling them closer, placing one back on her hip, the other right over her heart. Tango can feel it pound under his palm and it only takes minor encouragement for it to move just a little bit lower, cupping her breast.

"You can open your eyes, you know that?" Gem's breath tickles against his cheek and when Tango pries one eye open, she's a lot closer and a lot more flushed already.

With a shaky laugh, he responds, "Don't know if I can." Still he slowly pries one eye open and Gem is a lot closer than he thought, smiling at him. Gently brushing over her nipple with his thumb, he draws a soft gasp out of her, feeling the skin pebble.

At this point Tango is very clearly hard. It's only been a couple of minutes, the effect of his little helper supposedly only setting in later. But that doesn't stop Tango from leaning in again, entirely giving in.

As he kisses her, the hand on Gem's hip guides her to move back and forth, gentle circles on his lap that drive Tango absolutely insane. Every breath gets a little heavier, groaning into Gem's mouth, making her part her lips again for him.

The need to taste more of her rises, alongside the heat in his lower stomach. Tango pulls her closer, arm wrapped around her back, wanting to feel her entirely flush against him. He stays like this a moment longer before leaning forward, gently letting Gem down till her back is on the mattress.

In an instant he's above her, kissing her again. While one of his hands has him support himself, the other one finds hers, fingers intertwining.

Only when he needs to take a moment, breath coming in a little bit shallower already, does he pull back. Without looking, he knows his entire face is flushed all the way down and Gem clearly wants to see more of that, impatiently tugging at the hem of his shirt. For a brief moment Tango considers saying no but before the words could even leave his mouth, he concedes. At least he still has the thin undershirt on.

Not giving Gem the chance to demand more, he kisses her again, this one more needy than the others, kissing along the corner of her mouth, her jaw, feeling how soft and perfect her skin is as he trails down to her throat.

While his focus is on her collarbone, only slowly traveling lower, Gem grinds her core down against his knee that's firmly pressed against the mattress, right between her legs. "Eager?" he plays her own words right back at her, smiling against her skin.

Right as Gem wants to reply, he takes her nipple into his mouth, gently sucking, so that instead of whatever complaint she had, all he can hear is a stifled moan. Taking the encouragement, Tango keeps going, paying lavish attention to the sensitive skin in front of him while pressing his knee upwards slightly.

Every noise, every little gasp, the way Gem's hand tenses in his for brief moments, Tango drinks it up.

He never dared to think about this before but now he's not sure how he'll ever look at Gem and not think about how good she can sound.

Despite the feeling in his growing hotter and more and more desperate, Tango tries to take his time, at least till Gem's free hand comes to rest on the skin of his head, pushing him down urgently.

A part of him expects some sort of tease about missing the main course or something but when he glances up he can see her almost teary eyed with need. It works almost too well on him. Tango almost immediately releases her nipple, pressing one more kiss between her breasts before sliding lower on the bed.

His eyes are on Gem the entire time, making sure there isn't even a hint of regret but all he can find is needy impatience. He chuckles briefly, giving her a fond smile, deciding not to be mean and instead hook his finger in the waistband of her panties.

Only now he notices they're red. "Really?" His eyebrow quirks up, shaking his head but unable to keep a smile off his face. Part of him expects Gem to berate him for thinking she'd do this for his pleasure but instead she laughs, even if her voice wavers slightly. "What? I thought you'd like them."

"Just because they're red?" Tango can't help but smile, shaking his head again before pulling on the thin fabric, sliding it down the pale skin of Gems legs, his other hand trailing down after it, just to feel more of her.

Before he leans in, he pauses briefly, smiling up at her. "I do appreciate it." And he does. Gem thought about this while packing. She thought about this, about him, before she even got onto her plane. Gem wants this.

Feeling a little more pressure now to make this good for her, Tango lowers his head, pressing a kiss right below her belly button, feeling the way her stomach rises and falls with every quickened breath, before slowly kissing his way lower. His hands rest just shortly beneath her entrance, stroking softly over the skin of her inner thigh.

As Gem tries to squirm up higher, clearly getting more and more impatient, Tango rests one arm right across her stomach, keeping her mostly still.

Finally he presses a kiss right onto her clit, followed by another. Gently, Tango sucks on the sensitive nub, hearing Gem as she bites her own lip to keep quiet. Slowly he keeps going, getting a taste of her as he briefly slides lower, his tongue parting her folds.

Gem's hand digs into his shoulder, not enough to be painful but instead grounding both of them.

Tango knows his beard is scratching against her thighs, especially when Gem clamps down around him, her legs wrapping around his back, heels digging in close to his spine. "Careful," the warning is raspy before he keeps going, switching his tongue for his fingers, his mouth fully focusing on the spit above.

Every thrust with his fingers has Gem trying to meet it. She's coming alive and falling apart right beneath him and Tango could get lost in it.

Under normal circumstances, Tango could keep going like this until Gem gets tired and needs a break, his own breathing now quicker and his pulse is beating loud enough that he could hear it ring in his ears. His entire body feels too hot and his breathing feels too tight and the only relief he can get is grinding down against the mow bunched up bedsheets but it's not enough.

"Gem..." He moans her name right against her core, feeling too much, too sensitive. Tango doesn't want to leave Gem hanging, speeding up his pace despite his mouth feeling dry and full of heavy spit and arousal at once. All he can focus on is the less and less muffled moans above, the hand on his head and his shoulder.

Tango doesn't remember ever being this hard, not even in his prime, and it slowly drives him insane, nearly distracting enough that he doesn't notice Gem's trembling. Only when her legs pull him in closer does Tango focus on letting her ride out her orgasm, gently slowing down, even if his need is at an all time high.

Once he is released, Tango pulls away, his fingers soaked as he wipes them on the sheets, he takes his undershirt off, feeling absolutely suffocated in the thin fabric.

Red blotches litter his skin, especially closer to the waistband of his pants. A quick glance up at Gem's satisfied face reveals that she's more than pleased with the view, biting her lip while she's still heaving.

"Please," Tango is already undoing his belt, "I need you, okay?"

With his body feeling hot, his breathing heavy, Tango barely manages to pull down his pants below his thighs, his rock hard member now fully on display, his skin flushed. Almost immediately after Gem gives him a breathless nod, he's over her, lips crashing against hers again, more uncoordinated than before as he grabs himself and lines himself up.

The feeling of how wet she is is already making Tango lose his mind and it's hard to remain patient and slow as he pushes in. "Fuck, Gem..." He murmurs the words into her shoulder, holding her tight. "You feel amazing." The words fall out of his lips when he's barely even in, just slowly sinking himself further into the heat.

But he's right, this might be the best thing he's felt in a long time, hard and feeling every bit of her clenching walls around him.

Once he's fully seated, Tango waits a few moments before he begins to move his hips. "You okay?" He asks, as he leans up, needing to see her face. Gem's lips are parted. "Yeah, keep going."

Not needing any further encouragement, Tango picks up the pace, needing to get this out of his system. At this point it's almost painful how badly he needs this.

He leans in again, kissing her neck, up towards her jaw while his hands brush some of her red hair out of her face. "You're so beautiful. You feel so good." The compliments stumble off his lips without even thinking.

It takes Tango a lot longer than it usually might but slowly he feels himself getting somewhere. "Do you want me to pull out?" He doesn't even want to think about the loss of sensation but he has to ask.

As if she wants to show how much against that idea she is, Gem wraps her legs around his hip, pulling him closer. "Don't. Don't need to"

Tango knows this is dumb but any logic is so far past his brain. And he trusts Gem, trusts her decision more than himself right now.

When she clenches down around him once more, Tango loses himself, spilling into her, feeling like his own body is too warm, too tight. He's breathing heavily against her skin, kissing her, trying to calm his pounding heart down again while staying entirely still.

A few moments pass and Tango comes to the realization that he's still hard. Painfully so.

Filled with regret, Tango kisses Gem again, and when he pulls back he doesn't know if he's red faced from the pill or from embarrassment. "Might need a little more help here..."

With a brief pause to give Gem some water, downing the rest of the glass himself, he helps her sit up, pulling her back into his lap. Her hands are around his stiff dick, immediately helping him guide her right back into her.

For now, Gem sets the pace, Tango just holding her, feeling her clench around him. "Keep going, please."

With her arms wrapped around his neck, Tango hears every moan, feeling her get louder as he moves, meeting her halfway for each deep thrust. "Hey, quiet, Pearl's room is next to mine," he shushes her but Gem gives a louder moan. "What if I need another pair of hands to take care of your little issue here?" She teases. "Bet-"

Tango doesn't even hear the rest, the orgasm hitting him hard again, eyes pressed shut in embarrassment that this picture Gem painted was what did it for him.

"Gem..." His tone is meant to be a warning, chiding her for bringing Pearl up right now.

"Come on, you could -" Tango might come to regret this but he presses a finger into Gem's mouth, unable to deal with more of this as she begins to move her hips again.

There's a soft bite on his finger at first, in surprise, which then turns into Gem's tongue tracing the digit.

At this point he's starting to feel sore and his legs and hips, pretty much his whole body is aching but there doesn't seem to be any end in sight.

So the best he can do is to enjoy it. As Gem's tongue plays around his finger, he adds a second one, trying to focus on how that feels, how warm and wet her mouth is. His other hand pulls on her hair gently, getting her attention. "Please. A bit slower."

Both, the pace of her hips and that of her tongue, slows down and it's exactly what Tango needs right now.

He lets go of Gem's hair, resting instead on Gem's thigh, thumb brushing over her clit again. Now he can feel the moans, muffled by his fingers. "So good." He doesn't even know if he's praising her or how it feels but it's all just perfect.

Gently Tango presses a kiss onto her shoulder, but instead of pulling back he brushes his teeth against the skin just to draw more noises out of her.

He pulls back for a moment, smiling sheepishly before repeating the process a few more times only leaving little red marks that will fade soon enough.

Only when he feels the next orgasm wash over him, does he bite down harder, opting to pull away instead, not wanting to hurt Gem. Slowly, he pulls the fingers out of her mouth, now fully soaked in her saliva. For a moment the sight is mesmerizing before he focuses his attention on Gem.

"You still alright?" His voice sounds a bit rougher now, feeling almost dehydrated.

Gem lets her head rest on his shoulder, breathing deeply for a few moments. "Getting a bit sore," she admits and almost immediately Tango lifts her off his still hard member. He's coated in his own seed and it's leaking out between Gems thighs and onto the sheets.

"Yeah, me too. Ugh, why am I still..." Tango doesn't even want to say it, just laying down exhausted on his back. Maybe with a few deep breaths he can just calm his body down but he knows he's only fooling himself.

It is nice though, when Gem lays down next to him, his arm instinctively wrapping around her, face buried in her hair in embarrassment. "Is this a good time to admit you were right?" Tango sighs.

Her hands trail down his chest. It's less splotchy and flushed by now at least. "I'm always right" She presses a kiss against his scruffy cheek as her hand wraps around his still hard dick.

"Just... Just hold it for a bit" He instructs her. "Bit of pressure at the tip, just with your finger"

Either Gem is incredibly good at this or Tango just comes embarrassingly quickly at this point. It's just a small dribble over her finger and onto his stomach.

"Not a word, please"

"Wasn't saying anything." Her tone is sickly sweet, not giving Tango much of a rest as she begins to pump her hand up and down his length. "Fuck, be careful, please," Tango begs into her hair, hand fisting into the messy sheet below.

They stay at a slow pace, Tango's body heaving as he gets close again. He's tensing up and nothing even comes out at this point and he needs to bat Gem's hand away for even a moment of respite. "Break. I need... I need a break"

His breathing is rough and he's just laying on the bed like he's about to pass out, eyes closed. Every bit of his body is sore and he doesn't even feel if he's hard anymore or not.

Beside him, Gem shuffles and gets up. A small part of Tango thought he may have disappointed her but a moment later he hears the noise of the bathroom sink and she nudges his legs that's dangling off the bed with her knee.

"Come on, drink something before you pass out on me. We can keep going later."

Tango almost struggles to sit up, groaning, feeling every year of his age as he takes the glass from her, smiling thankfully before downing it, then immediately falling back down onto the bed.

"I don't think I'll survive another round," he mutters, feeling Gem cuddle up beside him. Her finger trails over his arm for a bit in silence as Tango starts to at least slightly feel like a normal person again.

He's thinking about how to apologize to Gem for all of this when she sits up. "Feeling up for a shower? We can head to my room after because..." Her eyes land on the sheets that are covered in spit and cum, "I'm not doing this."

Tango chuckles, trying to stretch as he sits up again, and immediately regrets it but pulls through. "Yeah, that can be arranged."

He smiles as Gem is already standing up, offering a helping hand. Tango takes it, letting her pull him closer before leaning in for another kiss.

Despite having moved out of Arizona a few years ago and having seen plenty of snow since, there is still this excitement inside Tango's chest when he wakes up and there's snow on the window of their apartment.

It somehow makes him feel younger again, like those years further south didn't exist and he's in his early 20s again. And when he's outside, shoveling the snow, his back may ache a little bit more than it did a couple of years back, but seeing the white landscape around him pulls his thoughts away from that.

The morning only gets better when he comes back inside, takes his hat, jacket and boots off and sees Gem leaning against the kitchen doorframe, a steaming mug in her hand, but more importantly wearing one of his sweaters and only her underpants.

"You're full of whimsy considering how early it is," she notes, smiling into her drink. "Coffee is waiting for you."

Tango smiles to himself, tossing the gloves onto the radiator near the front door, stepping towards her. His expression turns more evil and Gem notices just a moment too late. Tango's hands are already under her shirt.

Cold fingers trail over warm skin, purposefully exploring, as he leans in to kiss her.

"You're the best," is met with a groan and Gem pushing him away. "God I hate you."

Giggling to himself, Tango retracts his icy grip, smoothing Gem's stolen sweater over, hands giving her hips a gentle squeeze, before he trots into the kitchen, freshly poured coffee just waiting for him.

As he’s slurping his drink, Gem comes up from behind, hands wrapping around his soft stomach, head resting on his shoulder, her own mug now empty by the sink. “I had something planned for today if you’re not busy?”

One eyebrow quirks up and he leans back against the kitchen counter, now looking at the woman in front of him. “Sure. What's the plan?”

Gem didn't want to tell him. Instead she parked him on the sofa for a bit while she got things ready, making him promise not to peek. He hears her walking through the apartment, doors opening and closing behind him, and eventually the front door falling shut for a bit. 

When she returns, Tango has to keep himself from lamely trying to guess what the big plan is, especially when it becomes clear that this is somehow important to her. 

“So, where we going?“ Tango is unable to hide the fondness in his smile. 

In response, Gem just ushers him to get dressed, tossing him his gloves so they land right in his face, as he was busy tying his shoes. 

“Hey! Stop that you… Glove-tosser” he trails off but decides to toss Gem's hat at her in failed revenge as she catches it before it lands on the floor. 

Once in the car, Gem is driving, having chosen the music - whether she’s in the passenger seat or driving, it is always her choice, not that Tango minds. 

Slowly, they leave the familiar area of their home and drive further out of town, houses giving way to trees, and a short while later Gem pulls up on a snowy parking lot surrounded by forest.

After a short walk, it all gives way to a lake. Nothing big but it is private and now the weight in the bag he's carrying makes sense. 

Tango is smiling and his arm is wrapping around Gem's shoulder, pulling her against his own side, pressing a brief kiss to her temple in pure affection. 

As they settle down their bags beneath a tree to cover them from the light snowfall, Gem explains, “I used to come here when I was younger with my dad. Haven't been back here in a bit but…” Now she's looking up at Tango, giving him a smile before putting her own skates on. 

“A lake can't go anywhere in a few years, can it?” Tango finishes for her with a chuckle. 

He pulls her up, not letting go of her hand just yet as they stagger towards the frozen surface. 

It is a lot rougher than what Tango is used to from their usual ice rink and there is a thin layer of snow, but not enough to disrupt. 

Slowly at first Gem pulls him along, moving ever so gracefully, and Tango just watches her for a moment. 

Snow is collecting on her hat in her dark red hair, and the cold makes her nose and cheeks flush. 

She's skating a small circle around him and Tango can only follow her with his eyes, his mind too distracted. 

It takes him a moment to focus on anything but Gem, before he quickly moves towards her, catching up and taking her hand again. 

After some time, they take a brief break, sitting on a blanket right by the ice in a weird, wintery picnic, each with their own thermos in hand. 

“So you went here often?” Tango fills the silence, nudging his foot against Gem's, the plastic of his skates clacking slightly. 

Gem nods, “As often as my dad took me. Was a nice change of scenery.” She leans her head against his arm and Tango stays utterly still for a moment, safe for his foot swaying from side to side. 

They head back onto the ice for a little bit longer, enjoying the cold air, and the snow gently falling down onto them. 

When the hot beverages don't warm up the cold that has seeped under their skins - one big advantage of usually going to the rink - and they pack up, walking back to the car in a comfortable silence.

Tango's gloved hand reaches out for Gem’s, thumb stroking over her palm and being met with a squeeze in return. 

“I can drive home if you like,” Tango offers, as the car comes slowly into view, thankfully not too snowed in. 

Gem shakes her head, leaning a little more into him as they walk. “It's fine. I planned the day, I'll see it through”

Even with her scarf covering the loser parts of her face, he can see her smile, squeezing her hand in reply. 

He's looking forward to getting home, warming up, and just doing nothing for the rest of his day off. 

–

As Gem showers, Tango gets the both of them some hot chocolate - a nice treat now that they're indoors again. 

It doesn't take long till he hears the soft noise of Gem's steps on the hardwood floor, then arms wrap around him from behind, the heavy weight of her head resting on his shoulder, the slightly wet curls of her hair tickling the scruff on his cheek. 

“All warmed up now?” He asks, pouring the milk carefully into the mugs in front of him. 

Gem hums right at his ear and Tango has to physically resist shuddering. “Could be warmer.”

Her hand purposefully ghosts over his chest, feeling the softness of it in her palm. 

Once he sits the pot down, Tango turns himself around, only to have Gem right against him. 

Gem who is only wearing a loose shirt and her underpants. Gem who has her hands on his sides immediately, leaning in to briefly kiss his cheek. 

She knows what she's doing to him and Tango still can't believe that this has been his life for how many months now?

He swallows, grey eyes trailing from her neck, to her shoulder, all the way down to her very exposed legs. “Couch,” is all Tango manages to press out. 

With the hot chocolate cooling and forgotten, Gem pulls Tango onto the seat of the couch, his arms bracing on either side of her head to keep his whole weight from laying on her. 

“Gem…” He doesn't even know what he wants to say, so instead Tango just leans in and kisses her. 

The soft gesture quickly turns more clumsily as Gem pulls on his shirt, clearly wanting it gone. 

The kiss breaks for just a moment as fabric is pulled over his head, Gem's eager hands not very helpful but instead brushing over his arm, his shoulder and chest again, exploring greedily. 

Tango meets her skin again with a similar eagerness, first the corner of her mouth, then her jaw. He can hear her sigh as his beard scruff scratches along the soft skin of her neck. 

These noises make him grind his hips down, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against the soft, sleek one of Gem's panties and Tango's mind is already 3 steps ahead of himself. 

He slows himself slightly, drawing a complaint out of Gem but that only lasts until the kisses he now peppers along her neck turn into gentle nibbles. 

Her hands, now resting on Tango's arms, tense slightly in anticipation and he takes that as his sign to keep going. 

The bites aren't meant to hurt, instead the repeated motion just leaves the faintest marks that he smoothes over with gentler kisses again. 

“Tango” Gem starts but a gentle hiss interrupts her when he bites down again. “Tango, I don't wanna wear a scarf all week” There's a hint of laughter in her voice, not really stopping him.

“Hm,” he pulls back just enough to slide lower, this time paying attention to Gem's shoulder, leaving a mark of his teeth there while his hands are already pushing the soft fabric of her shirt up, large palms resting on her chest, thumb playing with her hardening nipple. 

Tango drinks in all the noises he's learned to draw out of Gem, just the way to squeeze and tease her while his own hips slowly grind down for the delicious friction that he craves. 

His mouth travels along the slim bit of exposed skin of her shoulder, leaving behind blooming marks of his teeth until this isn't enough. 

One hand gets replaced by his mouth, first slowly kissing and gently scraping his teeth over the skin just above her breasts before finally getting his mouth on her. 

A look up shows Gem, her head hitting the pillow, eyes pressed shut as her hand comes to rest on Tango's head. Every moan and whimper noise just encourages him, gently sucking for a few moments before Gem's hand pushes down on his bald head, urging him lower. “Please.”

Pulling back with one last kiss, Tango smiles against her skin as he drifts lower, hands over her soft stomach, mapping it with both, his palms and his lips. 

Now there are only a few, gentler nibbles, all of them making Gem's core tense up, accompanied by gasps and more urgently pushing his head lower.

His trail passes over her underwear, pressing kisses along as he goes, but just to tease her, he drops lower, sliding down further so his face is level with her thighs. 

Teeth come down again on the sensitive skin. 

“God I hate you” The words are more than just a little breathless. 

“Hmm” Tango hums, lips on her inner thighs, now that Gem is spreading her legs for him. “Bet you do.”

With the new surface revealed, Tango continues his mix of kissing and biting, while one hand rests over Gem’s core, gently pressing his thumb down against the fabric. 

Tango gets lost in the noises above, the soft skin below, the sweet scent that's so close. He closes his eyes for a minute, just focusing on his own movements and what they do to Gem. 

Only when her urging keeps going for too long, now moving her hips against his hand, her own trying to pull Tango up the slightest bit, does he give in. 

At first just with a few open mouthed kisses along the dark fabric, feeling how wet it already is before his fingers push it to the side, teasing her now exposed folds instead. 

There's a relieved sigh above him and while part of him wants to keep teasing Gem, his own need to taste her is winning out. 

One finger pushes in letting her feel the slight stretch before he presses more kisses right next to where Gem wants it, all while his finger starts pumping in and out. 

The grip on his head tightens, only encouraging him more, finding a rhythm that works, between his mouth and his hand. 

His free hand is splayed across Gem's thigh, trailing his thumb across the bite marks he left there. 

Eventually, the wet fabric is too much in his way, as he fully leans into her, so Tango briefly pulls away, pulling his fingers out too, earning a whine of protest from Gem that he quickly soothes once her panties were pulled down her legs, only to be discarded on the living room floor. 

Immediately Tango returns, his time fully letting himself have her, his beard scratching across her soft skin as he holds her legs. 

Gems strong calves wrapping around his back just to pull him in more, hips grinding up to meet every movement of his tongue. 

One hand moves up to gently stroke across her stomach, feeling it tense up more and more, before Tango switches to using his fingers again to get Gem there. 

The moans intensify and Gem's hips grind against his face, her whole body tense as she cums. 

Slowly he stops the pumping motions of his fingers, still feeling her clench and unclench around them, as he peppers softer kisses onto less sensitive skin while Gem catches her breath. 

Tango sits up, looking down at her face, flushed and slightly sweaty, eyes still closed in bliss and a slightly proud smile finds its way onto his face. 

His hand gently rubs along the marks he left, giving her enough time to recover before helping her sit up. 

“Come here,” Tango pulls her in, but not before kicking his own pants off, leaving him in just his underwear while Gem remains only in her shirt, now sitting in his lap. 

Instantly, his lips find the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, nibbling on the skin again as his own hardness presses against her ass. 

Tango isn't in a rush, it is just enough to feel her flushed skin, heated from her orgasm, against his own. 

A breathless giggle above him, as his beard rasps against her skin more, making him chuckle too. Now he repeats the motion, this time on purpose. 

“Stop, stop” Gem laughs, gently pushing his face away but she has a big smile on her face. “Don't need a beard rash in two spots.”

Tango meets that with a sigh, before she shuts him up by kissing him.

That already would've been more than enough, his hand on her stomach, holding her close, her lips on his. 

But Gem's hips start grinding down on him, her wetness spreading over his shorts now, mixed with his own excitement. 

“My love, please,” Tango murmurs against her lips and Gem turns so she's fully facing him, one leg on each side of his thighs. 

His hands reflexively come to rest on her hips as she lifts herself briefly to remove the last bit of fabric between them. 

Then she sinks down on Tango's hard member, breathing out heavily at the stretch. 

He lets her set the pace, waiting until she's fully seated and ready. 

It is already perfect, her incredibly wet warmth enveloping him, wrapped around and clenching down. 

Tango needs to bury his face in her neck, too flushed, needing to ground himself, especially when Gem starts to move. 

Slowly at first, only rising up a little, Tango helping her with his hands on her hips, encouraging her for more. 

Eventually they fall into a rhythm that works and has Tango gasping for air against her skin. “Fuck, Gem.” 

More kisses trailed along her shoulder and neck. “Feels so good.” Words murmured against her skin. 

Gem's hands wrap around his neck, her hips grinding down, soft moans spilling from her own lips, louder when one of Tango's hands finds her nipples again. 

The way she clenches down on him hits Tango harder than anticipated and he doesn't last long, feeling his climax wash over him. 

His grip on her hip tightens as he pushes her down, fully seating her so he can feel all of Gem as his balls tighten up and he spills his load with a few low grunts that ebb into heavy breathing right against her soft skin. 

He holds her in place, needing any movement to cease in fear of how sensitive he is and knowing how much Gem enjoys dragging those more ragged moans out of him. 

But for now she stays like this, the last of Tango's throbbing turning into him softening inside her as Gem now places gentle kisses on his cheek and the corner of his open mouth. 

It takes Tango another moment or two to gather himself, to fully focus on the pretty, young face smiling at him, a little less flushed now than he is. 

When Tango gathers his voice again, all he can ask is, “Another shower?”

Tango feels wildly uncomfortable, in his fancy suit that he doesn't really get out of the closet that often. The last time was probably when he and Skizz went to that one really fancy casino two years ago?

It doesn't help that he feels absolutely lost at a function like this but of course he wanted to come. After all, Gem placed second in the regional competition and got invited to this quasi-gala to celebrate all the competitors and her placement.

Taking a few days off work wasn't an issue, and the hotel they're staying at, where the function is hosted, is nice enough that they extended their stay into a long weekend getaway. After checking in yesterday, Tango took Gem out for dinner and they walked through town for a bit. It's their first actual vacation together, if it can be counted as that, Tango noticed on the way back.

The next morning is first lazily spent in bed, Gem flopping down on top of Tango, his hands firmly placed on her hips, rubbing soft circles over the tiniest bit of exposed skin on her waist, his mouth gently mapping her jaw and finding her lips again and again. He could hold her like this the whole weekend, order the overpriced room service and have his hands trail over every part of Gem's body.

But this isn't what they're here for, and as perfect of a plan as it sounds, their peace has to come to an end when Gem needs to start getting ready. Tango debates still staying wrapped up in the comfortable sheets, but seeing Gem smile at him while she leans against the doorframe of the bathroom, her sleep shirt, one of Tango's old, worn soft ones, and a pair of shorts that leaves her legs exposed is already enough to convince him to get up. Still, Gem asks, "care to join me?"

Tango would be a fool to say no, already half way there, taking the hand Gem is reaching out now, letting her pull him into the small room. Their clothes are discarded quickly, Tango's hands now finally getting their wish of feeling all of Gem, as they move towards the shower, letting it cover them in hot water and steam.

He pulls Gem's body against himself, the fit familiar against his own shape. Under the guise of washing her off, he brushes over her shoulder, her chest and arms before resting his hands on her hips again, kissing her.

Of course his own arousal stirs, it has since they woke up, not helped by Gem on top of him and even less so by feeling her naked body now. Tango sighs into the kiss, grinding his groin against her, letting the sensation wash over him.

His hands travel lower, now on her perfect ass, pulling her even closer against himself, getting a breathy little noise out of Gem. Unable to stop himself from smiling into the kiss he enjoys all the sensations, the way her curves fill his palms, the water streaming down onto them and down his back, and the way Gem is pressed against his chest, leaving no space between them.

A gentle nibble on her lip, "I want you." Actually there's nothing else he'd rather have right now.

Of course, Gem is smiling, while grinding her body against his, the friction making this experience all the more heavenly.

Her words though, are a harsh reminder of reality. "We don't have a lot of time," she contemplates. "When we get back? Wanna take my time."

Tango would never say no to her.

Despite that, neither stop the slow grinding, making out under the stream of water. His patience is fraying under every teasing touch of Gem's fingers on his body, along his sides of the inside of his arm.

When her arms wrap around his neck, Tango takes that as the go ahead to lift her up just enough, back against the glass wall of the shower. Despite the water he can feel how wet Gem is, his hips moving in short thrusts, just letting himself feel her without pushing in. That can wait until after the celebration, even if it kills him a little to not just angle himself differently and push in, just to feel her.

Restraining himself, instead just focusing on the easy glide, the warmth of her core and the way her lips part for him, letting his tongue explore, is more than he could ever ask for.

It's difficult eventually pulling back, but there is the slightest shiver to Gem. Looking at her, Tango realizes the hot water has been steadily hitting pretty much only his back, leaving Gem's body to cool off.

He mumbles a quick, "sorry" against her lips and lets her down, feet planted safely on the shower floor and immediately swapping places with her.

The rest of the shower Tango peppers kisses along her shoulder, letting Gem instruct him when to use which hair product, all while getting to feel her hands on himself. The occasional brush over his head, a squeeze of his hand.

Any shower with Gem takes about 4 times longer than it would alone but it is worth every second.

Being a gentleman, Tango gets out first, quickly drying himself off while Gem gets to enjoy the heat a bit more, then getting two towels ready for her - one for her hair and one for her body. He's learning, has been for the past few months.

After putting his glasses back on, he wraps her up, gives her a quick kiss on her hairline and slips out of the room, leaving her to get ready in peace.

Tango doesn't need too long to get ready, unpacking his shirt, pants, tie and jacket. After a moment of struggling with his tie it all sits just fine.

While Gem takes her sweet time getting ready in the bathroom, he scrolls through his phone, the tiny bit of social media he uses and the results of a hockey game he was mildly interested in.

Once Gem calls him over to hand her a small purple bag, and another time to bring her the dress she packed. Both times Tango's eyes drink in the sight of his girlfriend, just wrapped in one of those fuzzy hotel towels.

Eventually Gem emerges, Tango has lost track of how long he's been sitting in the chair, ready and waiting but he could never complain, not even jokingly, when he sees her like this. "Wow. You look... Beautiful" it feels like the understatement of the century but Tango has never been the best with words.

It's a black dress, hugging her figure perfectly, her cleavage exposed just enough to leave Tango wanting to peel it off her. But his eyes keep darting down to her leg, her left leg being nearly fully exposed, all the way to her upper thigh.

"Can we just stay in?" He asks, with a cheeky smile on his face when he hears Gem's laugh.

"You'll get to peel me out of this soon enough."

She steps closer, one hand coming up to straighten his tie, then further up to rest on his cheek in an affectionate gesture. Tango doesn't understand how he's gotten this lucky but he stopped questioning it for the most part at least a month ago.

His lips find hers briefly. "I'd hope so."

Reluctantly, Tango takes a step back, "Shall we get it over with then?" There's a hint of a chuckle in his voice. He's glad he can be here with Gem even if an evening like this might be really really low on his list of perfect ways to spend a night.

"Wait, I've got something for you before we go." Gem lets go of him entirely, cramming through her small suitcase for a few moments before presenting Tango with a small jewelry box that makes his heart stop.

As if to read his mind, Gem laughs. "I'm not proposing, don't worry. It's a gift."

She's still laughing while opening the cover to reveal a brooch in the shape of a deer.

Like her costume for this season on the ice.

There is something so sweet about this that makes Tango reach out and gently touch it.

"I love it. Thank you." His tone is as genuine as it can get while Gem moves to attach it to his jacket.

The idea that they're matching, that everyone in attendance will know he's there with Gem just because of this is getting an almost nervous laugh out of Tango.

Everyone there will have seen Gem skate and give it her very best, deer antlers on her head and now he's here with her. Matching.

Before he can get lost inside his own head, Gem takes his arm and pulls ever so gently, "You look very handsome.” A smile on her lips, a kiss to his scruffy cheek before she tugs on him again. “Come on, let's go."

There's a long table with drinks and a few quick but fancy looking snacks one one side and another one on the other side, reserved for eating once dinner arrives. A few people are seated already but most are in between, talking. Some are laughing, sharing stories, and congratulating each other.

Tango knows no one, not even having talked much to the people Gem is often with. Under any other circumstances Tango would avoid going here, unable to imagine a worse way to spend an expensive weekend away, except maybe meeting her parents for the first time. But this may be cutting it close.

Because now Tango is painfully aware of how this looks. Gem, beautiful and talented, silver medalist of the regional competition and her 14 years older boyfriend Tango.

He swallows hard and Gem gives his arm, still interlocked with hers, a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

The plan for the evening is immediately clear, Tango will stick by her side, make some polite conversation and then, as soon as they can, as soon as Gem gets her fill of celebrations, head back upstairs.

With a flute of champagne in hand, Gem introduces him to a few people, not even batting an eye when she mentions he's her boyfriend. Tango remains nice and polite, if a little tense but one or two of the people in attendance give him a certain look.

Either Gem doesn't notice, or more likely, doesn't care, and as the evening progresses and one glass turns into two, Tango eases up.

The conversation with one of the people he's seen at the rink and with Gem quite a few times, Cleo, he thinks, gets interrupted at the call for dinner. They find their seats and it's nice to have something to focus on.

But said focus quickly shifts away from the wine glass in his hand, and the delicious looking steak in front of him, to Gem's leg, firmly pressed against him below the table.

The gesture that might be intended as affectionate changes quickly into something else when Tango feels a soft touch on his knee. A moment later, Gem apparently equally as impatient as Tango himself, the hand slides up higher on his thigh.

The white table cloth covers the activity perfectly and Tango is hoping that his poker face holds up especially when he feels the faint touch of Gem's fingers on the inside of his thigh.

His leg that was bouncing on its own just a moment ago is now completely still, savoring every bit of contact, even if it feels like it burns him.

When Gem's hand travels just a bit too high up, he tenses up, voice just a bit higher in pitch with a muttered warning, "Gem."

The younger woman meanwhile, hand still dangerously close to his crotch, smiles all innocently, as if nothing was happening. "Hm, you alright, Tango? Or don't like the food?"

For a moment he just focuses on acting normal and not like a wreck at what might as well just be a banquet. But there is no escape, Gem having seemingly set her mind to driving him insane exactly now.

At least he isn't the only one affected apparently - Gem leans more against his side, close enough so he can smell her shampoo. The touch feels electric, her hands never leaving his legs even when she talks to the person beside her.

Tango can’t even focus on just listening to their conversation, much less contributing. The best he can do is actually eat his dinner while trying not to get lost in the feeling of Gem’s hand casually brushing over his crotch.

He flinches at the first initial touch there, then looks around in a brief moment of panic to check if anyone noticed, as if that makes it any less conspicuous.

Gem isn’t even looking over at him, still busy with her own plate and having polite conversation about a certain jump or something, Tango isn’t quite sure.

When the gentle touch of her fingertips turns into something more, applying more pressure, leaving Tango to bite his tongue to hold back the noise that threatens to escape him.

His hand catches Gem’s wrist, keeping her from making it worse but some backwards part of his brain also doesn’t remove it entirely.

This at least gets Gem to look at him but Tango doesn’t even know what to say because he doesn’t want her to stop. But between the slight discomfort of his clothes, the way his pants now sit a little too tight and the dozens of strangers around them scramble his thoughts too much.

But Gem knows what she’s doing to him, with her knowing smile.

She does take mercy on him and instead just rests her hand on his inner thigh now for the rest of dinner leaving Tango to at least finish his food. He’d much rather skip it and head back to their room, but it would be a slight travesty because it is really good food and he doesn’t want to cut the evening short.

Once they’re finished, everyone goes right back to mingling, but instead of joining them, Gem uses the opportunity to lead Tango out of there. They don’t take the main exit of the venue, instead Gem opens a door off to the side into a quiet hallway, looking around as she pulls Tango with her.

They make it about five steps before they physically cannot keep their hands off each other, Tango’s hand snaking up Gem’s arm, pulling her back against him, nearly causing her to trip in her heels.

“Sorry,” He apologizes while leaning in to kiss her, Gem chuckling.

“Don’t apologize, just-” She cuts her own sentence off with a needy kiss, meeting his lips. Hers open easily for Tango letting him feel the warmth of her mouth, the slightest buzz from the alcohol making him focus only on Gem for at least a moment before his conscience sets in again. 

Unable to shake the worry, he breaks the kiss. “Someone could walk by.”

Enough of the catering staff, Tango thinks, has walked by here earlier. Or any of the other guests taking the wrong exit.

“No one will.” Gem tries to reassure him but she can see that Tango isn’t convinced enough.

With her hands still on his jacket, unwilling to let go, Gem looks around and guides them to a room close by. They both stand still for a few moments, making sure they don’t accidentally crash some other party, before trying the door handle. It’s open and before Tango can question whether this is a good idea or not, they’re inside, the door falling shut behind them.

It’s a meeting room, tables, chairs, a projector and a white board in the room. No one will need this room in the next few hours.

This is enough for the anxiety in his system to get replaced with pure want.

Gem has been looking absolutely stunning all evening and every time she was talking to someone, laughing, Tango physically couldn’t take his eyes off her.

The only thing better than Gem in this dress might be the thought of getting her out of it.

Moving in tandem they reach one of the wooden tables, Tango guiding her to sit on top of it, lips moving from her lips to her jaw and throat. The noise Gem makes, this breathy little laugh just makes Tango want her more.

Her arms wrap around his neck, using it to pull his body closer while sliding to the very edge of the table, legs now wrapping around his middle.

She’s been driving him insane with every touch all evening and this might just be too much.

Nearly whimpering, he whispers her name against her skin, only to have Gem’s cute giggle in his ear in response.

Never having been more motivated, he tries to draw more noises out from her, his beard rubbing against the soft skin of her neck as he lowers his head to press a kiss to her shoulder.

Hands on her hips they work together in needy movements of grinding Gem against him, the arousal from earlier even more noticeable now.

This time Tango doesn’t have to hold back his groan.

“Want to taste you. Can I?” The words are raspy and filled with a desperation that has been building since they woke up this morning. “Please?”

Seeing Gem’s smile is enough for Tango to immediately get onto his knees, feeling the rough carpet through the fabric but his world narrows down to the view of Gem’s thighs in front of him.

Her legs are already exposed on one side and ever so carefully he bunches up the longer end and pushes them up, leaving Gem exposed up to her hips.

Making sure Gem can feel every brush of his beard as he trails his lips up, Tango uses one hand on her other thigh to part her legs further.

Gem easily works with him, unable to hide her own eagerness from Tango as her legs come to rest on his shoulders, urging him just the last bit closer.

Finally he arrives at what they both want, but instead of getting rid of the last remaining piece of fabric Tango brushes his thumb against her through it, before replacing it with open mouthed kisses. There is already a hint of Gem’s taste on her panties and it was definitely already damp beforehand.

Above him, he can hear Gem take in a sharp breath. Normally Tango might enjoy taking his time some more but they shouldn’t take longer for this than necessary, before anyone notices Gem’s brief absence.

While his mouth already presses against her with eager movements, Tango’s hand moves up to her waist, fingers now hooked and slowly working her underwear down, leaning back only as long as necessary.

After the briefest of moments of appreciating the sight in front of him, Tango knows he has to get his lips on there again. 

Gem’s moan is only adding fuel to his every lap, gently sucking on her sweet spot until he feels the legs around him clench.

He doesn’t stop until he hears Gem whine his name; With Gem’s hands on his head urging him closer, or trying to gain distance when it got too much, Tango has been learning every bit of her.

Giving her a quick respite, he rests his head on her thigh, looking up to see Gem’s flushed face, while feeling a hand cradle his cheek.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he smiles, which earns him a breathless laugh.

“I can tell.”

That’s enough to make Tango want to keep going immediately. Before Gem pulls her hand away, she goes to remove his glasses, careful not to smudge them, having learned the hard way how grumpy Tango can get about that minor annoyance. 

She doesn’t even have time to fully fold them up and place them besides her when Tango’s finger starts playing with her opening, his lips already on her again.

With his eyes closed, just taking in her heavy breathing and moaning, the hand on the back of his head, the flood of taste in his mouth, Tango gets lost in it.

He doesn’t know how long he spends like this before pushing in a second finger, curling them just enough to make Gem whine again.

Pulling them out feels mean, and he’s practically able to picture Gem’s little pout without even needing to look up, but he makes up for it with his mouth.

With one firm pull, she angles her just the slightest bit differently so he can fully get his mouth on her, tasting every bit of slick.

Now his thumb returns to play with her clit, as much as he can manage with how Gem is trembling and pushing against him eagerly.

It all culminates when the trembling turns into the tensing of muscles, her hand pushing against the back of his head. Gem definitely isn’t quiet as she cums and hopefully no poor soul is walking through the empty hallway outside the door to hear them.

Tango lets her ride it out for as long as she needs to, lapping up every bit of her that he can until Gem’s hand starts pushing him away.

He licks his lips before grinning up at her, any teasing remark dying on his tongue as he sees her in the low light the hallway provides, the flush undeniable in her face, the slightest sheen of sweat on her skin.

“Good?” Is all he manages to ask, before taking his fingers to his lips and quickly cleaning them, knowing that Gem is staring at him while catching her breath.

She doesn’t give him a direct reply, instead tugging on his jacket to get Tango to come up to her, eagerly kissing him the moment he’s close enough.

Tango’s legs and his lower back ache from kneeling for who knows how long but every second of this is worth it.

Every noise, the feeling of Gem tugging more at his jacket until he fully shrugs it off.

Gem pulls away from the kiss, biting her lip, “My turn now. Sit down.”

Early on he would’ve maybe protested, or at least tell her she doesn’t need to, that he can wait until they get upstairs, but it’s not like it would make any difference. If Gem has made her mind up about something like this, there is very little that can stop her.

In the few seconds that Tango needs to take her place, leaning against the table, rather than sitting on it, Gem fully shrugs her panties off from where they were hanging low at her knees. As she bends down to get them over her shoes, with her dress still bunched up, he gets a more than lovely view of her ass that has him biting his lips.

Tango has been hard in his pants pretty much the entire time, the evidence more than visible in his pants.

When Gem turns around she’s still grinning with the same cheeky expression as before, lowering herself down with one hand on his thigh, the other firmly planted on his erection, a mirror to Tango just moments before.

“Hey, handsome,” Gem giggles, head on Tango’s thigh while palming him.

His voice is right between a shaky laugh and a whine, “Gem. Please.” With how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest, Tango is sure Gem can not only feel what she’s doing to him but also hear it, so why hold back any pleas at this point.

For a moment he can see Gem consider, but maybe she’s aware of how long ago they’ve been gone, because her hand finds his belt, working precisely to unbuckle it.

Meanwhile Tango’s own hand finds her hair, careful not to ruin the work she put into it while gently dragging his fingers through the soft strands to ground himself.

Gem works quickly on removing his pants, just low enough to leave him exposed. 

Before he can do or think anything, Gem’s hand is wrapped around his shaft, angling him just so that she can drip some spit right onto him.

The sight alone is enough to make anyone weak but the moment he can feel the wet sensation on him, Tango’s legs actually give out. His hand lets go of her hair, instead needing to steady himself more on the table.

To Gem apparently this sight is more than enough of a reward, the delighted smile on her face not stopping when she starts pumping her hand.

Tango switches between looking down, looking away and pressing his eyes close, but nothing helps him shake the image of this woman on her knees in front of him.

He can already feel himself leak. While Gem just started, he’s been eager to feel her all day.

Thankfully she doesn’t make him wait much longer, instead spreading her spit evenly across him with every stroke. 

To keep himself from bucking towards her too much, he grabs the corner of the table, focusing on the tight grip, not wanting to spill almost immediately.

It only gets harder when Gem’s lip brushes against his tip, not entirely giving him what he wants, just the idea of it, waiting for Tango to be the one to push for it.

His voice is higher than he’d like, breathless as he calls for her, “Gem.”

The desperation wins out just a moment later, his hip moving on its own, forwards, so he can feel the wet warmth of her mouth and the pressure of her lips wrapped tightly around him.

The rest of Gem’s hand keeps jerking him off, not moving to take more into her mouth than his head but every thrust is accompanied by curious movements of her tongue.

This is all enough to already make Tango feel his impending orgasm.

With barely enough willpower he taps against Gem’s shoulder and immediately she pulls back, looking up at the man panting above her, barely able to hold it together.

Her eyes are already asking if he’s alright, which only makes Tango’s heart pound faster.

“Too much, too fast,” his hand comes to rest on her head again now that he doesn’t have to hold on for dear life anymore. He brushes a strand of red hair out of her face and gently tucks it behind her ear.

Of course this earns him a laugh, and he can already feel the tease coming, “Need a break old man?”

It doesn’t sting, not when it comes from Gem, but regardless he’s shaking his head in disapproval but there is an incredibly fond smile on his lips. Mindful of Gem’s glasses, he moves his hand to hold her cheek. “Watch it.” His tone isn’t as sharp as he’s pretending it to be. Then, softer, he adds, “Just wanna make sure I can still feel you.”

This is enough to make Gem get up, hand on his chest now. Tango half expects this to end in a kiss, then getting dressed and heading back to the party, but then Gem’s fingers work on loosening his tie, discarding it next to Tango where his glasses are folded up. Next she works on undoing the top two buttons, exposing the flush that spreads from his chest.

Gem’s hand keeps pushing against his chest until Tango hops onto the table, pulling Gem with him. Straddling his lap with her knees on either side, she pulls her dress up more before settling down. Immediately, Tango can feel her wet folds against himself.

With how hard he is, Tango easily slides into Gem, both gasping at the sensation. She feels absolutely perfect.

After giving her a moment to adjust, he feels Gem’s hips grind against his and with the angle they’re in, Tango helps her with firm hands on her hips. Together they find a rhythm, slow, feeling every movement in its entirety.

The need to kiss her again turns into an open mouthed exploration as they lose themselves in each other.

If this wasn’t some hastily found empty meeting room, this could be incredibly romantic.

Feeling every clench around him and swallowing every sound Gem makes has Tango approach the edge again at rapid speeds.

He pulls back, a string of spit still connecting their lips, “Close again,” he admits.

“Cum inside me.” It’s a suggestion, one that Tango was never meant to resist.

He only lasts a few thrusts more, his entire body tensing up as he holds Gem close, burying his face in her hair while he spills inside her.

Gem moves a few more times, her face nestled against Tango’s neck now. When coming to a stop, she punctuates everything with a kiss right there.

For a few moments neither of them moves. Tango can feel himself go soft inside her, a mess now running down Gem’s thigh and onto his own. The only noise is their breathing and the very faint steps of someone walking down the hall.

There is this infectious smile on Gem’s face that pulls Tango along with it. They’re both messy with spit and cum, giddy with the whole rush of it. How can Tango not kiss her now?

But eventually Gem starts to get up and Tango helps her until he’s sure she’s steady in her heels. 

He hadn’t even noticed when she placed her purse on one of the desks, fishing out a few tissues before handing Tango the rest of the package. “Damage control, huh?” He jokes lamely, as he takes them, still glad to see Gem smile even at that.

Tango wipes his face, his beard having caught most of the slick mess, then his hands and thighs so he at least doesn’t have to feel it run down his legs when he finally pulls his pants up again and rights his shirt.

When he looks up again, Gem is dropping her tissues in one of the bins nearby, her dress now fixed.

The fondness in his expression keeps him distracted long enough not to realize that Gem is packing his tie into her small purse before she shoots him another grin while biting her lip.

“Gem, I need that. Or do you want everyone to know what we snuck off for?” Tango couldn’t sound any less scolding right now.

She steps closer, hands on the collar of his shirt, adjusting it for him before handing him his glasses. “You look good like this though.” And just like that, all protest dies. Let the people think, it’s going to be fine.

“Lets at least get cleaned up before we go back?” That’s all he can reason for.

They both head to nearby bathrooms, getting at least a little bit cleaned up. Tango washes his face and drinks some of the water, suddenly feeling dehydrated.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he debates at least buttoning his shirt up again, knowing full well that Gem won’t return the tie until they are back in their hotel room. Quickly though, he disregards that idea, thinking back to Gem’s smile.

Tango is back first at the function so he busies himself with a drink in his hand, waiting around until the door opens again, Gem stepping into the room, unnoticed and making her way towards him.

“Hi,” he smiles fondly at her, once she’s close enough.

They get interrupted by someone tapping Gem’s shoulder, Tango only half listening, eyes still only on his partner, as she gets a congratulatory bouquet handed because apparently they missed some part of the celebration.

Tango wraps an arm loosely around Gem’s waist, just wanting to have her close.

They only stay for a little longer before it’s socially acceptable to bid their goodbyes and head back for the night.

Once the door closes behind them, Tango helps Gem settle on the bed as she complains about her heels killing her before going down on his knees to help her out of them, a hand trailing up her calf.

As soon as they are discarded he moves up, taking the long fabric of the dress with him as his palms travel up. “This is what I’ve been looking forward to all day. Getting you out of this.” He murmurs.

“Only if I get to return the favor.” Gem drives a hard bargain but how could he ever say no to her?

A hand reaches to the open back of her dress, a detail he hasn’t appreciated enough today, as he helps her lift it over her head, leaving her in just her underwear in jewellery.

Tango doesn’t get much of a chance to drink in the sight as Gem gets up and takes his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor around them. Her hands work slowly on every button until the white fabric hangs open on Tango’s frame.

Before he can even think of a joke, soft hands trail underneath it, along his sides and up his chest until it eventually joins the other garment on the floor.

For the second time today, Gem undoes his belt. Using his hands on her waist to steady himself, Tango kicks off his own shoes, leaving it just for Gem to pull his pants down until he can step out of them.

Now both just left in the minimum amount of clothes, Tango steps forwards, until Gem falls backwards onto the bed, taking him with her.

XX95 - 4th Month

The days on FSH-59, the space station orbiting a small planet below, go by calmly and quietly for Tango. Even if it already has been several months since his most recent transfer. And again, he’s having a hard time meeting people. It’s not a small station, a team of 34, with some people from corporate visiting every once in a while. About half of them are scientists, researching the fuel that’s being harvested below, the rest just purely for upkeep of the station. And Tango’s job as the lead engineer on site, is part of that. Making sure the machines on the planet and on the station are running.

And right now he’s heading towards one of the labs, a group of scientists in their pristine lab coats walking past him without a greeting. Inside the main lab there is only one person left. A young alien woman with pink skin and flowery red hair. Flowery in the literal sense, even if her mood doesn’t seem to reflect that. Tango recognizes her as one of the lab interns.

“Hi. I, uh, got called over? One of the machines broke?” His tone is cautious and his tail flickers behind him to reflect that.

“Yeah, the destabilizer shut down and won’t turn on.” She explains, pointing at the large device next to her.

“Right, so I can save myself the question of whether you tried turning it off and on again?” Tango cringes at his own words but to his surprise she’s smiling, the sharp, plant-like lips curl into a smile that Tango returns before turning to the machine, quickly glancing if it’s actually plugged in. In a team of several scientists it shouldn’t happen this often that someone accidentally unplugs one of the machines and forgets to plug it in again after. For safety reasons, he tugs on the cord until it pops out of the socket.

But when that isn’t the case he crouches down near the back of the device and pops open the maintenance panel. “So, they left the intern to babysit the mechanic?” The words are lighthearted but it’s clearly hitting a sore spot, going by the sigh and tapping noise behind him. Smoothly he tries to switch the topic while staring at the cables as if they’ll tell him what’s wrong. “I’m Tango by the way. I’ve seen you around the station.” He’s not quite sure exactly why he keeps up the conversation, he could just work in silence, get this thing to work again and hopefully have a free evening without any more emergency fixes.

“Gem,” is all she provides at first but it seems like Tango isn’t the only one who wants to fill the silence. “Whole team decided to call it a day but someone needs to make sure you don’t start messing with the samples.” Tango can practically hear her roll her eyes.

He hums to himself, hands now busy fiddling with the cables. At least his flaming hair always has the practical side effect of lighting up whatever he’s working on.

“Let the newbie do all the work, eh? Been there. Even if technically you’re not that new, right?” The smalltalk comes a bit easier now, even if Tango really hopes he won’t upset her further.

“Nearly 5 months on the satellite, had another two of training on a different site.” Tango turns towards Gem. “Hey, I’ve only been here for 6 months. You got seniority here.” He’s grinning now, especially when it makes Gem laugh. “Only seniority I actually have here is my old man bonus which you don’t want, trust me.” He’s rubbing the back of his neck.

“But I also got good news, a cable frayed slightly in here, should be a quick fix for now before I can replace it after hours with a new one. So you’re good to go soon”

While working with the electrical tape he tries to act at least a bit reassuring. “It sucks now but once you’re out of the shitty intern phase it will get better. You got a smart head on your shoulders.”

This earns him a scoffed laugh. “Yeah. Right. At this point I don’t think they ever want me to move up from being an intern. And why would they? I do all the annoying work for practically no pay.” The frustration in Gem’s voice is more than clear. “They dangle the chance in front of me but at this point I don’t think it’s gonna happen.”

Tango doesn’t know what to say to that but Gem sighs, apologizing. “Sorry, shouldn’t let this out on you. I just think you’re the first non-human I’ve talked to in months. Thought you might get it” Oh, so that’s where the issue lies. Gem isn’t wrong, there are practically no other aliens working the station except them and one guy working in IT that pokes his head into the halls even less often than Tango does.

“No, no, I get it. Can be frustrating,” he agrees, finishing up the fix of the cable, checking for any remaining issues with the other cords. “You wanna talk about it?” A quick look over his shoulder shows Gem sitting down on top of one of the tables, watching him, her green eyes standing out with the pink tones of her skin and the white-gray of her lab coat and the tight suits everyone is wearing. 

He can see Gem hesitate before she sighs again. “Every day it is Gem do this, do that. Go grab those samples from the hanger. No, the other ones. And then pretend I don’t hear them talk behind my back.” She is rubbing a flower petal that fell off her hair between two fingers, eyes focused on the movement and not on Tango.

“Always making me come in early. Gem, prepare the samples in the morning.” Her tone is getting more agitated. “And oh Gem, don’t forget to close up when you’re done analyzing that. I work harder than any of them and they’re the ones getting paid and credited for my research at this point. It’s-” She lets out a frustrated groan.

Tango, meanwhile done with the cables, the maintenance hatch closed again, sits on the floor, cross legged and looks up at Gem with a sympathetic smile. He’s not very good at comforting people so he only offers a lame, “Jerkfaces.”

Dropping the petal on the floor, Gem looks at him and somehow still finds it in her to laugh, even if it is laced with frustration. 

After a deep breath that does little to calm her down, Gem keeps going.

Tango gets up from where he is sitting, hesitant to reach out when she seems to be done. He may have been listening to Gem rant for a while but he doesn’t want to overstep. But when Gem makes no sign of leaning away, just her green eyes on him, he gives her a hopefully comforting pat on the arm. “They’re dickheads.” He agrees before awkwardly offering, “If there’s anything I can do to help or you ever just need someone to let all the frustration out on, you can come to me.”

Gem musters him for a moment, then another. The flowers in her hair shift slightly before she responds. “It’s fine, I think I just need to violently squeeze something for a bit.”

“I mean, I’m here.” Tango offers. He doesn’t want to come across as some weird coworker but Gem raises her eyebrows, as if surprised by the offer.

“Are you sure? I’m… I wouldn’t be very gentle”

His reply comes with a shrug. Gem is not exactly built like a bodybuilder, the suits make that quite visible, so how bad could a hug be. “Yeah, sure, do your worst.” Tango chuckles.

A moment later he feels something wrap around his stomach and it’s not Gem’s arms or anything like that. Looking down he sees a vine curling around him, green and pink towards where it comes out of Gem’s hair. Her expression remains unchanged but she’s intently watching Tango. “You yell stop when it’s too much or hold up three fingers, got it?” Her tone is a lot more commanding now.

This is not at all what Tango had in mind when Gem said she needed to squeeze something but he finds himself nodding. Immediately the vine grows tighter, curling up higher, as another one snakes along the floor and up his leg, just below the knee.

One of Tango’s arms is already restricted and a third vine appears from behind Gem and grabs his other arm, lifting it up before curling around it and then, simultaneously, all of them squeeze. Tango can feel the air being pressed out of his lungs and it borders on painful but he sees Gem’s expression, the way her lips curl into a satisfied expression and he lets her get it all out.

Just when he is starting to get light headed and about to tap out, Gem releases some of the tension, but not him. The only part of Tango that can actually move is his tail and that sits entirely still in anticipation.

XX95 - 4th Month

“Need more or all squeezed out?”

Maybe those weren’t wise words when Tango was quite literally stuck in the grasp of a venus flytrap, the long green-pinkish vines still wrapped around his torso, his legs, his arms, leaving him entirely at Gem’s mercy. 

“No.” Comes the immediate reply and Gem squeezes him again, stepping closer until she is reaching out to cup Tango’s face with one hand, feeling the warmth of his skin. “Okay?” she asks and Tango can only nod breathlessly. The vines keep snaking along his body and by now it almost feels like they’re exploring now as her hand falls away again.

Swallowing hard, he manages a quiet, “Gem?” when of the vines brushes over his ass deliberately. Another one sneaks up alongside Tango’s thigh, sending shivers down his spine, despite the sensation only being faint through his cargo pants and the tight suit beneath.

“You can say stop.” Is all she replies, and when Tango doesn’t, the vine at his thigh climbs higher, an embarrassing gasp escaping him.

“You know, there is already something intimate about showing my vines to someone else,” Gem muses as the rounded end of the one around his arm brushes along his face in a gentle gesture, Tango’s long ear twitching under the touch.

With the bit of breathing room he has, Tango takes a shaky breath as he nods. Immediately the vines keep roaming his body, almost greedy in their movements across his suit and it feels almost like they’re right on his skin.

Gem’s hand reaches out and brushes along his neck, causing Tango to lift his chin, exposing more of his skin. When he feels Gem’s lips there, his eyes fall shut, entirely surrendering to her. He can feel the groves in the serrated lips but they’re still soft, nearly as if they’re pulling on his skin.

Tango can feel himself relax, at least right until he feels a short stab in his calf, and another one just below his collarbone. Eyes fluttering open again, he looks down and sees thorn-like tips at the end of the vines piercing his suit and skin.

But as quickly as he noticed the pain, it’s gone again, a soothing warmth spreading instead. His already warm body heats up further as a gentle haze spreads. Before the words can form, Gem explains, her breath still on his neck, “I’m not poisonous. Just making you feel a bit calmer too. Your heart was racing.”

Tango hadn’t even noticed before so he just nods and leans further into Gem’s lips again. The touch feels more intense now, as if Tango’s world narrows down to just the movement against his neck and the squeezing but it suddenly all feels so… nice. He is practically melting into it, Gem holding up his full weight when his legs give out. 

The vines help lift him onto one of the tables, still holding him just slightly too tight, Gem standing in front of him.

With a weak lift of his head, he watches as Gem shrugs off her lab coat, letting it fall to the floor, before she begins to unzip her suit.

The plain white fabric gives way to her rosy skin and while the tight fit of the fabric doesn’t  hide much, Tango can practically feel himself drool as Gem slowly exposes more of her chest and further down to her navel.

Tango can’t help but think that Gem looks perfect, the way her red hair falls down, framing her face, ending just above her breasts. The vines, pink, the closer they get to her skin, still holding him. The hungriness in her green eyes, and how much they contrast to everything else about her.

A vine brushes over his growing bulge a few times, drawing out shaky breaths and a broken groan. His skin feels like he’s burning up more than usually, trying to buck his hips up, wanting more pressure but he is still firmly being held in place.

After a few more moments of suffering from just not enough, Gem’s suit now at her hips, she pulls it down fully, stepping out of it and finally touching Tango.

The vines give way immediately for her hands as they push up his shirt and start undoing his belt.

Tango finds himself thinking that she looks a lot more relaxed like this, focused solely on him, as if he were a lab experiment now.

One of the vines helps tug the pants down fully, down to his thighs and Gem’s hand lands just right where Tango craves her touch.

The grip around him tightens once more, his hands and legs bound entirely, as soft hands feel him up through his suit.

Under normal circumstances, Tango may have been embarrassed by the whimpering noise that comes out, but when it encourages Gem to press down more, to rub across the clothed length, more spill out.

The suit and his underwear below are uncomfortably tight and a wet spot is already beginning to form, the white fabric doing little to hide that.

Gem’s other hand travels lower on herself, all while her gaze remains fully focused on Tango.

In the harsh light of the lab, he can already see slick glistening between her thighs, suddenly unable to look away again. “Like what you see?” Gem teases, a smirk on her face.

When Tango barely manages to nod, Gem climbs up onto the table with him, straddling his thighs now. Now he has an even better view of Gem’s fingers trailing through her wet folds.

Tango looks up at her face just when she pushes a finger in, seeing her gasp, eyes closed for a moment before she’s looking at Tango again.

One hand is splayed out across his chest, steadying herself, while the rest of her body sinks down onto her finger, again and again.

Just watching this is making Tango more desperate, the absence of her touch on his member now more noticeable than before. He manages one half whined, half whispered and fully desperate, “Gem.”

For once his brain is not busy overthinking, even if he should know better, should know how bad this would look if anyone walked in through the probably unlocked door. The lead engineer with a much much younger intern.

But instead, his thoughts are only on Gem’s hips suddenly against his, not quite riding him but instead pulling her hand away and grinding against him.

The friction is incredible, and Tango can feel it with his whole body, as if nothing else matters right now, everything else is a haze.

He can feel Gem’s weight on top of him, the way her folds feel against him. For a moment Tango closes his eyes and lets himself imagine what slipping inside must feel like, before looking back up to Gem, not wanting to miss a single second of this.

The way her breathing is getting more and more labored, matching his own.

It is almost as if Tango can not only hear how wet she is, but also feel it through the suit, but that might just come from how close he is. And looking up at Gem, her normally pink skin has a flushed hue of red to it now, doesn’t make it any easier.

Every brush of her body against his is sending him closer and closer. Tango’s cock is straining, and he wants to move his hips up to meet Gem’s so badly.

The friction is enough to send him over the edge.

The intense feeling of Gem and the release flowing through him drags out a groan from Tango as his knot swells and he stains the inside of his underwear with his release.

For a few seconds every movement, every brush of Gem against him lights Tango on fire, a whimper escaping as it borders on too much. His tail is tensing up when the rest of his body can’t, entirely boneless beneath her.

“Too much,” is all he can whine and almost instantly Gem lifts herself off Tango’s spent member, the suit now wet with her slick and Tango’s cum.

He is panting, just watching, mesmerized as Gem’s fingers start pumping into her again. And she’s looking at him, getting off to the sight of Tango in her grasp, blissed out. The heady feeling of someone like Gem, young, smart, beautiful, looking down at Tango like this is slowly pushing through the haze that is slowly dissipating.

Tango wants to reach out and touch her, help Gem get what she needs but it looks like his help is really not needed.

With a stifled moan, Gem starts trembling, her hand pulling away again as she uses Tango’s thigh to ride out her own orgasm, the vines gripping him so tightly that he fears he might pass out.

Her serrated lips are parted as she is gasping for air and slowly letting Tango breathe again as well. Neither of them move, until Gem says, “Thank you. Didn’t know how much I needed this.”

Tango doesn’t know how to respond, a simple you’re welcome would feel more than inadequate. But it turns out he doesn’t need to come up with anything for now.

“Sorry about spiking you. I was getting a bit worried you might get a heart attack, you know” There is something cheeky to Gem’s smile as she gets off Tango, the vines now retracting back into her hair.

“Not that old,” is all Tango manages to reply, not moving despite now being freed again.

Only when Gem helps him sit up, he starts to actually feel his limbs again. His back pops and he glares when Gem laughs.

“You might feel a bit groggy for a few more hours but most of it should be out of your system by now so you can just sleep it off.” From somewhere, Gem produced a bottle of water, helping Tango take a few sips before downing the rest of the bottle herself.

Both of them are a mess, but with little to be done about that inside the lab, Gem starts putting on her suit again, zipping it up.

When Tango still sits there, slightly dazed and naked Gem helps him pull his cargo pants back up, hiding the rather large wet spot right on his crotch and making sure his shirt is pulled down and in order as well. 

With a quick gesture she wipes some drool off of the corner of Tango’s mouth, wiping her hand on her lab coat.

“You feeling good enough to stand?” She asks, and Tango nods.

His legs are still trembling a bit, whether it is because of his orgasm or still an effect of whatever Gem pumped into him, he doesn’t know. Immediately Gem is there to steady him, despite her smaller frame, he can lean onto her.

The plain white fabric gives way to her rosy skin and while the tight fit of the fabric doesn’t  hide much, Tango can practically feel himself drool as Gem slowly exposes more of her chest and further down to her navel.

Tango can’t help but think that Gem looks perfect, the way her red hair falls down, framing her face, ending just above her breasts. The vines, pink, the closer they get to her skin, still holding him. The hungriness in her green eyes, and how much they contrast to everything else about her.

A vine brushes over his growing bulge a few times, drawing out shaky breaths and a broken groan. His skin feels like he’s burning up more than usually, trying to buck his hips up, wanting more pressure but he is still firmly being held in place.

After a few more moments of suffering from just not enough, Gem’s suit now at her hips, she pulls it down fully, stepping out of it and finally touching Tango.

The vines give way immediately for her hands as they push up his shirt and start undoing his belt.

Tango finds himself thinking that she looks a lot more relaxed like this, focused solely on him, as if he were a lab experiment now.

One of the vines helps tug the pants down fully, down to his thighs and Gem’s hand lands just right where Tango craves her touch.

The grip around him tightens once more, his hands and legs bound entirely, as soft hands feel him up through his suit.

Under normal circumstances, Tango may have been embarrassed by the whimpering noise that comes out, but when it encourages Gem to press down more, to rub across the clothed length, more spill out.

The suit and his underwear below are uncomfortably tight and a wet spot is already beginning to form, the white fabric doing little to hide that.

Gem’s other hand travels lower on herself, all while her gaze remains fully focused on Tango.