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Tango hummed happily as he was pulled back, getting wrapped in a pair of strong arms. His tall teammate pressed their bodies together, chest to back. A hand reached up and guided his face to the side, soft lips immediately being pressed to his own. Tango lifted his arm to reach back and feel up their muscular bicep. He smiled and lightly chuckled once the kiss ended, squirming in the tight hold until the arms around him loosened, allowing him to turn around so they were chest to chest.

"What was that for?" The blaze teased sweetly. He wrapped his own arms around the other, returning their hug.

"Maybe I just want to express my love for my favorite netherborn," Skizz giggled. His smile was contagious as always. Tango raised an eyebrow skeptically, causing Skizz to relent his further thoughts. "I missed you, TangoTop. I haven't gotten to share my love with you since Last Life. There's lots of lost time to make up."

Tango openly laughed, pushing onto his toes to initiate a kiss on the lips, Skizz being significantly taller than him. "You do know you can just ask me for sex, right? You don't have to butter me up first."

"Well when you put it like that-" Skizz blushed and gave an embarrassed smile. "I wasn't gonna ask right away. I didn't want you to think I'm only happy to see you so we can be physically intimate. There's talking to catch up on too."

"Eh, talking can be done when we don't have this much privacy. In a team of four, we won't get chances like this very often," Tango reasoned. "So do you wanna fuck me or not?"

He tried not to laugh at Skizz' flustered expression due to his bluntness. The angel failed to piece together a logical response, stumbling over his words when he tried. It was honestly pretty cute. He hadn't been pure for many years, even saying innuendos fairly often, but he still struggled with directly saying swears like fuck.

"C'mon then big guy. Like you said, lots of lost time and all that." Tango didn't bother waiting for him to voice an answer. His nonverbal reaction already told him everything he needed to know. The netherborn pulled out of the hug and playfully pat Skizz on the shoulder before heading off towards the ties' beds.

Skizz obediently followed behind him, shedding his sleeveless jacket and loosening his tie. Tango replicated the action by tossing off his own shirt and vest, dropping unceremoniously onto the bed. A playful smirk was plastered on his face as the angel knelt down by the edge of the bed, immediately gliding his hands over Tango's sides. Tango hummed happily as his boyfriend felt across his warm skin. Skizz ran his thumbs gently over the blaze's jagged top surgery scars, and started to place kisses all along his neck and shoulder.

"You really love those, don't you?" Tango chuckled affectionately. The taller took the time to worship his scars every time they saw his bare chest. The blaze initially thought that the heavy reminder of their existence would bother him, but each kiss and caress against his scars only served as a reassurance that his body wasn't viewed as an obstacle in their relationship. Skizz never wavered in his identity as a gay man, and he saw Tango no different than their cis boyfriends.

"I do," Skizz smiled at him lovingly. "They show how brave you are, and I find them to be just as beautiful as the rest of you."

"Alright, that's enough. I agreed to have sex, not a therapy session." Tango chuckled and playfully nudged Skizz' stomach with his leg, getting a cheeky grin in return.

"Okay, okay. I just had to make sure you remember how handsome you are." The angel gave him a peck on the cheek. "Do you wanna be on top this time?"

Tango immediately made a dismissive gesture. "Nah, I'm feeling kinda tired. You're the one who came to me first, so I think you should be doing all of the work."

"Fair enough," Skizz laughed softly. He trailed a few more gentle kisses down the blaze's sternum and took a hold of Tango's hands, bringing them to his own chest. Slender fingers expertly worked to open each button as he showered the other in kisses. Skizz made sure to pay extra attention to his scars and only pulled back when he felt a warm touch against his bare skin.

Tango appreciatively felt up his boyfriend's muscular chest through his now open shirt. All of their boyfriends had their own body types that he loved equally, but he'd openly admit that he found Skizz's built frame incredibly sexy. It was an unreasonably quick turn on any time the angel would pick him up like he weighed nothing.

Skizz smoothed his hands down Tango's sides until they reached his pants. Popping open the button and zipper, he reached underneath to press against the damp spot on Tango's boxers. The blaze shuddered in response and pushed his hips up into the touch.

"Look at you. All wet for me," Skizz praised, rubbing circles through the soft fabric. "You like it when I tease your little dick?"

Tango moaned quietly, rutting up into the diluted pleasure. He grabbed the taller's tie and loosely wrapped it around his hand, using it to tug him down into a deep kiss. The netherborn breathed a swear against Skizz's lips when they parted.

"Fuck- Skizz, stop teasing me. We don't have all the time in the world, and I'd rather not have to burn these boxers later." Tango swatted away the other's hand, hastily shedding his last articles of clothing before they could be totally soaked through.

Skizz chuckled at his impatience, but obeyed and stepped out of his own pants. He joined Tango on the bed once his own boxers were removed. "What're the dice on today?"

It was a code-phrase they had come up with a while ago: a little check in for how Tango was feeling about his own body that day. Some days would be pretty rough with his dysphoria, and he wouldn't even want to look at himself, but he still wanted to be intimate. Tango could be very sensitive about feminine vocabulary on those days, and would strictly only want penetration if it was anal. Other days, he wouldn't think about it too much, and just wanted himself and his partner to feel good. Those days would often include front penetration, since it's more physically pleasurable for him.

Tango took his boyfriend's hand and led it to his folds with a sweet smile. "Please?"

Skizz smiled back and gently played with the blaze's dick, then dipped down to collect some of his slick. Slowly, he let one finger sink into the warmth. Tango briefly clenched around the intrusion but relaxed just as quickly. The slide was made easy from his arousal and Skizz only thrust the finger in a couple of times before adding a second.

Tango silently purred in pleasure. He grabbed the angel's tie again -that and his open shirt being the only clothes left in the equation- and pulled him into a heated kiss. Their tongues entwined messily as Skizz moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, carefully stretching him until he could easily fit a third. Tango gasped and moaned at the stretch, separating their lips but keeping a tight hold on his makeshift leash.

"Skizz-" the netherborn squirmed impatiently. He had to fight against his own desperation screaming for Skizz to 'just fuck me already', knowing that the preparation was fully necessary. Instead, he bit his bottom lip and rolled his hips to gain what little extra depth he could.

Tango whimpered at the loss when his boyfriend finally pulled out his fingers. Skizz lovingly shushed him with a peck on the lips and collected the slick dripping from his entrance, spreading it evenly along his cock.

"Ready?" Tango rolled his eyes at the angel's question, which caused Skizz to snicker. The first thrust in was very slow. He gradually pressed in each inch until he bottomed out, groaning at the feeling of hot walls fluttering around him. Tango clenched and unclenched a few times to get used to the size, tail wrapping loosely around the angel's leg. After just a few seconds, he signaled Skizz to move, purring at the feeling of fullness.

Skizz thrust twice before trying to adjust their position. He grabbed onto Tango's thighs and pulled him closer, slightly lifting his hips. The angel made tiny adjustments as he set a slow pace, mentally locking in the exact position that pulled the loudest moan from his boyfriend.

Tango let go of Skizz's tie to return to his much earlier task of admiring his muscles. Moans openly fell from his lips as he splayed his hands out over the taller's pecs. Tango toyed with Skizz's nipples just to feel his thrusts stutter.

The hands holding onto his thighs tightened their grip in a playful warning. "Careful with your hands there, Top. I wouldn't want to have to punish you."

Tango's devious smirk was wiped from his face when a particularly deep thrust hit that extremely sensitive spot inside of him. His hands scrambled for grip and landed on his boyfriend's biceps, arching his back with a loud moan. "Fuck! Void- right there, Skizz!"

The blaze struggled to keep his eyes open as Skizz put all of his energy into hitting that exact spot over and over again. He followed a drop of sweat tracing down the other's chest, hungrily watching it carve right through the middle of his abs.

"You like that? You gonna cum on my dick like a good boy?" Skizz panted slightly from exertion. "Gonna fill you up nice and full. How's that sound?"

"Yes! Fuck- please! I need it!" Tango arched his back with a pleasurable cry. His eyes shut tightly as one hand released his thigh to messily rub at his dick. He could feel everything tensing up, clenching down on his boyfriend's cock and digging crescent shaped marks into Skizz's upper arms. It almost felt hard to breathe.

Tango's orgasm hit him in waves, moaning loudly. It felt like all the air got punched out of his lungs when Skizz gave one last, particularly deep thrust. He could have sworn he could feel it in his throat. Tango shook as the incredible sensations didn't stop. He honestly couldn't tell if he came twice or if it was just one really long orgasm.

Everything slowed to a near stop for a moment. There was no death game, just himself, Skizz, and the immense pleasure. The world didn't fully resume until the blissful sensation of fullness started to retreat. Tango's eyes widened and he scrambled to cling onto the feeling for just a little while longer. His legs locked behind the angel's back and he wrapped his arms around his neck to hold him as close as possible, whining loudly in protest.

Skizz froze for a moment, processing the situation. An amused huff came through his nose and he nuzzled his face into the crook of Tango's neck. "Only a little more, okay? We can't have Etho walking in on us like this."

Tango only hummed in agreement, clearly not actually listening. He was filled with pure bliss, off in his own world as the afterglow surrounded him like a warm blanket.

Skizz gave him probably more time than necessary. When he carefully tried again to pull out, Tango let him, but not without voicing his displeasure at the loss. The blaze whimpered and clamped his legs together once the plug was gone to keep all that he could inside of him.

Skizz wiped himself off and pulled on his bottoms. The angel sat on the edge of the bed and started to button up his shirt again, letting Tango stay like that until he came back to the real world.

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Jimmy peered around the edge of a little alcove that had been carved into the mountainside. His eyes flicked around the enclosed space, where he found a spattering of torches and one bed. It was extremely simple, but it would do it's job just fine. He traced his eyes back towards the cave opening and chirped in surprise.

"Tango! You scared the life out of me!" Jimmy broke into a soft chuckle at how much he jumped. The netherborn was standing barely a foot away from him with a cheeky grin, amused.

Without a word, lips suddenly pressed up against his own and arms wrapped behind his neck to pull him down slightly, causing Jimmy to stumble. The avian blindly managed to steady himself on the cave wall as he returned the kiss. Tango didn't even give him a moment to process before he was pushing Jimmy's leather jacket off of his shoulders. The other fumbled to help, dropping the article of clothing right next to them.

Their lips finally parted and Tango smoothly removed Jimmy's sunglasses, perching them on his own face with a sharp toothed grin. The younger softly laughed at the action, "Oh my gosh, you're such a dork." He cupped Tango's cheeks and placed a sweet kiss to his forehead.

"I know, but you love me for it," the blaze snickered. He lowered his voice slightly, giving it a sensual tone. "Now... how would you feel about laying down on that bed for me? Underneath that bad boy persona, I know my good little boy is silently waiting for attention. Isn't that right?"

A deep blush quickly bloomed across the avian's cheeks, bright yellow wings puffing up. "Yes, please. I would like that very much." Jimmy clumsily undressed himself and basically fell onto the offered bed. Tango's following laughter only fed into his arousal.

The older player affectionately shook his head at how eager his boyfriend was. He pushed the stolen sunglasses up on top of his head and made a show of removing his vest, going really slow just to tease the other. Jimmy's hands visibly twitched as a sign of restraint, itching for skin to skin contact. The blaze meticulously removed and folded each piece of his outfit. He could see his boyfriend shaking by the time he finally stepped out of his boxers.

"Why don't you just lay back and relax for me," Tango hummed. His tail swished side to side as he climbed onto the bed, sitting back on Jimmy's thighs. "I promise I'll take real good care of you."

The avian instinctively moved to touch the other, stopping and hovering for a moment as if to ask for permission. Tango let out an affectionate huff, guiding the shaky hands towards his hips. He playfully tucked Jimmy's sunglasses back in his hair as the younger started to rub little patterns against his waist.

"Hey, songbird?" Tango gently placed his own hands over his boyfriend's. "Is it okay if we skip some of the usual stuff we do? There's the whole time thing this season and I just- really want you inside of me right now. Do you think you need more lowering?" The blaze nervously smiled. He'd be okay if the other still needed a bit more foreplay, he could tell that his boyfriend was only partially into subspace, but something inside of him became incredibly impatient the second their bare skin touched.

Jimmy made a noise somewhere between a hum and a whine. It took a second before he softly responded. "S'okay. Just... a little more sweet talk?"

"Of course, baby." Tango leaned over to press a short kiss to the avian's lips, wrapping a hand around and gently stroking his dick. "You're being such a good boy for me. So pretty when you ask for things all nicely. I'm gonna make you feel amazing." Jimmy chirped happily at the praise.

The netherborn gave a bit of special attention to the sensitive area right under the head before removing his hand and very briefly pressing three fingers inside of himself, making sure that he was still prepared from stretching himself earlier. Confirming that he wouldn't accidentally get hurt, Tango lifted himself onto his knees and teasingly rubbed the tip of his boyfriends cock between his folds. He bit his bottom lip as he carefully lowered himself onto the straining erection. Jimmy's grip tightened on his waist with a desperate whine.

"It's okay, baby. I've got you." Tango lovingly shushed the other. He rested for a moment once he was fully lowered, just soaking in the pleasurable feeling of being full. The hips beneath him suddenly jerked and he heard his boyfriend whimper. Jimmy averted his gaze when Tango tried to lock eyes with him, noticeably shaking.

"Hey. Are you okay, Jim?" Tango spoke softly, receiving a quiet chirp and head nod. "Just a bit too much?"

Jimmy hesitated. His hips jerked again, causing him to shake slightly harder. The blaze's expression of concern quickly melted, purring soothingly for his anxious boyfriend. He mercifully rolled his hips to feel the pleasurable drag against his inner walls.

"You're not in trouble, songbird. It's okay if you twitch a little. I just needed a moment to adjust. I'm all good now. You've been so patient for me." Tango cupped one of Jimmy's cheeks with his hand, the avian leaning into the warm touch with a soft cooing sound. He slowly lifted himself back up on his knees. Once there was only the tip left inside, Tango let himself be dragged down by gravity, punching a moan out of both players. The movement was repeated slowly a few times before he switched to grinding their hips together. Tango leaned over to catch the other's mouth, muffling their noises.

A string of saliva briefly connected their lips when they separated from the messy kiss. Tango raised himself again to fully ride his boyfriend's throbbing dick, starting a fast rhythm. A series of high moans and whimpers tumbled from both of them. The blaze arched his back, occasionally breaking the rhythm to grind down hard whenever he found a particularly pleasurable spot.

Jimmy admired how Tango threw his head back, chest heaving with the effort and drops of sweat giving his skin a slight glow. Torchlight reflected in the dark sunglasses perched amidst Tango's messy hair, keeping that tiny, possessive side of his instincts happy.

Tango moaned loudly as he reached a hand down to play with his dick, clenching around Jimmy, adding onto the delicious pleasure coursing through him. "Jim- fuck, I'm gonna cum. You're such a good -ah- boy for me. Cum for me, Jimmy. Fill me up so full with your hot- fuck! Please!" His dirty talk dissolved into high pitched moans, grinding down hard and messily rubbing at his dick as his orgasm ripped through him. Tango clenched down when he felt hot liquid shooting into him.

Jimmy had tears rimming his eyes, incredibly happy and slightly overwhelmed. Tango leaned over and carefully shifted them so that they both laid on their sides, hooking a leg over Jimmy's to keep them connected and not cause too much overstimulation. The older lovingly cupped his boyfriend's cheeks to wipe away his tears. He placed a chaste kiss on his forehead and started to whisper against his skin, gently coaxing him out of subspace.

Jimmy assured Tango of how much he loves him and everything he did, taking away the sunglasses -that had somehow stayed on the blaze's head- and putting them off to the side. They both pretty quickly dozed off into a nap, only waking up when one of their communicators starting going off nonstop. Tango immediately cringed at the feeling of cum dripping down his inner thighs when they separated. The avian was deeply blushing as he helped clean the other.

Turns out the alarm-esc communicator was the other "bad boys" angrily asking where Jimmy ran off to. He apologized and gave Tango a chaste kiss goodbye once he was fully dressed, winking playfully as he put on his sunglasses.

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So maybe Tango was just in a certain mood that week. He still joined in with all of the regular banter and did more than his fair share by building the -admittedly crooked- base for team Ties. So what if he spent half of his time actively flirting with his teammates? They're his boyfriends, sue him.

Etho was thankfully spending a lot of time around his new "family" over at the clock tower. That left Tango all the room in the world to tease his boyfriends without making his platonic servermates uncomfortable. He always loved how easy it was to rile up Impulse, knowing the exact buttons to push, which is precisely what landed him in his current position.

Tango could do nothing but zone out, feeling blissfully calm and safe as fingers occasionally pet through his hair. He very quickly lost track of time -the soft whooshing of a nether portal the only noise atop the nether roof- willingly accepting his punishment. Of course, all of his boyfriends knew that they weren't actually punishing him at all. Tango would happily spend hours as nothing but a personal heater for his boyfriends' cocks, in their laps or on his knees, so long as he had no other important plans. He'd already gotten so used to being a cuddly space heater in nonsexual circumstances. Getting to worship his boyfriend's cock at the same time was just a bonus.

Tango had no idea how much time had passed when the hand occasionally petting him lightly tugged on his hair to get his attention. The blaze zoned back in and looked up into his boyfriend's eyes, the demon perched atop a crafting table, allowing himself to be pulled off of Impulse' dick. The hand let go of his hair and traced down to his jaw, wiping drool from his bottom lip with their thumb before pressing it gently into his mouth. Tango happily sucked on the offered finger until it was also pulled away from him.

"It seems like you might've learned your lesson now," Impulse stated quietly as he wiped his thumb off on Tango's shirt. "See? The silence is so nice. No bratty boyfriends talking back. Isn't that right, Tango?"

The blaze hybrid simply nodded in agreement. His legs felt slightly numb from kneeling, his vest and jeans the only protection from the jagged bedrock beneath them, but he couldn't find it in him to care. His jaw was pleasantly sore and he could still make out the salty taste of his boyfriend on his tongue.

"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page," the demon grinned in satisfaction. "Now I want you to take off your clothes and come have a seat. Brats don't get to be stretched first."

He patted his lap and Tango obeyed without hesitation, straddling his boyfriend's thighs and slowly sinking onto his hard cock. A soft whimper escaped the netherborn at the stretch, marginally painful from the lack of preparation. Impulse wrapped his arms around him comfortingly. He gently rubbed Tango's back as he finally settled with his whole length engulfed in the silky heat.

"There we go, Tango, taking your punishment so well. Nice and tight for me," Impulse whispered sensually in his ear. A sinister grin slid onto his face as he stared deep into the glossy red eyes before him. "I know you always say you'll be good, but that attitude of yours just keeps coming back. Maybe you need a more harsh reminder that you're provoking a demon."

Impulse roughly grabbed Tango's thighs and wrapped his legs around his waist, manhandling the blaze as he stood up, turning right around and mercilessly pinning him up against the nether portal. Tango yelped as his back was pressed into the hard obsidian.

Tears quickly rimmed his eyes and his claws dug into the demon's upper back, trying to cling on to his body heat, which felt heightened in stark contrast with the cold material touching his bare skin. Impulse only chuckled at his scramble. He ruffled a hand through messy blonde locks in faux comfort, earning another yelp when he pulled back slightly and snapped his hips forward.

Tango cried out from the resurfacing of pain. His lower half burned with the stretch of his boyfriend's thick cock, his back dragging against the hard surface behind him. Tears freely ran down his face as Impulse positioned him so that he could give full length thrusts.

The netherborn clawed at Impulse's shoulderblades, leaving scratch marks that almost instantly turned an angry red. He let his head fall to bury his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck. Everything was so overwhelming. It hurt in the best way possible, pain bleeding into pleasure as the stimulation triggered Tango's body to produce more slick, easing the friction with natural lubricant.

Whimpers were dragged from the blaze's throat and Impulse threaded fingers through his hair, pulling Tango's head away from his shoulder to look him deep in the eyes, slowing his thrusts. His voice was nearly a growl when he spoke.

"Remember-" Impulse released Tango's hair to deliberately tap his arm twice. "Got it?" Tango nodded rapidly, going to hide his face again but being stopped. "Show me you understand." The blaze lightly patted Impulse' back twice. "Good."

Impulse ran his fingers lovingly through blonde locks and guided his head back to his shoulder where it was lying before, feeling Tango nuzzle up to his neck. He moved his hands down to hold Tango's thighs. Picking up the pace again, his boyfriend cried out, the sound muffled against his skin.

The netherborn tensed up and dug his nails into Impulse' skin, directly over his shoulder blades, when the demon managed to hit his g-spot exactly. His breathing grew shallow with the painfully pleasurable feeling. Impulse tightened the bruising grip on his thighs, thrusting into that spot repeatedly.

Tango could feel heat swirling in his gut. He had no control over the way he clenched down on his boyfriend's cock, quickly approaching the edge of orgasm but unable to cross it. His breath hiccuped as he desperately clung to the demon.

Impulse laced his fingers in Tango's hair and roughly pulled his head back towards the obsidian, moaning at the sight of him. The blaze's face was wet, big tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping off of his chin. Hiccuping sobs wracked through his body as he desperately tried to grind up into each thrust.

Tango was unable to form words through his tears when he attempted to plead for something more. Impulse' pace became unsteady and he growled out a moan, holding Tango's head still by his hair as he leaned in to lick up the salty tears, placing a kiss near the outer corner of his eye.

The demon buried himself deep inside, shallowly grinding their hips together to ride out his orgasm. Tango desperately grinded back, rutting his dick against Impulse' stomach and letting out a loud sob when his own orgasm finally crashed over him. His brain was foggy and he couldn't stop crying as Impulse slowly pulled out.

Tango let his head be guided to the demon's shoulder, clinging to him tightly as he was shifted a bit, warm hands supporting him up by the bottoms of his thighs and bringing him away from the hard surface behind him. One hand very briefly released his leg before he was settled down on his boyfriend's lap.

Once they were securely sat down, the hands moved completely, one resting at the small of his back and the other no longer touching him at all. He could feel the chest pressed against his own start to softly vibrate, in a way that he found soothing. Tango silently focused on the sensation and gradually felt his tears die out.

There was a somewhat louder whoosh in the drone of background noise and, a moment later, the blaze felt himself be lifted. His vision was still a little blurry so he could only make out peach, white, and black shapes, one bit of black separating from everything else. He was shifted around again and laid with his side against the solid form of colors. An arm got tucked beneath the inside of his knees and another wrapped behind his back: a bridal carry, he realized.

Something soft was draped over his lower stomach and thighs, and Tango relaxed into the warmth, pressing himself closer to the body that was carrying him. A lot of rustling went on nearby before someone's voice filtered through. It was hard to fully pay attention, but he caught something about a portal and being dizzy.

There was a single tap against his shoulder, so Tango responded with a nod. Whoever was holding him started walking and the whooshes got significantly louder. A very brief feeling of nausea passed through his body but quickly settled. The blaze whined softly when he was removed from the warmth of his carrier and makeshift blanket.

Tango was layed on top of something soft and he heard a lot of movement around him before something pleasantly warm was gently dragged along his thighs. Another soft, warm object passed over his cheeks. Tango slowly blinked the bleariness from his eyes after they were carefully wiped around.

The face looking down at him smiled lovingly when they noticed Tango looking back, and he sluggishly returned the smile. The voice coming from the brunette was like melted chocolate for his ears.

"Welcome back," the following chuckle was even sweeter. "Are you feeling okay? Does anything hurt or bother you?"

Tango sleepily shook his head no. He hummed happily as he felt a mild ache throughout his body. "Mmm... good sore."

That earned another chuckle. "Yeah? You liked that?" Tango nodded and weakly reached up towards his boyfriend, who noticed and took his hand to hold. "I'm glad you had fun too. I got a little carried away. You just look so beautiful when you cry."

"Felt good. Happy to please you." Tango giggled sleepily, his speech vaguely slurred and voice rough from sobbing. The warmth that was touching his thighs moved up and ever so carefully brushed between his legs, sending a jolt oversensitivity up his spine. Tango whimpered and it was immediately withdrawn, a different voice quietly apologizing.

"Sorry, sorry. I just wanted to help clean you up before things got sticky and gross." The blaze lifted his head just enough to see Skizz smiling apologetically. The angel shyly set down his washcloth, and Tango realized he was missing his jacket.

His attention was drawn back to Impulse when the demon placed a kiss to his temple. Tango hummed pleasingly and turned his head to ask for one on the lips. Impulse happily obliged, giving him a short, chaste kiss. The blaze layed his head back against the pillow and yawned.

"You can go to sleep in a second. Just let us at least help you into some clean boxers?" Impulse insisted sweetly. Tango wanted to protest but looked at the other beds in the room and frowned at the fourth.

"Mmkay," Tango sleepily agreed. He scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up with some assistance. His legs felt weak and shaky, but he managed to step into some boxers and pajamas pants, using Impulse as a crutch to steady himself. He sat back on the bed with another quiet yawn.

Staring blankly at the other beds for a moment, Tango then looked down at himself and frowned, tracing a finger over one of his top surgery scars. Skizz gently took his hand and pulled it away from his chest.

The blaze didn't get a chance to say anything before a shirt was pressed into his hands. He gave a weak, thankful smile and pulled the garment over his head. He realized it actually belonged to Impulse, considering it was just a bit big on him, but the shirt was just plain black so it was unlikely Etho would notice. Tango sighed and layed down on his side, facing the wall. He could practically feel his boyfriends' frowns.

"Hey Tango?" It was Impulse who spoke. The netherborn turned over slightly so he could show he was listening. "Can I lay down with you?" Tango was going to say something but stopped when Impulse added on, "I think I need some reassurance."

Tango sighed but turned back towards the rest of the room and held his arms out, Impulse carefully climbing in and hugging him close. The blaze wrapped his arms around him in return. Tango was fairly sure Impulse actually just wanted to make him feel better, but he couldn't say no after a scene like that, just in case Impulse was being genuine about an incoming drop.

It's not super common, but when Impulse drops after a scene, he drops hard. He has such a kind soul and that makes it more likely that he would drop compared to his other boyfriends. No matter how much reassurance he gets, they all know that Impulse will always struggle with accepting himself for what he's into.

Now, considering the way he was clinging to Tango like a magnet, he was serious. The blaze lovingly rubbed Impulse' back and tucked his head to his chest. "I love you Impy. You're perfect just the way you are, okay? I love everything you do for me. Just try to sleep for now."

Tango held the demon close as he moved them both closer to the wall, signaling for Skizz to join them. Their boyfriend settled on Impulse' other side and spooned him against his chest, draping a wing over the three of them. He made sure Tango knew he was referring to both him and Impulse when he softly whispered, "We all love you more than you know, exactly the way you are."

Tango let the warmth of Skizz' words settle in his chest and softly smiled. None of them were perfect, but every single one of them accepted each other's flaws without hesitation. He knew right then, as much as ever, that he wanted to stay with them for the rest of their lives.