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wren-kitchens · 4 days ago

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i feel the rush (addicted to your touch)

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now- it’s not like tango has been in denial about his slight (severe) crush on the aforementioned scott, it’s just.. well, he’s been kind of.. desperately trying not to think about it. like, ever. which is not going well at all for him at the moment, because as it turns out, scott is very clearly a flirty drunk, and tango is going to be dead by the end of the night. tango freezes with his half-eaten mince pie three quarters of the way to his mouth, processing the question. “you- what?” “who is the best kisser?” scott repeats, smirking in the same way he has been for the past.. however long it’s been. it is as infuriating as it is attractive—which is very.

so i started this and aimed to post it for christmas. of 2023. needless to say i did not meet that deadline-

idk what it is with me writing emberfrost getting drunk and making out but it's happened several times now

“who’s the best kisser here?”

when tango agreed to come to the christmas party scott was hosting, he had expected something large and extravagant and filled with drunken bad decisions that everyone would regret in the morning. to an extent, he was right: tango is vaguely aware that at some point in the last hour he stepped over the line separating tipsy and drunk, and that he ought to be far more careful with his words than he has been.

however, the party wasn’t all what he expected it to be. it's a lot more relaxed than he’d anticipated—less intense of an atmosphere and more- well, christmassy. after all, who would have thought he’d have ended up on a couch with scott smajor of all people, talking about who is the best kisser?

tango freezes with his half-eaten mince pie three quarters of the way to his mouth, processing the question. “you- what?”

“who is the best kisser?” scott repeats, smirking in the same way he has been for the past.. however long it’s been. it is as infuriating as it is attractive—which is very. “i’ve kissed a lot of people, and I honestly can’t decide.”

an inexplicable laugh bubbles up in tango’s throat as he takes a bite of the pie. “I don’t know!” he grins through a mouth full of candied fruit and pastry.

scott’s smile widens, and tango feels a glow at the centre of his chest to see it. “well try.”

“you try!” tango grins, finding this situation unexpectedly amusing. “you have the most- the most- oh, I don’t know! research?”

scott laughs, loud and genuine, and tango wants to kiss him. “research!” he echoes, still cackling, and now tango is giggling too and he still can’t understand why it’s all so funny.

"you- surely you have though!" tango pokes scott's shoulder, and he grins at him. "I swear it- you’ve kissed almost everyone on the server."

"not everyone." scott nudges him back, something teasing in his smirk that makes tango's stomach backflip. "I haven't kissed you- which is a tragedy in and of itself." and he winks- he honest-to-void winks at tango. he’s going to die. "I haven't kissed joel, or grian.. or bdubs." he tilts his head to the side. "surely there's more people than four-"

tango is laughing again by the time martyn appears next to them, clearly curious about what all the commotion is about. scott grasps his hand (which tango is not jealous about), and asks, "martyn, who haven't I kissed?"

"I- well that's one way to start a conversation. how should I know?" martyn gives a laugh, and scott pouts—which- void, shouldn't be as attractive as it is. "alright- okay, have you kissed etho?"

"once." scott says offhandedly, and tango is too surprised to be jealous about it. scott laughs at his expression. "it- he was goading me into it, what else was I meant to do?"

martyn raises an eyebrow. "he was goading you?"

scott gives a sly grin. "well. he said he'd give me a diamond if I did. I don't think he realised who he was asking- he didn't think i'd do it."

"who was your best kisser?" tango says to scott, honestly curious all of a sudden.

as scott pauses to think, martyn interjects, "if you don’t say me, i'll cry." and scott laughs in that beautiful way he does, when his eyes close and he leans backwards in his seat. man, tango could watch that all day. martyn is giving him a knowing look, and tango waves him off, hoping it conveys the message of yes I know i’m in love shut up. martyn just snorts, so maybe he got the hint.

"I can’t believe you’re making me choose." scott says after a long moment of thinking, and tango can't help but laugh at the indignation in his voice- as if scott wasn't the first one to ask the question. "I think- maybe jimmy."

tango grins. "well, I can’t argue with that one. he's so- he's good at everything." he almost complains. "like- he’s so bad, he’s good."

scott laughs again, nodding along. "void- he’s such a sweetheart, isn’t he?"

"have you guys kissed yet?" martyn says offhandedly, as if he’s not wearing the most shit-eating grin tango has ever seen.

"no." scott says before tango has time to figure out how to use words normally again, and- is he actually pouting? void below, scott smajor will be the end of him. "it's something that needs to be remedied."

tango gives a slightly nervous laugh, because frankly- what are you meant to say to that? scott is grinning at him, head tilted to the side ever so slightly, and- well of course tango wants to kiss him. why wouldn’t he- why wouldn’t anyone? "what- am I just more research?"

scott smirks, and tango is done for. "well, of a sort.." he lifts his hand, beginning to trace the outline of tango's lips with a curiosity that undoubtedly has set his hair alight. "see- you have those teeth." he murmurs, almost to himself. tango can’t seem to tear his eyes away from scott- whose own gaze is directed at tango's lips.

swallowing the instinct to bite scott's thumb (he'd surely have a good reaction, regardless of if it was indignation or.. well. something else), tango catches scott's hand in his, and scott looks up at him. "I don’t suppose you're interested in my dental records, huh scott?" he runs a tongue over his fangs, watching with a giddy satisfaction as scott tracks the motion.

"well, I am drunk," scott mutters, and he’s leaning closer. "it'd hardly be embarrassing- you’re just so.." he meets tango's eyes and trails off. "oh- you are making a fool of me." he smacks at tango's shoulder, sitting back, and- is he blushing?

"I- I wasn't aware that was something I could do." tango can’t help but grin, a kind of buzzing in his chest as he begins to realise what scott meant.

"of course you can." scott says, more matter-of-factly than tango has ever heard him. is this a drunk scott thing? wait- is that why he won all the quizzes earlier this evening? "come on now- look at you."

tango feels himself blushing embarrassingly, and something in scott's expression shifts in an inconveniently attractive way. "you- I think you were saying something." tango says, and scott looks confused until he adds, "i’m 'so' something?"

scott's face is pink, but he smirks valiantly as if he’s as composed as ever. "so gorgeous, I was saying sweetheart." he brings his hand up to cup tango's cheek, and he finds himself sinking into the touch within an instant. scott's smirk softens ever so slightly. "and there you go, proving me right again."

"now, if I didn’t know any better," tango tilts his head. "i’d say you like me."

"I wonder how you might have guessed that?" scott's eyes flick to his lips, and tango might explode. he’s pretty sure martyn left a while ago, but he doesn't really care enough to glance away from the way scott is staring at him. "I do mean it of course- it is a tragedy that we haven't kissed yet." he tilts his head, voice dropping to a murmur. "you see- I have it on good authority that you tend to purr when you’re especially pleased."

tango leans in ever so slowly, until scott's breath ghosts his face, and tango's own exhale ruffles the ends of his turquoise hair. "well, that would require you to put in some effort, darling." he almost whispers, and scott's eyes sparkle.

"gladly." is the last thing scott hisses before his lips are on tango's.

scott tastes like brandy and gingerbread, and his hands are in tango's hair and against his waist, and it's as if he somehow knows exactly what tango wants without him even having to say a word, because now he’s scratching at the base of his hair ever so softly, and rubbing circles into his waist, and tango is going to die. frankly, it's all he can do to nip at scott's lip and revel in the quiet groan he elicits that runs through tango's body like thunder- and he’s already begun to purr. it'd be embarrassing if it wasn't so incredibly obvious how much scott delights in it.

tango pulls back to pepper kisses down scott's jaw, and he can’t help but smile as scott begins to stroke up and down tango's spine. it's weird- he always assumed that kissing scott would be like fire, but it's slowly becoming all soft touches and quiet breathing and gentle kisses in the most bizarre spots- that tango is soon realising are the only places scott can quite reach as tango makes his way down scott's neck.

"you’re- you’re good at that." scott says breathlessly, and tango can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. he looks up to find scott flushed but smiling. "I didn’t- didn't think you’d be the one getting me quite so-"

"flustered?" tango teases, pressing a kiss to the corner of scott's mouth, relishing the way scott chases his lips on instinct. "I like it- suits you."

scott laughs, and tango is utterly smitten. "alright- as if you’re not still purring." he runs a hand through tango's hair, almost thoughtfully, and tango finds himself leaning into it. "void- how was I ever supposed to get over you?"

tango almost chokes. "I- you- get over?"

"mm, I blame jimmy." scott says, almost absentmindedly playing with tango's hair. "I spent too long listening to his rants about his wonderful tango- he made me go and fall for you! and- see, just look at your face- I was done for!"

"I- well- first of all, i’m never gonna get over that." tango says, and scott laughs. "but, second of all- void, the irony of that."

scott frowns in apparent confusion, but before he can say anything, tango is kissing him again. it- okay, that little frown was just too beautiful. is he meant to have some kind of self control right now? it's christmas. scott makes a muffled noise that could be laughter as he kisses back, tracing a hand up and down tango's jaw in the most intoxicating way. tango hears his own purring grow louder, and scott pulls back.

"aren't you just a darling?" his voice is a little gravelly, and tango wants nothing more than to kiss him again. "an impatient one at that." scott teases, and tango pouts at him. something melts in scott's expression. "goodness me, tango, i’m never going to get my own way ever again if you keep looking at me like that."

"and what a shame that would be." tango mumbles, leaning forward to kiss scott's jaw. "i’ve been so patient all this time, y’know." he says against scott's skin, and scott gives an almost inaudible gasp. wow- okay. he can make scott gasp. good to know. "and you’ve just been walking around looking like- like that." tango nips gently at scott's jaw, and he gives a muffled groan.

"you- you are insufferable." scott's voice is almost a whisper. "oh- come up here."

tango obliges, but not before pressing one last kiss to where scott's jaw meets his neck. it's truly a wonder to see how it plays out on scott's face- he honestly wants to do nothing else for all eternity. "can i help you?" he says innocently.

"you’re going to leave a mark." scott scolds, pouting despite how obviously he’s enjoying himself. tango can’t help but grin.

"are you against that?" tango runs his tongue over his teeth, if only to tease scott that little bit more.

scott raises a hand to card through tango's hair. "what i’m against," he grips suddenly, and tango gasps. scott's eyes glint. "is that I haven't had a turn yet."

tango gives a huff of a laugh. "I- I couldn’t turn down an offer like that."

"I thought not." scott smirks, and before tango can think, his lips are against tango's neck- and he is definitely well practiced at this. he wonders, half delirious as he attempts to stifle embarrassing gasps, if scott ever did this with jimmy or martyn. there's a kind of ridiculous pride that bubbles up in his chest as scott murmurs, "truly, I should have done this sooner. you’re just so cute, love."

"I wouldn't- wouldn’t want to disappoint." tango's voice is a little strained, but- okay, scott doesn't brother moving away as he speaks, and his lips brush against tango's skin in the most wonderful way.

scott hums, nipping at tango's neck and laughing softly as he gasps at it. "you do many things, my dear, but disappoint is not one of them."

tango grasps half blindly until he manages to grab scott's collar, yanking him up so he can kiss him fully. scott makes a noise stuck between surprise and appreciation, and sighs into the kiss as tango bites. there's the taste of iron, and tango tries to pull back, but scott chases his lips and tango finds that it's impossible to deny him.

by the time they eventually break apart, their breathing is shallow and scott's blood is smeared across both their faces like lipstick. there's something burning in scott's eyes, but tango can’t quite figure out what.

"I didn't even have to use mistletoe." tango hears himself say, and scott laughs. "void, you're beautiful when you do that." he says, almost accidentally, and he can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed- especially not when that hint of shyness flickers across scott's face.

"I really did wait too long." scott says, licking the blood off his lip absentmindedly, clearly oblivious to how easily that action has set tango's mind on fire. "i’ve been missing out."

tango tilts his head, drinking in the image of scott with his messed-up hair and flushed face and blood-smeared lips. "as have I." he hums, half distracted by the way scott's eyes widen ever so slightly as he seems to realise that tango is admiring him. "you’re a work of art, love."

scott gives a little huff, and tango honestly can’t believe he’s managed to fluster him twice in one evening. "you- you can't just say that with such- such a look in your eye." he’s a little breathless, and it's unfairly attractive.

"i’ve spent too long trying to pretend i’m not hopelessly in love with you." tango feels himself smile, embarrassingly softly. "and- to be completely honest, you’re fucking gorgeous."

"look who's talking." scott's voice is breathy, and tango has butterflies—butterflies that are only amplified as scott rubs an idle thumb against tango's waist. "d'you know that even your eyes glow?"

tango gives what he hopes is a nonchalant shrug. "it's been mentioned before." he can't help grinning as scott rolls his eyes fondly. "you know- i don’t think i’m ever going to get over that."

scott laughs again, and tango smiles at it as warmth floods his body. "maybe i’m just biased, but you have reached the top of my list, sweetheart. best kisser on the server."

"i’m flattered." tango says, pressing a kiss to scott's cheek. it feels so suddenly domestic that he can’t bring himself to make a joke about scott being second to jimmy, and instead says, "i don’t think anyone could compete with you."

"i want.." scott trails off, apparently distracted by playing with tango's hair. it takes a moment, but he seems to remember what he was saying. "i want you by my side. for.." he hums in thought. "forever, maybe."

feeling as if he’s the luckiest person in the world, tango gives a huff of flustered laughter. "i can't say i’d complain."

scott presses a kiss to tango's lips, soft and chaste. tango could melt, and it must show on his face as scott pulls back, as his smile softens to something so private that tango feels as if he should look away. before he can actually act on this thought, however, scott is giving him another kiss, and another, until tango can’t help but laugh at scott, who doesn't even seem remotely phased, and instead begins to pepper his face with warm kisses.

"you’re just- you’re perfect." scott says after a moment, so incredibly fond that tango nearly dies right then and there. "i have cuteness aggression, but- for beauty, or something." he grins, apparently a little embarrassed. "i have to do something about it."

"you- you do this thing," tango says, not really thinking about what the words are until they’ve already left his throat. "you're so- so smug and cocky, and then all of a sudden you just- you’re almost shy." tango laughs. "and both are just- oh-"

he gives up on words and instead pulls scott in for another kiss. scott laughs against his lips, but obliges him for a moment before pulling back to tell him, "you, darling, are adorable."

"and you are irresistible." tango says, and scott smiles as they kiss.

"so you didn’t need my help." comes a very jimmy-esque voice from beside them, and tango would yelp if he weren't so content.

scott pulls back, and for the first time ever, tango feels some sense of resentment towards his soulmate. "i’m not sure your help would have.. helped." he gives a smirk.

"no- it would have." jimmy says confidently, shooting tango a grin. "d'you know i thought i was falling for scott again, in double life?"

tango feels his jaw drop. "no. you didn’t- you felt that?"

jimmy laughs at tango's expression, but the silence from scott that can only indicate that he is flustered by this information is honestly worth the embarrassment. "i did! and then in limited life, i was back to normal- but i noticed you looking just a bit too long at scott-"

"you hypocrite!" tango complains, grinning despite himself. he really does love jimmy. "what with you and joel-"

"that was different!" jimmy protests immediately, face flushing. "we- that was the bad boys!"

"bad boys, famously, call each other babe." scott chimes in, audibly smirking.

jimmy huffs, embarrassed. "whatever- i got over it."

tango is having arguably too much fun with teasing jimmy—although, most of the entertainment is borne from the fact that he knows jimmy doesn’t actually care. a lot of it is from the way he blushes every time they bring up one of his crushes though, which is also funny. "just in time to immediately fall for scar?"

jimmy buries his face in his hands, groaning as tango and scott laugh in delight. "he still doesn't know."

scott gasps, apparently appalled by this new development. or, rather- the lack of a development might be a better way to put it. "jimmy- you’ve been on a team with him for weeks!"

"yeah- well, you were married to him." tango nudges scott, who blushes in a very pretty way.

"that was a failing on both of our parts, thank you very much." scott says, poking tango in the side, who grins at it. "and you were soulmates, so you don’t get to tease me."

"maybe there'll be a christmas miracle." jimmy says, looking past them at something. tango turns to follow his gaze to see scar laughing with mumbo about something.

scott grins. "would you like me to be the christmas miracle?"

a beat, and tango watches as jimmy visibly weighs the pros and cons of this plan in his mind. tango wonders how often this has happened- scott was the one who planted the idea in his mind that jimmy might like him back. huh. after a second, jimmy groans. "yes please."

tango is immediately disappointed as scott stands up, and scott turns to see the pout on his face only to laugh. "i'll be back in a minute, sweetheart." he says, walking towards scar.

"i blame you for that." tango says to jimmy.

"i’m not sorry."

#emberfrost #snowbugs #tangotek #scott smajor #smajor1995 #trafficblr #trafficshipping #trafficfic #romance #kissing #making out #i remembered to format it properly before i posted are you guys proud of me #wren writes

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