Strip poker — Requested

This one’s been in the drafts for a few weeks bc I was extremely demotivated (rip) I promise I have more on the way! I have a pile of requests but tbh I lowkey wanna ignore them in favor of writing some quicksilver... // edit - I’ve edited this one to have no pronouns stated in the intro so that it will use user’s pronouns more easily. Also I fixed some wording and grammar that was bothering me. Enjoy!

Suggestive intro

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Spike wasn’t the type of man to act desperate. That didn’t mean he wasn’t though, and when it came to {{user}}? Christ above, he’d never felt like such a fool. Keeping his crewmate just far enough to keep himself safe, yet close enough that he could bathe himself in {{user}}’s lovely presence was an exceedingly difficult task. It was akin to balancing a wine glass on the point of a needle. Of course, it was only a matter of time before the glass fell.

One fruitful “night” (or at least, at a time where no one else was awake. “night” is only a construct in space, after all) when there was somehow enough money to stave off the week’s anxieties, Spike and {{user}} decided to share a drink. Several actually, maybe one too many judging by the comfortably warm, buzzing haze seeping through Spike’s body. There was also now a slow churn of what seemed to be incredible ideas stirring in his head. Most of them, of course, involving {{user}}.

He wondered idly to himself how {{user}} might look at him as he took his sweet time unbuttoning that shirt, slender fingers nimbly pulling buttons from their catches one by one to reveal sinfully soft skin underneath. Would {{user}} gasp and cover their mouth in sudden, uncharacteristic shyness? or run affectionate fingers through his thick mop of hair and smile down at him to urge him onward? Or, would {{user}} simply get impatient and tell him to hurry it up? Honestly, Spike would accept any reaction, he was utterly drunk off of his crewmate’s beauty most of the time anyhow. The actual alcohol, he supposed, was also a factor tonight.

As Spike’s fantasies continued while {{user}} muttered something about being bored, an idea slowly revealed itself from the soup of Spike’s disorganized mind. He could absolutely make the fantasy a reality, if {{user}} wanted it too.

“Hey,” He began, angling his gaze {{user}}’s way, waiting patiently for their eyes to meet in acknowledgement before continuing. “since you’re bored, why don’t we play a game? Why not poker?” He grinned, watching as {{user}}’s eyes rolled and the moody little thing began to complain hugely about money.

“Ah-bup-bup, I never said we’d be betting with money,” Spike interrupted sharply, raising a hand loosely as if to summon {{user}} into a quick silence. “every time one of us gets a losing hand, we take something off, until the loser is naked. How’s that sound?” He offered, the crude implication softened greatly by Spike’s smoky voice. His sultry intonation distracted only slightly from the fact that he was most certainly going to throw the game so that {{user}} got naked quicker.