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“I really don’t know about this, Tenna.”
“Don’t worry, doll! We just have to set the mood is all.”
Tenna had you at the foot of his bed, the lower half of your torso nearly bare and your legs hanging on top of the Tenna’s thick arms. He was kneeled between your thighs, lathering lube onto the smallest dilator of the pack Mimo gave you. Tenna would often glance down at you, observing you carefully.
“We don’t have to do it.”
“No,” you breathed. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”
Your gaze was reassuring, approving that he could start. So he did. You pressed your legs together and his fingers hooked onto the band of your underwear, slowly sliding them down. Tenna’s screen was the slightest bit pink; he’s felt and seen you before, but not quite like this. If his mind was on the air, the censors would swarm like sharks. He pulled your underwear down your thighs, past your calves, and completely slipped out.
Tenna inhaled sharply, the crotch of his pants becoming more and more taut. With uneasy hands, he pried your legs open again- the amount of trembling in your body almost frightened him. It was funny.. out of the two of you, it was justified for you to be nervous. But him? He was just barely able to hold the dilator upright as he drowned it in lube. Even though you had asked him to help you - something he took with great honor - he got to see it slip in, and for a moment, he could imagine-
GET IT TOGETHER, Tenna told himself. If this was an appropriate time to smack himself silly, he would.
“Tenna, I’m er.. ready,” you said, looking down at him with an anxious expression. Tenna immediately straightened his posture, becoming the bright, shining star he was for audiences. There wouldn’t be any tonight, for this was a private showing, because it would only be you and him. You as the star. His star..
“O-OKAY!” He exclaimed with a volume that startled you. Tenna coughed nervously, clearing his throat. “Yes, right.”
One hand on the dilator, the other rubbing circles into your knee. He hoped that startling you would not be a later consequence, so circles against your knee would bring you some kind of comfort. It was the only thing appropriate for this kind of showing, or else the censors would really go after him.
Tenna made sure to nudge the dilator with the lightest amount of pressure possible. Not a prod, not a poke, a simple nudge. He could sense you gripping the sheets already, tensed and reluctant.
“Nice and slow, sweetheart,” he purred, his hand going from your knee to hip so he could hold you down better. Your chest heaved, Tenna had to not glance there, even though the stretch marks pointed down to your sensitive, mouthwatering-
FOCUS TENNA, FOCUS. STOP BEING SO WEIRD!!
“Are you.. okay?” You asked slowly, as if you hesitated to ask that. Tenna realized he was staring anyway, and that his screen was red and his system was hot. “The staring is making me more nervous..”
“Oh, OH! Sorry! I’ll insert in now, alright? Sit tight..”
You gripped the sheets tighter, bracing yourself. Tenna moved his hand again (stars, why was he so antsy?!), this time to lay it flat against your belly. It made you exhale soft breath - a clear sign Tenna was doing something right. Your body became a little less tense, and he felt your lower half relax more and more under the heat of his hand.
Tenna gradually slid the dilator into you, all the way until the base was against your cunt. You squeaked, gripping onto the wrist he held you down with.
"Very good, so good, sweetheart," he cooed, letting you get used to the dilator within you. To say you looked uncomfortable would be an understatement; you had winced from the intrusion, eyes shut tight and you were holding onto him with a knuckle-white grip. When you finally allowed yourself to breathe out, you seemed less stiffer - but the discomfort was plain to see. Still, he had to ask, he liked hearing things from you yourself. "How does it feel, hun? Are you hurt?"
"It's.. uncomfortable...But it could be worse," you panted, throwing your head back and trying to relieve tension in your eyelids. As if you were trying to think about something to distract you from the pain. "It feels so weird.. How long has it been?"
"It's only the beginning, quite literally, too. We just have to do it some more to get it down just right. Currently.. 3 out of 20 minutes has passed!”
You groaned loudly, covering your face with your hands. “I can’t do this,” you bemoaned, trying to shift and turn if it wasn’t for Tenna.
“Yes you can! Here- what if I played a classic? I heard this one is a rerun!” Tenna suggested, changing his screen to the movie. You continued to squirm, so he quickly changed his screen back to white. “Maybe uh.. a song? Will that help?”
“Yeah,” you inhaled. Tenna, as much as he loved older music a lot more, decided to try random songs that have trended more recently. Not his favorites, not what he would recommend, and brought up bittersweet feelings, but for you, he wanted something you would be familiar with. You told him to stop at one, it was not pop music as he knew it. It was like.. jazz, bossa nova, and pop in one. Calm, soothing. As if its head was in the clouds, thinking about love.
He liked it.
You liked it too. Still tense, but you seemed to be able to focus on the song and less on the pain. You even began to hum it softly.
“My gyno sang this,” you said, not really to Tenna particularly. Just wanted to comment. He hummed with you, “It’s a lovely song.“
Thankfully, Tenna ended up finding similar songs, or at least songs made by the same artist. Whoever she was, her music was dreamy. Whimsical even, the type of whimsy you could only find in old fairytale movies. Low and soft, voice as rich as a clean river shimmering under the spring sun. Poetic.
Tenna was sure it eased you enough that you were on the verge of dozing off. Tenna carefully turned the dilator, turning it clockwise and reverse. He worried that it would evoke a reaction, though the most you did was flinch before relaxing once more. Already around thirteen minutes. Tenna stared at you, how your chest rose and fell, the peaceful expression on your face, how you taken the dilator- TENNA, NO. He groaned to himself, STOP BEING A CREEP! WEIRD WEIRD WEIRD WEIRD WEIRD WEIRD!!! He really needed to stop doing this. You TRUSTED him to do this for you, for you to be comfortable- stars, what was wrong with him?! Here you were, vulnerable and bare because you wanted help and no one but him could or would do it for you, who was he to ogle you like you were a piece of meat?!
Tenna whined, if it wasn't for you here - napping, mind you! - he would've been banging his head against the wall. The hand that wasn't preoccupied with the dilator took hold of his antennas, yanking them on impulse. Unfortunately for him, he pulled on them so hard it was by no means pleasurable and it caused him to briefly lose signal. His screen flashed to the colorful error bars, with an extremely loud, drawn out BEEP that startled you awake. STUPID TENNA, STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID! was what he would say, if he was coherent in the moment he received errors.
"Tenna?!" You shouted, startled by what were you were seeing and hearing from him. Your abdomen ceased with a flash of pain, causing you to kick his hand away and the dilator out of you. Tenna's screen flashed back to white that was as startlingly bright as medical lights. He rubbed his hand, trying to smooth out his antennas with sluggish movements.
“M’sorreh..d-dear...” Tenna slurred, clearly disoriented. The filter in his voice was a lot more distinct, and with the movements of his mouth, the words that came out a lot slower as he leaned onto your belly. "I didn’ mean t’.. D'go..."
"No, I won't go, Tenna," you crooned to him, petting the top of his head. You took the end of an antenna that was still crooked, gently unbending it. Tenna looked more aware after, being able to look up at you properly with an embarrassed frown. “Better?”
“Yeah, thank you sweetie,” Tenna thanked, now trying to find the next words to say. “I got.. distracted. I panicked and- I.. I’m sorry that I ruined this for you.”
“You didn’t ruin it,” you told him softly.
“You’re just saying that,” he mumbled, curling his arms to hide his face as his head rested against the bed. He began to shrink, littler and littler until he could fit in your hands. Oh he’s so fucking cute I need to shake him.
“Tenna, Tenna look at me,” you tilted his head up with a finger, beckoning him to see you. He looked extremely sad, you couldn’t help but smile reassuringly. “I mean it. Honestly, this was really great for a first session. I was expecting you would have to wrestle me to do this.”
Tenna’s mouth quirked up a little, amused. “Dolly, I think we would have to do it another time if that happened.”
Your heart fluttered. “Dolly?”
“Yes! Doll, dollface, dolly!”
“I like dolly. Dolly is a cute pick,” you kissed the tip of his nose. He smiled, the same smile that always made your day brighter as he grew back to his regular size and held you tight. You giggled wildly, wrapping your arms around him. “There he is. There’s my Tenna.”
Tenna flushed, his smile wobbly. “Me? Yours?”
“Yes,” you purred, resting your head against the top of his. “My Tenna. My handsome man.”
“Golly, you’re so sweet,” he swooned. “I want you to stay. So so so so badly.”
“I know. I wish I can stay,” you replied wistfully. The days you’ve spent with Tenna had been the happiest you have been recently, and remembering that tomorrow would be the last day your husband would come home had you dreading for it. “I don’t even want to think about going back to him.”
“It’s never too late for a divorce,” Tenna remarked, leaning his head against you as he held you with trembling arms. You practically shuddered at the word, knowing how your husband would get.
“I know. I really don’t want to deal with how he gets when I tried it before, though.”
He nuzzled his screen, offering a silent yet sympathetic kiss. “Let me treat you, hun, anywhere and anything you want before you go back.”
“I’d love that. I just want to be with you like usual, honestly. Like this.”
“You got it, dolly.”
The next day was rather simple. It was just like yesterday; lazing around with Tenna in the comfiest pajamas imaginable. You two laid on Tenna's large, large velvety bed with you enclosed in his warm arms and his body curled around you like a cat would. You two were in the middle of a nap, you had just woken up and rubbing the crust out of your eyes to Tenna's screen a dark black.
For Tenna, his idea of comfy pajamas was a pair of white boxers with red hearts like in old cartoons, which you couldn't help but laugh at when you turned around when he was done changing. It was extremely cute - even more so when he held you as if you were something precious. This was the barest you've seen him, he had his waist cinched to make it slimmer, so it was a delightful surprise for you to learn that Tenna had a belly. It wasn't exactly soft, but not hard as metal of his arms. It was a little more.. pliable. You vaguely recalled Tenna rambling about how he had to look perfect, how he had to look better than those new, hot-shot flatscreen TVs. With this newfound information, you came to a conclusion; it made sense, but also you found it ridiculous that your silly man is worrying over his cute pudge. In hindsight, you didn't have any idea how Tenna could gain weight - if that could happen at all - but you threw that in the trash pretty quickly as he snuggled into you.
You smooched his casing, cooing sweet words against him in a daze. How handsome he was, how thankful you were to have him. It seemed to help him a lot, especially in times where the boisterous persona faltered and became softer. Vulnerable. You would hold his hand as if it was glass, and he would smile, squeezing your hand and completely encasing it in his own. Tenna shifted, something akin to a crackle. His screen was still black, but he began to clearly stir.
"Mmf, did I wake you, dolly?" He whispered into your skin, his voice tired but also, eased. "Go back to sleep, hunny.."
"Don't worry about it, I think you need the sleep more than me," you giggled softly. You feel the semblance of lips on your neck, a cold touch due to Tenna's inactivity. You hid in the crook of his neck, pressed against metal that should've been uncomfortable and yet it was perfectly fine for you. "May I ask, what time is it?"
"6 PM. You said he was coming home late?"
You murmured an "mhm", not thinking much of it until Tenna's hand lands on your thigh. It's shy and reluctant, almost uncertain if you would approve. You moved away from his neck to amusedly gaze up at his screen better.
"You want something, love?" You asked him, tone tender. Tenna's screen becomes lighter and lighter until it is white. There is already a faint flush across it as he deliberated his answer.
"Are you in the mood for anything..?"
His question is just as unsure as his touch, and your heart softens considerably. Only for him, it did. Your mouth quirked into a smile, taking pleasure in your lover's consideration over your comfortability.
"I'd say so. We have a lot of time to spare after all.."