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crownpastelyellow · 1 month ago

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Hi I wrote something based on @chlmngo art from the most recent magma (go post it buddy 👀👀) EVERYONE GO LOOK AT IT

Skizz's Poker vod really did it to us

Pairing: Tango/Skizz

Cw: handjob, voyeurism, probable poker inaccuracies

NSFW under the cut

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63236437

A losing hand

Tango got invited to Doc's poker tournament a few weeks ago and how could he say no? His love for the game and interest in actually seeing how this place works have built up a certain excitement in him.

He's only seen the place once, briefly and he doesn't even quite remember what it was but something peeved him. Maybe he just had a bad day. So with a shrug and plenty of anticipation, Tango accepts the invitation.

Over the next weeks he makes sure his suit is all ready and freshly cleaned from the last time he wore it on a little vacation.

When the day finally arrives, Tango gets himself ready, shaving off some unruly bits of his scruffy beard, making sure he feels nice and comfortable in his suit. He normally isn't one for fancy clothing but there's always an occasion where one might need one. And he can't deny that the burgundy suits him surprisingly well.

Most days Tango doesn't care much about what he wears, it's more about the practicality, but for tonight, confidence is key. How else would a good poker face work, if he wasn't comfortable and confident?

So he arrives at the scene and chats a bit to his friends, or for tonight, his opponents. Of course it is all lighthearted fun but beneath all that, it's still a tournament and each and every one of them is just a little competitive at the least. Some more so than others.

After a few minutes they head inside and Tango can't help but be impressed by the place Doc created beneath the shopping district. Part gentlemen's club, part speakeasy, with a fancy poker table in the middle.

As they talk about the rules, Ren sits down at the head of the table, taking a new deck fresh out of the packaging, shuffling it back and forth as Doc goes over the rules, suggesting they do a trial run so everyone can understand how the redstone mechanics influence the game.

Everyone takes a seat, Tango sitting at a smaller end of the table, both diagonally from Beef and Skizz.

The chair is comfortable and Tango feels ready and excited.

So when Ren presses the button to start their test round, everyone gets their cards. Everyone, besides Tango of course. The universe just favors him like that.

He grumbles something about "faulty redstone, huh?", giving Doc a look of understanding and mischief, when Skizz interrupts. "Come here, Top, got a seat free right here!" Skizz waves him over.

Internally Tango groans and his expression must have matched that because Skizz immediately keeps going "Don't you dare make that face at me. Come on, you love sitting next to me" with the brightest grin on his face.

So Tango pushes his chair back, leaving the faulty seat behind and walking around the table to sit down right between Skizz and Wels, who joined them just a minute ago. Before he even gets there, Skizz already pulled out the free chair for him, patting the seat patiently. Tango can only shake his head, what is he, a dog? Still he can't help the smile as he sits down. "Here, happy now?" he looks up at Skizz with a smirk on his face that gets replaced by a small gasp as Skizz pushes the chair, now with Tango on it, forwards, towards the table.

He's definitely sitting quite a bit closer to Skizz than to Wels but no one is saying anything and at this point it would feel rude to just scoot away from his friend so Tango decides to do what he often does - and just lives with it.

Before the first round starts, Skizz laughs and puts an arm on the back of Tango's chair, brushing slightly against his tail that immediately gives way, curling around Tango's own ankle, a reflex to make sure no one ever steps on it. Skizz leans over and tauntingly offer his own seat and when Tango declines he can see a triumphant smirk spread on Skizz's face "No I got position on you", causing Tango to only shake his head.

The first rounds go by ever so uneventfully. Tango tries to push his luck but, most of the time, it just isn't on his side, his cards varying from trash to moderately decent as he slowly goes through his diamonds. Folding round after round, while Skizz next to him keeps mumbling about his strategy, trying to analyze what cards everyone has. It's quiet enough that no one else can hear, except for Tango, who at this point is only a few inches off from already sitting on Skizz's lap.

"You wanna share that with the rest of the class, or...?" Tango tries to tease him but before he even gets any response, Skizz starts cheering. He won the pot, and it was a good one.

"What was that, Top?" Skizz asks so self assured, pulling Tango's chair just a little bit closer. The soft carpet of the floor muffles the sound and Ren dealing out the next round has everyone's focus drawn away from them so nobody notices.

Nobody notices either, how Tango tenses up, when Skizz's broad hand suddenly rests on his left thigh.

For a moment Tango thinks it's just an accidental touch but it lingers. How does Skizz always manage to feel so warm against his skin, he's supposed to be the warm one...

Tango gives Skizz a glance, still fumbling for anything to say when Skizz leans forward and pushes his own bet towards the middle, playing like nothing is happening, while Tango is slowly suffering.

But this is fine. Skizz is just being Skizz, trying to distract him, to make him lose focus.

So Tango tries his best to stay focused on the game, paying attention to the other players and the cards Ren deals and uncovers.

In any other circumstances Tango prides himself in being good at this, he's good at math, the probabilities behind it all and his own poker face comes from years of practice, no matter what Skizz says.

But of course Skizz has a way of turning this around for himself.

It's Tango's turn, he looks at the three cards that are already in the middle, red eyes scanning the bet Joe placed, the cards Wels put in the middle, that Ren just picked up. Another glance at the two cards face down in front of him and Tango only notices it a few moments after Skizz's hand starts moving, but his hand is clearly on his crotch now.

Very much distracted, unable to even process what his own cards are, Tango quickly says "Check" before the attention lingers on him for too long, not wanting anyone to see the way he flushes.

Skizz checks too, as if his hand, broad and warm, wasn't just groping Tango under the table, so close to their friends. During a tournament.

During Beef's turn, Tango looks up at Skizz. "What are you doing?" he whispers, trying to stay quiet, trying to keep his voice even but it wavers.

Across the table Joe says "Look, they're conspiring" much to the amusement of everyone else. They don't know, do they?

"It's all good, just giving Tango here some tips since he clearly needs them right now" Skizz laughs it off and now Tango is glaring at him.

Fine, two can play at this game.

Tango plants his, notably smaller, hand on Skizz's thigh, and one glance beneath the table shows Tango the difference of the hand that's slowly undoing his fly, as if it were the most normal thing to do right now.

One sharp inhale, then another, Skizz shouldn't be this good at unbuttoning the pants of his suit while still applying just the right amount of pressure, causing Tango to forget all parts of his plan, till Skizz nudges him with his elbow. "Your turn, Top."

Already? Tango hasn't even paid attention to the cards in the middle, to who folded and who raised. He'll just check, not having the spare thoughts right now to figure out what his best move would be. "Bold move" comments Skizz, who folds, sliding the cards towards Ren.

Tango's grip tightens on Skizz, by now only trying to hold on, to steady himself. He doesn't even care that he just lost another round, more diamonds than necessary going to Beef.

But how is he supposed to focus on that when Skizz fumbles with his shorts, exposing his already painfully hard member. His heart is pounding in his chest, what is Skizz doing? A bit of panic rises up inside him.

This has gone past just a bit, a way for Skizz to distract Tango, something that could be easily brushed off should any of their friends notice.

And yet, the panic makes Tango twitch as he tries to calm his breathing.

Trying to gain some distance and hopefully some sense alongside it, he tries to angle his legs away from Skizz, but he's sitting too close to actually make much of a difference.

But the worst part of it all? Right now, Skizz just has his hand resting on the inside of Tango's thigh and it feels like it's burning a handprint into his skin. Why is he playing games and not just touching him?

Tango closes his eyes, just for a moment when he hears Wels beside him clear his throat. "Uhm, I can see Tango's... Cards like this" he admits.

The table is a bit crowded and of course immediately an accusation of cheating is thrown into the round but with the look Wels gives Tango, it's clear that he's not just talking about the game.

Skizz's hand finally moves up, brushing over Tango's member for a moment as he takes "Well, just don't look, how about that? Gentlemen's rules, right?" Tango can hear Skizz's grin, doesn't even need to see his handsome face for it.

"He can just scoot up a bit more," Skizz pulls Tango's chair another bit closer with his free hand, the other wrapping around his hard shaft, "and I, for one can keep my eyes up here"

Everyone reacts with amusement, and Tango chuckles along, the sound airy as he tries to send Wels an apologetic glance, but the blonde isn't looking towards him anymore.

But Tango doesn't get to think about the consequences of that interaction for long because Skizz's hand starts moving. Slowly, nearly painfully so, but by this point Tango has been craving anything, his tail rising up slightly, involuntarily, in response.

It somehow ends up being Tango's turn again and it this point, Skizz’s hand is wrapped in a loose fist around Tango, pumping up and down, and he can't focus anymore. On the game or on the people around him. He lets a gasp slip and immediately several eyes are on him but it doesn't interrupt whoevers turn it was so he just clears just throat "sorry... The cough" and it's technically not even a lie.

"You're up" someone - Tango can't pay attention to who - says and Tango hasn't even looked at his cards, he just folds. Next to him, he hears Skizz giggle.

Of course Tango is still trying to hide what's happening but he's quite sure he's not doing a very good job. He feels himself pant, his breaths heavy, lips slightly parted. In an attempt to shut his mouth, to stop any more needy noises from coming out, he bites down onto his lips with his sharp teeth.

They might notice but at this point Tango is past caring, his hip bucking up to meet Skizz's movements halfway.

Unable to even pay a bit of attention, Tango keeps losing round after round after round. Skizz picks up the pace after every loss, occasionally squeezing Tango every few seconds for a whole round.

Tango doesn't even need to look down to know that he's spilling precum over Skizz's hand, over himself and some probably also on the pants of his suit. But those are all problems for later.

Again it is his turn and Tango notices that he's down to his last few diamonds. He at least has half a mind to check his cards even if it takes him a little bit too long to truly register what it says. Not that it matters if he keeps trying not to tremble, not to buck into the hand wrapped around him.

Skizz must have realized Tango's situation because the pace of his arm crawls to a halt, just a gentle squeeze that nearly makes Tango cum on the spot. Skizz is encouraging him, encouraging the risk. At this point, Tango might do anything just so he moves his fist again.

"All in." Tango's trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. This definitely raised some eyebrows but Tango accepted that at this point he's lost.

But at least Skizz's warm hand rewards him for it. He doesn't even hear what Skizz does next, as he feels his orgasm crash over him.

It takes all of Tango to not groan or, even worse, whimper, at the table as he feels hot, sticky release dribble all over Skizz's hand and down his shaft. Some definitely also landed on his clothes.

While Tango is still catching his breath he can hear Skizz chuckle beside him, pulling the whole pot close to himself.

And seemingly just to rub it in, his other hand smears Tango's cum off on his pants. He sends Skizz a glare that doesn't quite carry the bite it's supposed to, but enough to get the message across because he hears Skizz laugh, finally having both hands on the table again.

Tango uses the rest of that round to catch his breath and to discreetly pack himself up again. Once that's over he gets up with a shake of his head.

"Well that's me then. Thanks for having me, Doc" he gives a small wave as he picks his suit jacket up, debating putting it on but instead opting to hold it in his hands, right over the spot where Skizz wipes his hand off. He'll need to find a way to get back at Skizz for this.

As he turns to leave, still winded and just wanting to get out and get some fresh air he calls "Good luck everyone" before promptly taking an unfamiliar turn, clearly not the way he came in from.

Maybe it's the hormones or his blood still pumping but he can help the too high pitched groan of "Can't find the exit" while letting out a nervous chuckle.

In an instant, Ren is there, a hand around Tango's shoulder and a smile on his face as he leans down a slight bit while turning Tango towards a different door. "Exit is this way" and there's very clear amusement in his voice.

Tango only manages to mutter a quiet thanks before he finally stumbles out into the shopping district again.

#I made Tango so pathetic in this one oops #I promise I got less pathetic Tango coming up soon #Also I hope the formatting doesn't suck ass I only got my phone right now #hermitshipping #hermitnsfw #Skizztek #I forgot how to tag things #This is fine #Yellowwritings

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