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It had been a year. One incredible year, filled with nothing but love and comfort. So much had changed, and Spamton couldn't be a happier man. His business was prosperous, the studio was overflowing with support and views, and his and Tenna's relationship had only deepened. It had been a struggle in the beginning, but the constant love and support was everything Spamton had needed to make it through.
Being around Tenna was always so comforting. He always made sure Spamton felt safe and happy. It was such a drastic switch, but Spamton got used to the constant attention. He finally felt that his needs were met, and met with enthusiasm, not begrudgingly. He could ask for what he needed, and even when he went non-verbal, Tenna was still able to understand. And, Spamton was getting better at communicating with his hands. They had a few distinct signs between them, such as asking for pen and paper, for food, for space, or for affection.
Tenna was always receptive and understanding. If Spamton needed space, he gave it. If he needed water or a snack, he got it. If they just wanted to sit in silence on the couch for hours on end, they could do that.
And, Spamton was there for Tenna in kind. If there was a storm, Spamton dropped what he was doing to tend to Tenna. It didn't matter where he was or what he was doing. The moment he heard thunder, he was there by his side in an instant. He never touched his wires again, but as long as he was near Tenna, they both felt safe. They would find a nearby room and sit against the wall, waiting for it to pass.
Tenna would lay his head in Spamton's lap, but keep his hands clutched firmly in his own clothes so he didn't hurt him. Then, once the initial surges were over, Spamton would help him to the car and drive him home. They would take it easy for the next few days, but Tenna happily used his cane to get around the house and studio by himself. He showed it off, too, with a proud smile on his face. He used it as an excuse to gush about Spamton and how perfect he was, which always made him blush.
When Tenna was having doubts about the show, Spamton was there to lift him back up. The ratings were the best Tenna had seen in years, but there were still moments in the dead of night where he felt inadequate. Spamton would guide him back to reality with soft words. The back and forth was easy, supporting each other just felt natural. Loving each other was natural, as natural as breathing.
But, Spamton's favorite part of the entire year was when he finally moved into Tenna's house. They hardly ever spent time apart anyway, he spent more nights at Tenna's house than his own. So, after a few long conversations, a lot of arrangements, and a few days of packing, Spamton moved in. He felt instantly at home there. Probably because not much had changed except for a few of his car posters on the walls.
It was the mentality, though, that made Spamton's head spin. This wasn't just Tenna's house anymore, it was his. He had his own drawer in the bathroom, his own laundry basket, his own dresser. Tenna's bed was theirs. The kitchen was theirs. He parked in the garage right next to Tenna's car. He hung his keys up right beside Tenna's. He could finally say, "Oh honey, I'm home!" and have it mean something true.
It was perfect. It was everything he wanted.
And he was so happy, so fucking happy, to finally see that day on the calendar, their first anniversary.
He had no clue if Tenna was planning anything. But, given how extravagant Tenna was, of course he was planning something. But, what was it? Dinner at an expensive restaurant? A quiet night in with a book? Mind-blowing, incredible sex?
Maybe all three in that order.
Spamton was vibrating with excitement and anticipation. But, not only because of the idea of being spoiled rotten, but also because of the gift he had planned for Tenna. He'd done his absolute best keeping it a secret, only working on it when he knew Tenna wouldn't drop by his shop to surprise him for lunch or something. But, after months of planning, designing, and building, it was complete.
Custom made, completely unique, a one-of-a-kind Cungadero. Each and every detail was fussed over extensively, Spamton didn't settle for anything less than perfect. He'd taken such great care to make sure Tenna wouldn't have to shrink a single inch to fit into this car, driver or passenger seat. It had been such a challenge, but a welcome one at that. Spamton was proud of his work, and it was actually hiding in the garage under a tarp, right under Tenna's comically large nose. Tenna knew better not to mess with Spamton's cars, so he was none the wiser.
Spamton couldn't wait to unveil it.
He grinned as he thought about it, then was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the front door open. He lifted his head to see Tenna walk inside, taking his shoes off and placing them in the closet. He faced Spamton and smiled softly. "Hi, Spams."
Spamton stood from his seat and crossed over to him. "Welcome home. How was your day?" He fell into Tenna's arms, safely tucked in his embrace. He received a kiss to the top of his head and nuzzled in closer, eyes closing gently in contentment.
"So long and boring, all I wanted to do was come back home to you," he sighed, then scooped Spamton up into his arms and spun him around a few times. "I have something planned."
Spamton latched onto him for dear life as he was lifted into the air, letting out a little yelp of surprise. "You do?" he asked almost breathlessly. "Like what?"
"You'll find out," Tenna grinned as he peppered Spamton's face in kisses. He sighed happily as he held him close to his chest, his head tucked safely under his chin, while his hand held him from underneath so he wasn't just dangling in midair.
Spamton relaxed into his grip, then tilted his head up to kiss Tenna's lips. Tenna melted into him, clearly getting more giddy with every kiss they shared. His grip tightened a little, and their gazes met. Spamton chuckled and reached up to cup Tenna's cheek. "You gonna tell me how to dress, at least?"
Tenna grinned and nodded. "Be comfy, and maybe bring an extra pair."
Spamton blinked. "Extra- where are you taking me?"
Tenna chuckled and set him down on the ground carefully. "I told you! You'll find out! Just go get dressed and sit in the car. Oh! And cover your eyes until I say it's okay to look!"
"The entire time?" Spamton asked, his mouth agape. "You got me curious. Maybe a little nervous."
"Aw, don't be nervous! You'll love it, I promise. Now go, go go go!" He shooed Spamton towards the stairs after one more kiss.
Spamton rolled his eyes and started up the stairs, turning back around to blow him a kiss before he made his way to their bedroom. He changed into some comfortable shorts and a shirt, throwing a hoodie on over it as well. He paused, then grabbed a small bag and packed an extra change of clothes. But, before he went back downstairs, he paused again. A grin spread across his face, and he made his way to the closet.
It was a big walk-in closet, holding all of their shirts on racks as well as some storage. In a few drawers were their sex toys, they didn't have very many. But, Spamton walked past them and towards a hidden spot in the corner. He'd covered it with a towel, making it look like dirty laundry, and he was so thankful that Tenna hadn't tried to clean it. Because, beneath that towel was another one of Spamton's surprises. A few spools of simple velvet rope.
Tenna didn't like to admit it, but he was a freak in bed. He was bashful about it outside of the bedroom, and Spamton was so ashamed to speak about it even in the bedroom. But, Tenna had some fantasies. He knew of some of them, from small hints he'd dropped during their other love-making sessions. He loved to hold Spamton's wrists above his head, or pin his body down with his weight. He loved watching Spamton squirm on his back and beg.
And, Spamton had to admit, he loved it too. He loved everything Tenna did to him. He loved letting himself fall into Tenna's control. He knew he was going to be taken care of and fussed over, and Tenna never skipped on aftercare. He always made sure to give Spamton space if he needed it, or affection, or water and a snack, or a bath. Even when Spamton couldn't speak, Tenna always understood.
So, Spamton wanted to give something to Tenna that he had been considering for a few weeks at this point. Complete control. It was a scary thought at first, to let somebody take full control over him, to restrict his movement down to nothing. Spamton from a year ago would have been trembling at the mere mention of it, but he had grown, and Tenna had proven time and time again that there wasn't ever going to be a moment where he didn't listen to Spamton. He had earned this right, this control. He had earned Spamton's trust completely and entirely.
Spamton lifted the towel to check if it was there, and when it was, he grinned. He lifted it to check on his other other surprise, and it was untouched as well. He placed the towel back and exited the closet. He gathered his bag and headed down the stairs.
Tenna was standing in the kitchen, hurriedly hiding whatever he was working on behind his back as he whipped around. "Ah! Spams!" he shuffled to the side, sliding the item with him to block it from view even more. "Go to the car, I'll be out in a few minutes. Don't forget, close your eyes!"
Spamton chuckled. "Whatever you say, big guy." He blew him a kiss, a little disappointed that he couldn't leap into his arms, but he made his way to the car nonetheless. He hopped into the passenger's seat and waited, his fingers tapping against his knees. He closed his eyes and hummed, nodding his head along to the rhythm.
He didn't have to wait long. Tenna was out within a few minutes. He opened up the back door and placed some things on the floor, making sure they were secure before he crossed over to the driver's side. He climbed in with a sigh, then started the car. "You ready, Spams?"
"Yeah," he said with a smile. "Any hints?"
"Hm, nah," Tenna grinned, reaching over to pat his wrists. He leaned down and kissed his cheek. "No peeking until I say. Okay?"
"I'm gonna be so bored, though! You know I love looking out the window," he pouted, slumping forward, his eyes scrunched shut.
"I know, I'm so sorry," Tenna teased, pinching his cheek before kissing him again.
Spamton shook his head with a sigh, then leaned back and crossed his arms. Tenna started to drive, and they fell into a light conversation. Tenna talked about his day and the upcoming shows, while Spamton rambled on and on about a new line of Cungaderos. Time flew by with laughter and chatter. Then, Tenna pulled into a parking lot and turned the car off.
"Alright, Spams. You can open your eyes now," he said, holding Spamton's hands securely between his own.
Spamton peeked his eyes open, grimacing as the light hurt them a little bit. But, he looked out the window and was greeted with a familiar sight.
Their hiking trail.
He blinked, adjusting to the light. Then, he smiled softly. "I should have guessed."
"Yeah, you should have," Tenna said cheekily, and Spamton smacked his arm playfully. He faced Spamton, his smile so wide and bright that Spamton thought he would go blind. Their gazes met, and Spamton reached across the center console to cup Tenna's cheek.
"It's perfect," he said softly. "Thank you, Tenna."
"You haven't even seen the half of it, love," Tenna leaned into his touch, his smile so dopey and so loving.
Spamton craned his neck to kiss him, their lips slotting together softly, perfectly, like the final pieces of a puzzle. The rest of the world faded in that moment, leaving just them in peace and comfort. Spamton pulled away first, then dove in to kiss him again and again. Tenna's hand reached to hold his waist, pulling him into his lap. Spamton yelped in surprise, but chuckled and wrapped his arms around Tenna's neck anyway. He kissed him again, losing himself in the love radiating from him. He felt dizzy with it, like he would just fall over into his arms and wake up in a pile of fluff.
Tenna rocked them back and forth a little, his hands never once leaving Spamton's waist. They relished the proximity, their lips never once parting except for the occasional breath. After a few minutes, Tenna patted his waist twice. Spamton pulled away again, wiping his lips with a sloppy smile. He rested his forehead against Tenna's with a happy sigh. Then, Tenna pushed the door open and helped Spamton leave the car. He exited right after him, then went to the backseat to grab the bags of extra clothes along with a large picnic basket.
Spamton's eyes widened at the sight of it, and he felt his heart flutter in his chest. He grabbed the bags of clothes from Tenna and carried them on his back. "You really had everything prepared under my nose, didn't you?"
Tenna chuckled. "You're very easy to hide things from, love. All I needed to do was put it on the top shelf."
Spamton smacked his arm again, and Tenna gave a laugh. He locked the car and they started towards the trail, hands clasped. But, as soon as they started to walk, Spamton wanted to explore. He started to jog ahead, but a whistle from Tenna made him stop and turn. Tenna held out his hand and pointed to the bags.
"Are you sure? I can carry them," Spamton said.
"You want to run and climb, you'll hurt yourself if you're carrying things," Tenna said, holding out his hand again.
Spamton shrugged, then took the bags off and handed them to Tenna. Then, he took off. Tenna lagged behind, simply watching as Spamton started to scamper through the shrubbery. He laughed to himself as he climbed trees and hung from branches. He would find a sturdy one every so often and hang upside-down from it, calling for Tenna to look and see. Tenna would help him down if he got stuck, giving him a kiss on the head and telling him to be careful.
Spamton wasn't ever careful.
Every hill was scaled, every shiny rock was yoinked and stuffed into a pocket, every berry bush was examined and stolen from. He ran to and fro across the path, darting to every little thing that caught his attention. A butterfly, a particularly large leaf, another rock. He grinned and laughed like a kid in a candy store, showing off his finds to Tenna with a few random facts about them.
When they reached the waterfall, Spamton did what he always did. He would stop and stare for a long while, simply admiring the beauty. He sat on the rock he'd claimed as his own and watched. Tenna caught up to him, entering the clearing a minute or so after him. Spamton turned to him and smiled, then continued to stare at the beauty of the waterfall. A faint rainbow formed in the mist at the bottom. Spamton wanted to reach and touch it, feel the cool water on his skin. The heat from the sun was comforting, the perfect weather for a swim.
Tenna set up the picnic as Spamton observed, his legs crossed nearly on the rock. He held his ankles so they didn't slip and leaned forward, studying closer. He could see movement beneath the water, small fish and frogs that darted left and right beneath the cool, blue surface. Once Tenna was done, he cleared his throat. Spamton faced him with a grin, then slid off the rock to join Tenna on the picnic blanket.
Before him was a spread of his favorites. Grilled cheese, tomato soup, his favorite kind of chips. There were all kinds of fruits, grapes, strawberries, blueberries, cherries. Tenna had even brought a bottle of his favorite whiskey. Spamton's smile turned wobbly, and he scooted closer to Tenna. He leaned into his side. "It's wonderful," he whispered. "Thank you, Tenna."
Tenna wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close into his side. "Happy anniversary, Spams. It's... been such an incredible year."
"You can say that again," he chuckled. Then, he patted Tenna's wrists, and he moved his arm. Spamton climbed into his lap, settling in with a content sigh. He tilted his head up to catch Tenna's gaze, and he relaxed into him the moment his arms wrapped around him again. He reached forward, grabbing himself a plate and loading it up with food. He got one for Tenna as well, then they started to eat.
It was calm and quiet, the only noise being the sounds of the waterfall rushing and birds chirping. It was comforting to be enveloped in warmth like this, to be held in the beautiful sunlight in a place that held so many good memories.
Spamton couldn't help but reminisce.
Their first meeting.
Their first show.
Their matching suits.
Their first kiss.
The first night they spent together.
All the secrets they willingly shared with each other, all the soft moments between the chaos, all the trust and love and safety.
Spamton couldn't help but wonder where he would be if he hadn't met Tenna. Caught up in his own world, trapped inside a persona that didn't feel like himself. Masking his identity to make things easier for himself. Hiding away behind cars and money and malice.
But, at the same time, he truly believed that Tenna would have found him one way or another. Whether it was at that bar, or some other chance encounter. Maybe they just bumped into each other on the street, maybe Spamton would have reached out to be on his show, maybe, maybe, maybe.
Spamton's life was so full of maybes and uncertainty. Ever since he was a kid, things had been so frightening and rocky. He never knew how he felt, or how he was supposed to feel. His emotions were kept under lock and key, hidden away behind walls that not even he knew how to break down. Yet somehow, Tenna managed to do it. He wormed his way right into Spamton's well-guarded heart, breaking down his walls with a bright smile and so much love to give.
Spamton paused as he held a piece of fruit to his lips. He turned a little to catch a glimpse of Tenna's face. He also looked deep in thought, but not in turmoil. Just thoughtful, contemplative. Spamton grinned and reached his hand up, putting the fruit in front of his lips. Tenna shook himself out of the trance and chuckled, leaning forward to take a bite. "Thank you, Spams."
"Whatcha thinking about?" he asked, grabbing another fruit, a strawberry this time, and holding it up for Tenna.
"You," the answer was instant, and Spamton's cheeks flushed a little red. "You just. God, Spams, you make me lose my mind." He sighed and wrapped his arms around his waist tighter, pulling him closer to his chest. He rested his chin on the top of his head, then kissed it gently. "It baffles me that it's already been a year. It feels like I've known you for so much longer. Like my whole life."
Spamton exhaled a small breath, then leaned back and closed his eyes. "I wish I'd known you my whole life," he whispered. "But... I really want to spend the rest of it with you. I love you, Tenna. I... I've never loved anybody the way I love you. I've never had the chance, a-and now that I have it, it's so much better than what I could have imagined." His voice broke a little, but he refused to fall victim to the doubt in his mind. He steadied himself, then turned and faced Tenna fully. He sat upright so their faces were close, and he caressed his cheeks. "You lit everything up for me, Tenna."
Tenna pressed their foreheads together, his face tinting a little pink as he smiled. "I told myself I wasn't going to get sappy, but, you know I can't help it, Spams." He kissed him gently, letting himself fall into Spamton's hands. "I love you. I love how you let me into your life, how you trusted me with yourself. We've both grown and changed so much for each other, and I... I really feel like I'm a better version of myself. I feel so much better than before. Happier. Lighter." He carded his fingers through Spamton's hair and kissed him again.
"I... I want to." He swallowed thickly, then reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small box, and Spamton's eyes widened. "It's not what you think, I promise!" he rushed to say, his face flushing a deep red. He turned bashful as he opened the box, revealing a set of simple matching rings. "It's a promise ring. I-I... I'm devoting everything to you, Spams. Every fiber of my being belongs to you. And I swear on everything I am that I will love you forever."
Spamton stared down at the rings, his mouth agape in shock. He reached down to pick up the smaller one, and he held it up to the sun to study. It was just silver, but it sparkled beautifully in the light. He sniffled, then held the ring close to his chest. "You mean it?" he asked, his voice shaky and broken. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes and he haphazardly wiped them away with the back of his hand.
"Why wouldn't I?" Tenna asked softly, taking Spamton's hand in his one and the ring in the other. "Can I?"
Spamton nodded, and Tenna slowly slid the ring onto his pointer finger. He shuddered a little as the ring slid perfectly into place, and Tenna brought it to his lips to kiss. Spamton gave a broken, tearful laugh, then grasped onto Tenna's hand. He grabbed the second ring and slid it on, then intertwined their fingers. The rings glistened together in the brilliant sunlight.
"I never thought it would come to this," Spamton mumbled, his gaze locked on the ring. "Having somebody like you. Loving somebody this much. I never thought it was possible. It never seemed possible. Like... like I was too broken to be loved so freely. I..." He trailed off, his voice catching in his throat. "I never felt like I was worthy of it. And I was always so terrified that someone would try to love me and end up turning away because of how I truly am." He faced Tenna, tears streaming down his cheeks. "How you put up with me is a mystery, Tenna."
"Not really, because the answer is so simple," he said softly. He kissed Spamton's lips, carefully rocking them back and forth, swaying with the wind. "Because it's part of you. And I love you."
Spamton chuckled. "Sappy, cheesy man."
Tenna grinned. "Only for you, love."
Spamton glanced down at the ring again, then he latched onto Tenna's wrist and kissed his ring. "I love you."
"I love you," he answered, as easy as breathing. When all else failed, those three little words would always be easy to say.
"You'll have to wait for your gifts until we get home," Spamton said with a grin. "I got you a few."
"Oh, I'm excited!" Tenna said, clapping his hands together gleefully. "Any hints?"
Spamton shook his head. "Nah. Not a single one."
Tenna sighed dramatically, then draped himself over Spamton's shoulder, wrapping his arms around him. "Pleaaaaaase?"
"Nuh-uh!" Spamton laughed. "It won't be too much longer, you just have to be a bit more patient."
Tenna groaned. "Fine, you keep your secrets."
Spamton rolled his eyes and kissed Tenna's lips. He turned around and sat in his lap again, picking up his plate and continuing to eat. "Once we're done with this, I'm dunking you in that lake."
Tenna snorted. "Good luck with that, Spams."
They continued to eat and chat, the rings sitting comfortably on their fingers. Spamton found himself glancing at it every few moments, his heart swelling with so much love and adoration that he didn't know how to handle it. He wanted to burst into tears, he wanted to laugh out loud, he wanted to tackle this man and kiss him senseless.
He could not wait to get home.
As soon as they were finished with their food, Spamton bolted for the lake. He chucked his socks and shoes elsewhere as he ran, nearly stumbling and tripping every so often. Tenna wasn't too far behind, but he took his shoes off before he made his way too the lake. They splashed in together, throwing water in each other's faces. Spamton tried, and failed miserably, to dunk Tenna. He was just far too tall. Tenna, however, easily dunked Spamton multiple times. Even with his shrieks of protest, Spamton was soaking wet within a few moments. He splashed Tenna desperately, but to no avail.
They played and laughed and splashed for a while before Tenna finally let Spamton dunk him. He shrank down a few feet, and was very quickly yanked into the water. They toppled over together in a fit of laughter before wrapping their arms around each other and sinking down together. The softness was ruined by Tenna shoving Spamton's head beneath the water, and the subsequent tidal waves in Tenna's face.
By the time they got out of the water, the sun was starting to set. They took turns changing while the other held up a towel to shield them from view. Then, with wet hair and soggy socks, they made their way to the car. But, they didn't drive home yet. Instead, they found a parking spot facing the sunset, and they sat on the hood of Tenna's car. Spamton drank some whiskey, but Tenna elected for water instead, since he had to drive. They talked more, about random things, about the past, about what was in their future. Their hopes, their dreams, their aspirations.
As the sun set beyond the horizon, Spamton turned to Tenna. Hands clasped, they shared a soft kiss, wrapped in the dying sunlight and so much love. They spent a few more quiet minutes enjoying the final rays of sun before heading into the car to drive home. Their hands were clasped in the center console the entire time, Spamton's eyes closed with exhaustion.
He awoke when they reached that final turn home, and he brought a smile to his face, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. He sat up and rubbed his eye. "Mhn, open the garage," he said with a yawn.
Tenna peeked at him curiously. "There's no space for me to park in the garage. You have your project in there."
"I know," Spamton said with a knowing grin. He sat upright a bit more as Tenna pulled into the driveway, leaving plenty of space for Spamton to move his car out of the garage. It opened, and Spamton giggled as he clapped his hands together. "Cover your face once we're out of the car, Tenna."
"If you say so," Tenna said with a shrug. "Let me take the things inside first if we're going to stay out here."
Spamton nodded. He did follow Tenna inside though, only to quickly grab a set of keys and race back out to the driveway. He waited by the garage for Tenna to come back out, and the moment he did, he pointed to him. "Cover!" he said with a grin.
"Alright, alright, I'm not looking." Tenna covered his face and turned around, shoulders shaking with amused laughter.
Spamton double checked to make sure he wasn't looking, then raced to the project car and took the tarp off. It slid to the floor easily, and Spamton swept it to the side, revealing the beautiful car to the world. He hopped into the driver's seat, raising it to where he could actually drive, and slowly inched it out of the garage. He parked it just in the driveway, then reset the seat with a giddy grin. He launched himself out of the car and hurried to Tenna. He stood in front of him with a radiant smile, then patted his elbow. "Uncover your face, but don't turn around."
Tenna lowered his arms to see the proud and adoring look on Spamton's face. He melted at the sight, but then stared in confusion at the keys being handed to him. He grabbed them with a slight frown. "Car keys?"
Spamton aggressively nodded, then he pointed to the car behind Tenna. Tenna slowly turned around.
The keys fell to the floor.
He instantly scooped them with a rambling apology, but it just sounded like gibberish. He raced to the side of the car, carefully running his finger along the gold stripe that cut through sleek crimson red. A tall frame, taller than a normal Cungadero, but no less elegant. He sputtered as he grasped the driver's side handle. He yanked the door open and stared at the interior.
The leg room, the comfortable height, measured perfectly in correlation with his torso. He sputtered some more and hurriedly climbed inside. He gave a shout the moment he realized he didn't have to shrink a single inch. He adjusted the seat and latched onto the steering wheel, so completely and utterly amazed at the proportion of it all, how it all formed and molded to him.
He leapt from the seat and raced to Spamton, grasping him by the shoulders as a flower bloomed from his nose. "YOU MADE THIS?!" He shook him back and forth almost violently, his face brighter than ever before.
Spamton, rattled by the sudden shaking, tried to nod, but it only scrambled his brain more. He laughed. "I did!"
Tenna froze, staring deep into Spamton's eyes. He sank to his knees, wrapping his arms around him, burying his face into his shoulder.
He started to cry.
Spamton knew it was out of happiness, but it still broke his heart. He embraced Tenna back, rubbing circles onto his shoulder as he kissed the side of his head. "You like it?" he asked, unsure of what else to say.
"I love it, Spams," he said, voice breaking. "Y-you- you made this... for me? Specifically- specifically for me?"
"You hate being shorter than usual," Spamton said with a little bit of a shrug. "I know it's uncomfy."
Tenna made a small sound, like a whimper. He buried his face deeper into Spamton's neck, and he could feel tears trickling down his shoulder. Tenna shuddered, then pulled away, the flower still blooming from his nose. He plucked it, and after a moment of holding it, he delicately tucked it behind Spamton's ear. "I love it," he repeated, softer than before. "I-I don't even know what to say, Spammy. This is- you just- you made a car?"
Spamton chuckled and caressed Tenna's face, bringing him close for a tender kiss to the lips. "With my own two hands."
Tenna, flabbergasted, could only make another small sound. His lip wobbled, and he looked like he was about to start sobbing.
"You wanna take it for a drive?" Spamton asked.
"N-no, I think I would crash if I tried to drive right now," Tenna chuckled, wiping his face with the corner of his sleeve. "Tomorrow. First thing in the morning. I'll..." He made a small gasping noise, then wrapped Spamton up in another bone-crushing embrace.
Spamton gave as good as he got, squeezing Tenna with as much force as he could muster. They remained intertwined for a few long minutes before Tenna finally pulled away, sniffling and wiping his face. He shuddered, then handed the keys to Spamton. "Could you- could you put her back in the garage?"
"Of course, Tenna," Spamton smiled, kissing his knuckles before taking the keys. "Do you want your other gift tonight, or are you too tired?"
"You did not get me more things," Tenna muttered, mouth slightly agape.
"Well, it's..." Spamton paused for a moment, then grinned and winked at him. "Y'know."
Tenna flushed a bright red. "I want it!" he shouted, then clasped his hands over his mouth as his voice echoed through the neighborhood.
Spamton laughed. "I have a few things to do, could you wait at the dining table while I uhm..." he trailed off, shame suddenly overwhelming his mind. He tensed, then turned towards the car. He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. He shook his head, then opened the door and hopped inside. He saw Tenna out of the corner of his eye, walking in through the front door with a dopey grin on his face, tears still on his cheeks.
Spamton pulled the car into the garage and shut it off, then shut the garage door and headed inside. He saw Tenna sitting at the table, eagerly waiting with yet another flower blooming from his nose. Spamton chuckled and waved to him before he sauntered up the stairs, making sure Tenna was staring at his ass.
He entered the bedroom and slid the door shut, and instantly, his knees felt like jelly. He wobbled as he made his way to the bed, his stomach suddenly twisting into anxious knots. He clasped a hand over his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut.
He begged himself to not get cold feet. He wanted this, he wanted this so badly.
But, the idea of saying it out loud was actually terrifying.
What if Tenna said no? What if he'd been reading this wrong the entire time? What if Tenna didn't-
Spamton smacked himself in the face and huffed. He sat at the edge of the bed, his leg bouncing uncontrollably, shaking the whole frame. He leaned forward, putting his face into his hands. Anxiety clawed at him. His tongue felt like sandpaper in his mouth. He tried to force himself to speak, but the words died in his throat.
He glanced to the closet. He sighed, then stood and walked to that back corner. He lifted the towel and brought out the rope and the set of skimpy lingerie he'd bought for himself. It was black and simple, just a set of panties and a lacy bralette. He thought it would have been cute and fun, but now it stared him down with daggers.
Tenna would hate it. Tenna wouldn't like it. Tenna would frown and turn away.
No. He wouldn't.
Spamton exhaled a shaky breath, then laid the lingerie out on the bed. He lifted his shirt and tossed it to the floor, then sent a glance to the mirror. He stared at himself, half naked and trembling. In fear or anticipation, he wasn't sure.
He swallowed down the apprehension and slowly stepped out of his shorts and boxers. He dressed himself in the lingerie, ignoring how his fingers trembled around the straps. He sighed as soon as he was dressed, then his hands landed on the soft velvet rope. He pulled it into his lap and stared at it for a long while.
He could do this. He could ask for what he wanted. He could offer what he wanted to give. He wanted this, he wanted this. He just had to get the damn words out of his mouth.
He tried to say them to himself, but his voice cracked and wavered. He tried again and again, whispering the words like a mantra. But, he couldn't. He couldn't.
Then, he got an idea. He raced to the bedside table and yanked open a few drawers, not stopping until he found a pen and paper. He scrawled the words out almost sloppily, but it would do. There was no way his shaking hands would be able to write anymore. He placed the paper down on the bed in front of the rope, then stood back and gave himself a nod.
This would work. Tenna would see, he would read, and he would take care of him. Spamton could let himself relax in his arms, the way he always wanted to. He breathed again, the anxiety still present, but a little less. He made his way to the door, then he cracked it open. His voice was still wavering, but he was able to call out.
"Tenna," he said, just loud enough for him to hear. "I'm ready."
He heard the sound of a chair being shoved back, and he raced back to the bed on legs that were about to buckle and give out. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, his face alight with fluster. He hunched forward, rethinking this for just one final moment.
But, the moment that door opened, Spamton anxiety faded down to nothing.
Tenna stood, already half undressed, chest bare and heaving. His gaze locked on Spamton, and he froze. He dropped his clothes to the floor, his screen a bright and flustered red. He looked Spamton up and down, making a strangled noise at the sight of him. Spamton shifted a little, embarrassed and bashful. His eyes flickered to the tent in Tenna's pants, and he knew he would not make it through the night without some serious soreness afterwards.
Tenna took a hesitant step closer, then he took notice of the spools of rope on the bed. He cocked his head to the side curiously. "What's that?" he asked softly, taking a few more steps closer. He reached down to feel the rope, then picked up the sheet of paper with a curious noise.
"I-I can't say it, Tenna," Spamton said softly, his voice breaking. "No matter how hard I try, I-I can't tell you what I want. But... do you... can we- you-" He buried his face in his hands, then pointed to the note. "Just- read that."
Tenna went quiet as he read the few short sentences. He smiled softly, then gently placed the paper to the side. He took to his knees in front of Spamton, then reached up to cup his face. He stroked his cheeks with his thumbs, gently asking for eye contact. When Spamton didn't give it, he didn't press. He kissed his knuckles instead. "I would love to, Spammy. Is it really something you want?"
"Yes," Spamton whispered, squeezing his eyes shut with a shudder. "Please. I-I've been... thinking. I really want you to- to-" He gave a frustrated noise and raised a hand to his head, going for a hit against his forehead.
Tenna caught his wrist and slowly guided it away, kissing his knuckles again. "I have to admit, this is a surprise," he said with a soft chuckle. "I've been wanting this for a while, but I was waiting to see if you would be the one to bring it up. I never wanted to make you feel like you had to just because I wanted it. I know you like being in control of yourself."
"I do," Spamton muttered. "But, you being in... in control of me is something I want too. It's something that I... I feel like I'm ready to give." He lifted his eyes, still a bit scrunched, but with a smile instead of turmoil. "I trust you, Tenna. I know you would never hurt me. I know you would always listen to me. I trust you with everything that is mine. Even my... even the control I have over my own body. I trust you with it."
"Thank you," Tenna whispered, leaning closer, holding his hands to his chest. "Your trust means everything to me. I feel so privileged to be this close to you. It truly means so much to me. I won't let you down, Spams, I promise." He smiled softly, then grasped onto the ropes. He held them between his hands, getting used to the feeling of them. "I have to admit, I don't know many knots."
"Neither do I," Spamton said with a burbling chuckle. "We can just... make it simple tonight?"
"Of course," Tenna said. "I know it's hard for you to communicate, but it's going to be really important tonight, okay? Even if it's in a nonverbal way."
Spamton shifted a little, giving a small nod. "I don't know how I would, though. I wouldn't be able to tap you."
Tenna thought for a moment. "I could check in a lot? Or we could give you something to hold. Oh! Or you could knock against the headboard twice, the same way you tap."
Spamton hummed, then he nodded again. "Yeah, that sounds good. And same safeword as always if I can speak."
"That's my good boy," Tenna said with a smile, leaning forward to kiss Spamton's cheek. "Whenever you want to get started, love. I'm leaving it up to you."
Spamton's hands wrung together for a moment, and he averted his gaze. Then, with an exhale, he slowly leaned onto his back and raised his arms over his head. Tenna made a noise, then grinned and climbed his away on top of him. He trapped him between his arms, staring down at him with a sappy smile on his face. Spamton stared up at him, face scrunched up just a little. But, the tension faded the moment Tenna's hand cupped his cheek.
He kissed him gently, then his hand slowly slid down to trace the straps of the skimpy top he was wearing. He kissed a line down his face before nestling himself in the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking small marks into his soft skin. Spamton inhaled a sharp breath, then let out a low moan. Tenna's hands reached up to hold his wrists in place, reaching them higher so he would squirm.
Spamton writhed as Tenna kissed his neck, mumbling barely coherent words into him. He pulled back, then reached for the rope. Spamton watched him with bated breath, whining a little as Tenna unraveled it from the spool. He sat up a bit to mess with it, leaving Spamton on his back, shaking in anticipation. He kept his arms above his head, crossed at the wrists. Tenna grinned. "Okay, what I'm going to do is tie your wrists together and tie the rope to the headboard."
Spamton nodded. "O-okay." He scooted back a little bit, getting himself comfortable while Tenna fiddled with the ropes.
Tenna leaned forward, grasping Spamton's wrists and delicately wrapping the rope around them. He tied a secure knot and tugged at it for a moment. "Feels good?"
Spamton tested the ropes, pulling his wrists apart a little, but they didn't budge. He exhaled a shaky breath, then he nodded. "It's good."
"You want to keep going?" Tenna asked a bit quietly. "We don't have to keep going if you're uncomfortable."
"I want to," Spamton said confidently. "I really want to. It's just... new."
Tenna nodded and kissed his forehead. He reached to the headboard and looped the rope around it, tying another knot. "Try that."
Spamton tugged on it, and it didn't shift or come loose. He knocked experimentally on the headboard, nodding when he was able to reach it and touch. "Good."
Tenna smiled. "Do you want more? Tie your ankles as well?"
Spamton thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Baby steps, I think. We'll save it for later."
Tenna nodded, then put the rest of the rope to the side. He reached up to Spamton's face and held it with both of his hands. "Can I kiss you, Spam?"
"You can do whatever you want to me, Tenna," he whined. "I'm yours."
Tenna pressed their lips together almost urgently, all of his caution being thrown out the window. He moaned into Spamton's mouth, his hands roaming his chest. His nails traced his skin, pushing down enough to be felt, but not hurt. Spamton whimpered, his eyes screwing shut as Tenna peppered kisses all over his face.
Then, once again, he mouthed at his neck. He bit down into the crook of it, relishing as Spamton let out a breathy moan. He struggled against the restraints, squirming and bucking his hips, desperate for attention. He felt the panties stretch around his cock, barely able to contain it.
"You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, Spammy," Tenna managed between wet kisses and sloppy bites. "I can't wait to get my hands on you, my cock in you. Can't wait to hear you moan my name like you know nothing else."
Spamton gasped as Tenna's thumbs pressed into his nipples through the fabric of his top. Then, he slid the top upwards, exposing his nipples to open air. He licked a stripe down the middle of his chest, then eagerly took his nipple between his lips and started to suck. His other hand grasped Spamton's waist, nails digging into his skin, but just a little. The small flickers of pain made Spamton gasp and moan, desperate for more.
Tenna moaned around his nipple, swirling his tongue around it before gently biting down. Spamton cried out, his back arching into the touch, his hands pulling down on the restraints, trying to get him closer. Tenna's hands dragged down his waist, slipping under the hem of his panties. Spamton whined and shifted his legs, trying to get them completely off. Tenna chuckled. "You want them off? That's too bad, love. I'm only moving them out of the way. You look far too pretty to undress."
Spamton whimpered at that, his cock straining so much against the panties that Tenna wasn't sure how they hadn't ripped yet. He chuckled, then hooked a finger through the middle of them and eased them to the side, letting Spamton's cock slip out. He wrapped his hand around the base and started to stroke, but it was slow and teasing. Spamton bucked his hips, but Tenna clicked his tongue and released him. "No no, love. We're taking this slow." Then, after a moment, he continued. "You okay to keep going?"
"Yes," Spamton mustered, his body trembling, chest heaving, heart fluttering. He peeked at Tenna and gave him a warm smile. "Take me, Tenna. I'm yours. I'm yours." He spoke breathlessly, then whimpered as Tenna reached over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. He grasped a bottle of lube and popped the cap open, pouring some onto his fingers.
"Knock twice if you need me to stop, okay?" he said, giving Spamton a firm kiss to the center of his chest.
Spamton nodded, then instantly spread his legs, beckoning, begging, needing.
How could Tenna resist?
He coated his fingers in lube and set the bottle to the side. He draped himself over Spamton, one arm supporting his weight while the other reached for his asshole. He captured Spamton's lips in a kiss as he eased a finger inside of him and started to thrust. He took it slow, kissing Spamton and watching for any sign of panic or struggle. But, Spamton was relaxed. He looked happy, even. His face was scrunched up in pleasure, but there was a sparkle in his eye. He leaned into Tenna's kiss desperately, moaning into him as he was stretched.
Tenna added a second finger and scissored them apart, relishing the moan that came afterwards. He buried his face in Spamton's neck, overwhelming him with kisses and sucks and bites. He littered his skin with dark purple splotches, grinning and kissing each and every one. "You're mine, all mine," he whispered. "Mine for a year, mine forever."
"Yours," Spamton gasped out as Tenna's fingers brushed against his prostate. He clenched down hard around him, shuddering as Tenna lovingly rubbed his fingers into that spot. "Tenna," he whispered. "Kiss me, kiss me, please."
Tenna kissed him. Their lips slotted together so perfectly, so easily. Tenna ran his tongue along his bottom lip, and Spamton eagerly dropped his mouth open. Tenna moaned into him as his fingers sped up, his tongue mapping the expanse of his mouth.
Spamton's hips bucked, his hands struggling against the ropes. He wanted so desperately to hold him, to keep him close, but he couldn't. He didn't knock, though. He didn't want it to end. He could wait to hold him.
Tenna added a third finger and shifted the angle of his thrusts, going for depth rather than stretching. He fucked him, deep and passionate, kissing him over and over as he did so. "I love you," he muttered. "More than anything in the world, I love you. You're all mine. Nobody will ever take you from me."
Spamton whined at the possessiveness. He would be lying if he said he didn't like it. He loved when Tenna grew possessive. He craved it, he needed it. In moments of uncertainty, he knew he would always belong to Tenna, the same way Tenna belonged to him. He squirmed, mouth open, moaning, trying to beg for more. He needed him, he needed him so badly. "Tenna," he whimpered.
"Yes, my love?" Tenna answered him with a kiss and another thrust against his prostate.
Spamton cried out in pleasure, his cock so hard that it was almost painful, leaking precum. "More," he mustered. "Please, please. I-I need you, fuck me, fuck me."
Tenna kissed him again, stealing the air from his lungs as the thrusts of his fingers sped up again. Spamton moaned, his beautiful voice muffled by Tenna's kiss. He split his fingers apart, and Spamton's breath caught in his throat. He whined and bucked his hips even more, his moans hitching. But, the moment that heat started to pool in his belly, Tenna retracted his fingers. Spamton cried out, a string of nonsensical words spilling from his mouth. "N-no! I-I was so close, I was so- so-" he whined as Tenna chuckled.
"Oh, my love. Were you close? Did I ruin it for you? I'm so sorry," he grinned, kissing Spamton's cheek. "You wanna cum?"
"Yes, please, please," Spamton begged. "Fuck me, m-make me cum, please, Tenna, please."
Tenna nuzzled into him again, his fingers, still slick with lube, wrapping around Spamton's cock. "I'll make you cum, then I'll fuck you. How does that sound, my love?"
"Please," Spamton nodded vigorously. "Please."
Tenna captured his lips in a bruising kiss and started to stroke. Spamton instantly started to writhe, rocking his hips upward into his hand. Tenna kissed him over and over again, swallowing every noise that left his mouth. He pressed his tongue down his throat, grinning as Spamton gagged, his eyes pricking with tears. He cried out as Tenna gave a particularly sudden stroke, the tears spilling down his cheeks.
His chest shuddered, his moans hitched. The rocking of his hips sped up to a frantic pace. "Tenna, Tenna, Tenna!" he cried out.
Then, Tenna stopped. His hand retracted entirely, and Spamton gave a long whine of displeasure.
"No! Don't stop! Why'd you stop, Tenna?" he sobbed. "I-I was so- I was so close, I-I was- Tenna!"
"Oh, did you not like it?" Tenna teased. "You want to cum so badly, oh, but I love watching you squirm, my love. Wanna hear you beg."
Spamton's hands struggled against the ropes, yanking down in an attempt to give himself the relief he desired. "Please," he whimpered. "Let me cum, please."
"You want to?" Tenna grinned. He took Spamton's weeping cock into his hand again, his thumb swiping along the tip, gathering the beads of precum and using it to ease the slide. He stroked him teasingly, shuddering with delight at the look of pure want and desire on Spamton's face.
But, once again, the moment Spamton got close, Tenna released him.
"Tenna!" Spamton sobbed. "Please! Please. I need it so bad, you're- you-" He gave an exasperated gasp, moaning as he shifted his body, trying to rut against the blankets for any kind of friction.
Tenna clicked his tongue. "Nuh-uh, love. Don't be a naughty boy, be good. Be good for me."
Tears spilled from Spamton's eyes, frustrated, but enjoying it nonetheless. He gave a shuddering moan and peeked up at Tenna, his eyes glistening with tears. "Let me cum, let me cum," he repeated it over and over, leaning his face into Tenna, wanting any kind of relief he could get.
"How about this, can we do one more?" Tenna offered. "One more, and then you may cum. Can you do that for me?"
Spamton nodded. "Please! Please, I'll do anything. Just let me cum, let me cum, please."
Tenna gave a small smile, then kissed his lips gingerly. He grasped his cock once again, and without warning, started to stroke it hard and fast. Spamton cried out and moaned, his hips surging upwards into Tenna's hand. He gasped as heat rapidly pooled in his belly, but it was gone within an instant. He let out a long whine, his chest heaving, his body so hot and overstimulated, yet so empty at the same time. He shuddered and sobbed.
As Tenna's lips kissed him again, his other hand started to fiddle with his nipples. He stroked his cock once more, slower and more methodical. "You've earned it, Spam. Then, you want more after this? Want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," Spamton breathed, his face scrunching up.
He moaned as Tenna's tongue licked a stripe from the crook of his neck to the underside of his chin, then his lips were captured in a kiss. Tenna didn't stop kissing him as he stroked his cock. Spamton fucked his hand frantically, moaning loud and unashamed all the while. And, when heat pooled in his belly and his moans breached the octave, Tenna didn't stop. He guided him through his orgasm, coaxing him down from his high as he shook and trembled and moaned. Cum coated Tenna's hand, and he licked it clean with a grin before kissing Spamton's lips once again.
He took a moment to let him rest, laying down beside him, his arms wrapping around him. He kissed his cheek, his lips, his neck, muttering praise and love in his ear. "So good, so good for me, Spammy. Always so good for me, listens to me so well. What a good boy."
Spamton moaned at that, turning his head to nuzzle into Tenna. They laid there for a moment before Tenna spoke up again. "You feeling good, still?" He gestured to the ropes.
Spamton nodded. "Yes," he managed. "Good."
Tenna kissed him. "You want more, or wait another moment?"
"M-more," he whispered, his feet sliding against the beg, trying to find purchase, but ultimately failing. "Please."
Tenna smiled and kissed him once more. He scooted down a little, positioning himself between Spamton's legs. He spread them wide open, then grinned at the panties standing in his way. He yanked them out of the way again, then just for good measure, let his fingers slide into him one more time. Spamton moaned and arched his back, so frantic for touch, so desperate for attention.
Tenna didn't waste any more time, he'd teased him enough already that night. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some onto his hand before coating his cock in a thin layer. He situated himself, pressing the tip of his cock to Spamton's asshole. "You ready, my love?"
"Fuck me, please," Spamton whined.
Then, Tenna slid himself inside. He bottomed out within a few deep thrusts, moaning as he did so. Spamton clenched around him, already so hot and wet and needy. Tenna took a moment to let them both get used to the stretch and the warmth. He draped himself over Spamton, holding himself up by his elbows on either side of Spamton. He kissed him fervently, tongue sliding into his mouth, pressing into his throat. Spamton moaned into him, hands struggling against the ropes for a moment.
Tenna smiled softly at him. "You okay?" he whispered.
"Yeah," Spamton mumbled. "I-I just wanna hold you."
"Do you want them off?"
"No," he shook his head. "I can wait."
Tenna kissed him again, softer this time. Then, he started to move. His thrusts were slow and even, letting Spamton's body stretch and shape around him at his own pace. He quickened his pace after a few moments, fucking him deeply, passionate. He kept his gaze locked on Spamton's face the entire time, his expression filled with nothing but love. Spamton caught his gaze and smiled weakly up at him before he moaned, his eyes clenching shut in pleasure.
Tenna cradled his face in his hand, thumb gently stroking his cheek. He grunted as he thrust into him, and Spamton cried out as his cock struck his prostate. His breath hitched and he whined, mouth dropped open, saliva dripping from the corners. Tenna kissed him breathlessly, shoving his tongue down his throat as his thrusts sped up again.
Spamton moaned and clenched, his back arching with every thrust into him. He pulled harder against the ropes, whining, wanting, needed to touch. He wanted to wrap his arms around Tenna, bring him close to kiss his neck. He wanted Tenna to sink his teeth into his skin, make as many marks as he pleased. So, he whispered it. "T-Tenna, my- please, bite my- my neck."
Tenna didn't even say a single word before he pressed a firm kiss to the crook of his neck. Spamton shuddered, then cried out as Tenna bit down harder than he had before. Pain surged through Spamton, and he moaned all the way through it. Tenna bit down over and over, making marks and drawing tiny droplets of blood. Spamton winced, but he loved every second of it. Tenna kissed the marks he made, licking the blood that seeped from his skin. He grinned, then continued.
His thrusts started to stutter in their rhythm as heat pooled in his belly. His hand trailed down to Spamton's cock, wrapping around it as he started to stroke in tandem with his faltering thrusts. It didn't take long for Spamton to cum with a cry, and Tenna wasn't far behind. He spilled deep inside of him with a long, low moan. He slowly pulled out and collapsed next to him, wrapping his arms around him with a content sigh.
Spamton tugged on the ropes, and Tenna reached up to undo the knots. There were dark red rashes where the ropes had been, and Tenna grimaced. He brought his wrists to his lips and kissed the marks. "I'll get you some ointment," he said. "How do you feel, love?"
"I loved it," Spamton answered breathlessly. He threw his arms around Tenna and tugged him close, smashing their lips together in a fervent, passionate kiss. Tenna held him tight, one hand on his cheek, and other on his hip. "I... really really liked it, Tenna."
"I'm so glad," Tenna exhaled a relieved sigh, keeping Spamton held close to his chest. "I liked it, too. I'm... really happy that you're willing to indulge in my fantasies, Spammy."
"As long as you fulfill mine, if they ever arise," Spamton chuckled. He sighed, then grimaced at the small bits of pain in his wrists.
Tenna caught wind and frowned a little. "Is it hurting a lot?"
"No, not really," Spamton shrugged. "Just uncomfy. Can we clean up? I'm tired."
Tenna nodded. "Do you want a bath or a shower?"
Spamton thought for a moment, then shook his head. "That's a tomorrow thing. I just wanna hold you."
Tenna smiled sloppily and nodded. "I'll get some washcloths. Do you need water? Snack?"
"No, I'm okay," Spamton said, then he kissed Tenna's knuckles. "Thank you, Tenna."
"Anything you need, Spams." He gave him one last kiss, then stood from bed and went to go grab the washcloths and ointment. When he came back, they cleaned up a bit. Tenna changed the sheets and blankets before putting some ointment on Spamton's wrists, as well as the bleeding bite marks. He covered them with bandaids and kisses before getting them some boxers to wear to bed. They curled up together under the covers, warm and safe and happy.
Spamton fit perfectly snug between Tenna's arms, held right against his chest. He listened for his heartbeat, latching onto it once he found it. Tenna's hands held him firm, his chin rested on top of his head. They both gave a happy, content sigh.
Spamton closed his eyes, a dopey smile overtaking his face. "Happy anniversary, Tenna."
Tenna kissed the top of his head and held him closer. "Happy anniversary, Spams. I love you so much. Thank you for everything. Not just for the gifts today but... everything in general. You're always so considerate of me. I-I just- you build an entire fucking car for me, just because I hate being small."
Spamton grinned. "What can I say? I love spoiling my man."
Tenna chuckled and kissed him again. "I love you."
Spamton cuddled into him closer, hands latching onto his arms. "I love you, Tenna. So much. To many more years."
"To many more years."