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Tenna adjusted his tie, pulling it back into place. He glanced down at Spamton, then back at the elevator doors. The bright lights made his screen ache. After an eventful night of drinking and dancing at a fancy bar with his cohost, it was time to hit the hay.
He blushed thinking about it. He was still a bit tipsy so everything blurred, but they did end up in a taxi and then in a hotel to spend the night. Together.
Spamton chuckled, the silence feeling awkward. He continued to sway in place, looking over at Tenna giddily, "I didn't know you could [[dance ‘till you’re dead!]] so well." He jested, words slurring slightly.
Tenna's lips twitched, a small smirk playing at the corners as he leaned against the elevator wall, watching Spamton sway. "I didn't know you could drink so much and still stand." He retorted, his own words warbling.
"Were you counting? Because I sure wasn't." Spamton giggled, blinking lazily up at Tenna.
Tenna raised an eyebrow, looking down at Spamton with a mixture of amusement and something softer. "Someone had to keep track," he said, feeling himself blush. Thoughts of how soft and relaxed Spamton looked plagued his mind, harder to control with his intoxication.
He reached out to gently steady Spamton as the elevator lurched slightly. "Wouldn't want you faceplanting on the floor.” He said with a small giggle.
Spamton giggled again, reaching up and touching Tenna's hand that rested on his shoulder, "Mm. I suppose." Spamton trailed a finger around Tenna's hand, "You're warm…”
Tenna's hand stayed where it was, Spamton's finger tracing patterns on his metal sending a strange warmth through him. He felt like he was going to short circuit as he watched.
The elevator dinged softly as it reached their floor, but neither of them moved to get off immediately. Tenna's thumb gently brushed over Spamton's knuckles instead.
Spamton's blush visibly increased. He looked up at Tenna, continuing to caress his hand. He smiled with droopy eyes.
Tenna's gaze softened, his thumb continuing its gentle motion against Spamton's hand. He stepped closer, leaning his head down, "We're here," he spoke softly, not wanting to break the moment.
Something in Spamton broke. He grasped Tenna's hand, leading them out of the elevator, "[[Sew]] we are.." He said, hand trailing up Tenna's arm as they walked down the hotel halls.
Tenna followed, a little confused but very flustered. He’d been trying all night not to be weird, but Spamton had become increasingly bold and handsy.
Once they got to the room Spamton unlocked it with a key, leading them inside. Spamton let go of Tenna’s arm, closing the door. He giggled, seemingly giddy.
Tenna's breath caught slightly as he watched Spamton giggle, a feeling stirring in his chest he wasn't quite sure how to process. "You're drunk." he stated, messing with his own hands.
"Hm. Not a lot, just a bit [[tipsy-turny]]. I just think it's funny." Spamton said, moving his hand to grab one of Tenna’s to make patterns on it again.
Tenna's hand turned over to capture Spamton's wandering fingers, holding them gently. "Funny huh?" He stepped closer, unintentionally backing Spamton up against the door. He felt very nervous suddenly, noticing how tense Spamton was, "What's so funny?”
Spamton hummed, quiet for a moment. It seemed he was trying to keep his bravado, but was evidently nervous. After a bit of silence he looked to the side, "I've been [[laying it on]] pretty thick all evening, and you are just [[two]] innocent." Spamton chuckled, "It's very cute…”
Tenna's screen flushed, smiling and laughing nervously. He was sure he was probably exaggerating any time he thought Spamton was flirting with him, terrified of making the salesman uncomfortable. His voice was low and gentle as he asked, "Are you flirting with me right now?”
Spamton laughed, a full hearty laugh. He looked around for a second, his nervousness fading as he smiled up at Tenna, "Oh, you are so cute. I've been flirting with you this whole time. I [[guess, guess!]] you don't appreciate a more subtle approach, huh? I've got to be more direct I suppose." He giggled.
Tenna's screen widened slightly, realization dawning on him. Spamton had been flirting with him! He was being so silly, brushing it off as coworker banter.
Spamton giggled again, "I don't dance with anyone, y'know. I don't even go to bars with people. Only you.”
Tenna's heart skipped a beat at Spamton's words. He felt a warmth spread through him, a mix of flattery and something deeper. He felt very flustered, loving how Spamton was talking to him, "And why is that?” He asked, not sure what exactly he wanted the answer to be.
Spamton blushed, looking to the side, "Don't make me say it, angel. You're... Very nice to work with and.. hang out with." He looked back at Tenna, "Hm, and very nice on the eyes, I suppose.”
Tenna's breath hitched at the pet name, a soft blush creeping up his screen. Spamton had called him that for ages but in this context… He felt the wires in his body pulse, sure there was steam coming out of his vents as his mind whirled with the realization that Spamton might actually have feelings for him. He’d fancied the idea, but was too scared to do anything about it, thinking the Big Shot was too perfect for the likes of him. “...Really?”
Spamton felt anxious. He had the okay, but he still felt hesitant. He looked to the side nervously, then back at Tenna as his face turned red, "Well... I uh. Jeez... Um. I'm deeply in love with you, Tenna.”
Tenna's heart skipped another beat at Spamton's confession. A wide smile spread across his face as he scooped Spamton up in his arms, pressing their lips together in a soft, gentle kiss. It felt perfect. Warm, tender, and full of emotion. His cord tail wagged so hard it thumped against the floor.
Spamton smiled into the kiss, trying to be gentle and savor it. He clutched Tenna’s shoulders, a hand moving to the side of his screen.
Tenna deepened the kiss slightly, a hand wrapping around Spamton's shoulder as he melted into him. He pulled back after a moment, his screen flushed pink. "I love you too, you idiot," he murmured, pressing another quick kiss to Spamton's lips. His antennas twirled together, happy and giddy and stricken with disbelief.
Spamton kissed back a bit harder, his affection rising as he knew his feelings were returned. It all seemed too perfect, he wanted to savor every moment. Stupid TV with his cute little parts and kissable smile.
"Not so fast," Tenna whispered against his lips, placing a gentle hand on Spamton's chest to keep him from moving too fast. "How drunk are you really?" He asked softly, suddenly remembering their previous escapades.
Spamton audibly whimpered, squirming in Tenna's arms, "[[Gosh dang it]] you're so cute. So thoughtful and concerned." He petted Tenna's TV head, "Only lightly tipsy. Not enough to make me [[out of touch]], doll.”
Tenna giggled softly at the pet name again, turning his head into Spamton's touch briefly before catching his wrist gently. "Then why are you acting so..." he trailed off, a slight blush creeping over his screen as he bit his lip nervously. "So... forward?”
Spamton thought of an earlier phone call. “...And I get to have a grand relationship as a part of my success, right? I won't tell him [[anything at all]], promise.” “I suppose. Just remember our deal, puppet.”
He smiled up at Tenna, "...Well, I've been meaning to tell you my feelings for a... long time. And now that I know you return them I just can't help myself." Spamton shifted back slightly in Tenna’s arms, "But if it's too forward I can take a step back. I'd never want you to be uncomfortable, angel.”
Tenna's heart melted at the endearment and Spamton's consideration. He pressed a soft kiss to Spamton's palm, still holding his wrist. "It's not too forward," he assured him, leaning in for another kiss. "I want this too.” His cord tail continued to wag, overcome with giddyness and joy.
Spamton giggled, "Mm. That's good to hear." Spamton kissed the side of Tenna's screen, "And what exactly do [[u]] want, sweetheart?” He asked, realizing Tenna was flustered with anything he said.
Tenna blushed deeply at the kiss on his screen, his entire body feeling warm and tingly. He looked down at Spamton, pressing him closer to his chest. "You... everything you're doing right now," He whispered. "The pet names, the kisses…” He trailed off, becoming embarrassed very quickly.
"Yeah?" Spamton encouraged, "I can do [[that’s it!]] for you, doll." Spamton shifted in Tenna’s arms, who quickly realized he was still holding him and set him down. Spamton just laughed, "Where do you want me, sweetheart? There’s a [[couch with no downpayment!]] and a bed.”
Tenna's blush deepened, looking down at Spamton before shyly looking away again, "The bed," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt a mix of anxiety and excitement coursing through him, "But... not for anything too crazy.” He added, feeling his nervousness spike.
Spamton nodded, grasping Tenna’s much larger hand and leading them to the bed, a large king-sized mattress covered with white sheets. He sat, looking up at Tenna gently. He realized just how nervous his co-host was, wanting to be reassuring, "We'll see where the night takes us, yeah? I'll do [[whatever, whenever]] you want me to."
Tenna sat beside Spamton on the bed, his mechanical heart racing. He reached out to gently touch Spamton's face, tracing his fingers along his jawline. "Just kiss me," he whispered, leaning in closer. Spamton fell back onto the bed, letting Tenna hover over him.
"Don't be nervous, doll. I don't bite." Spamton said before kissing his screen, "Unless you want me to." He chuckled, moving up to kiss Tenna gently.
Tenna giggled into the kiss, finding that sentence far more arousing than he thought he would. His nervousness started fading away as he lost himself in the sensation. He wrapped his arms around Spamton's body, deepening the kiss slightly as he parted his lips. His hands roamed gently over Spamton's back, exploring and touching with shy curiosity.
Once they finally separated, Spamton panted into the blank space between them, "Hm. You're a good [[kiss me again]], angel.” He said, realizing his clothes were now a bit askew.
Tenna flushed at the compliment, his TV screen glowing a soft pink. "So are you," he murmured, kissing Spamton gently before leaning back with a shy smile. "Can I... sit on your lap?" He asked softly, his arms still around Spamton.
Spamton glanced to the side, feeling like he was looking at a reality show camera. Tenna was very cute, but he was about three times as big as Spamton, he'd get crushed. Tenna's huge metal and rubber-covered thighs would crush his legs. Hm. Besides his own perversions he was curious how exactly Tenna planned to sit.
Spamton hummed, "Well I don't mind, but that might [[led]] to other things." He said, watching Tenna curiously..
Tenna bit his lip nervously but nodded anyway. "I know," he whispered, "That's okay." He shifted so he was straddling Spamton's lap, his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of Spamton's legs. His back was curled over so he could still be close, his hands on either side of Spamton’s head. Their faces were very close now, almost touching noses.
Spamton huffed, blushing. He was completely surrounded by Tenna, whose sole attention was on him. It was a very nice feeling. He grasped Tenna's thighs, making small circles with his thumbs. His hand barely covered the surface area, and something about that was very, very arousing.
Tenna's breath hitched at the touch, his vision fluttering off for a moment before he leaned in to press soft kisses along Spamton's jawline. His hands found their way into Spamton's hair again, playing gently with the strands. He was leaned in such a way that a non-mechanical body couldn't do, moving his head so that he could kiss at Spamton’s neck.
Spamton leaned his head to the side, giving Tenna more access. He continued his hand movements, squeezing and massaging the TV’s thighs.
Tenna panted against Spamton’s neck, living the feeling. He continued to kiss him, whining softly. He shifted his hips slightly, feeling himself rub against Spamton’s legs slightly. He caught himself and froze, "S-Sorry," he mumbled, his screen turning even brighter pink.
Spamton grasped his thighs a little harder. He looked up at Tenna, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. I'm fine with whatever makes you [[happy as a clam]]." His hands started their exploration again as his voice dropped, "You don't know the things I think about you, doll. I'm up for anything.”
Tenna's upper screen widened at the words, feeling his arousal surge. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "I... I want to try something," he whispered shyly. His hands moved from Spamton's hair down to his shoulders and chest.
He was quiet for a moment as Spamton sat, listening intently. He was fine with whatever Tenna wanted, he was having a great time already.
"I want to try riding you," Tenna admitted quietly, his screen burning bright red. "Like... like I'm actually sitting on you. Is that weird?" He looked down at Spamton, biting his lip anxiously.
If Spamton was worried about being crushed before, he was in for a treat now. His face erupted with a blush, "...like, riding me riding me?" He chuckled, "That's not weird at all. Very bold. I [[love, love, love!]] it.” He reassured, though still in disbelief. This TV was going to kill him.
Tenna nodded quickly, his wires racing with electrical pulses and excitement. "Yeah... that's what I meant," he whispered shyly. He shifted back slightly to give himself some room, his hands moving to Spamton's belt buckle hesitantly. "Can I..." He trailed off nervously.
Oh, he was actually serious. Not just dry humping or something, he actually wanted to ride him. He for sure was going to die, crushed by a sexy TV host ten feet taller than him. Spamton flushed, "...Of course, doll. I'm here all for you.” He assured, leaning back to give Tenna access to his clothes.
Tenna breathed out nervously, slowly undoing Spamton's belt and pants. Once they were off he sat back slightly to admire the view, his mechanical heart pounding in his chest. Spamton was much bigger than he had anticipated and he swallowed hard, "You're... really big.”
Spamton chuckled, "Oh, I mean, I guess." His tendril cock twitched, excited. He didn’t think so, he felt pretty average, but Tenna’s words did wonders for his ego. He looked up at Tenna, "I can prep you first if you want, doll.” He offered, hoping to explore him a bit.
Tenna nodded eagerly, "Yes please..." He asked, quickly getting rid of his own clothes. He was a mix of plastic casing, metal hinges, and rubber casting. His chest consisted of a plastic case, featuring a VHS player and some sort of small door with a heart on it. His stomach and limbs were mostly covered in rubber, with some of the same plastic casing on the sides, as well as metal hinges.
Spamton took a moment to admire Tenna's figure, taking in the sight. "Hmm. I'd really like to prep you with my mouth, sweetheart. You look [[downright scrumptious]]. Can I do that for you, angel?” He asked, finding himself needy.
"Mmhm," Tenna moaned softly, looking to the side with embarrassment. He stood on his knees, towering over Spamton, his large robot cock dripping, "You can do whatever you want," He whined softly, still shy.
Spamton felt his arousal surge at the sight. He tried to gather himself, still looking up and down Tenna’s body. He let out a breath, “Could you turn around for me, then?” He asked, finding that was probably the best way to make it work.
Tenna nodded, turning around. He stuck his ass in the air, arms and head resting on the mattress, “Like this, Spammy?” He asked, feeling flustered and aroused.
All Spamton could do was take in the sight again. He walked on his knees closer, “Yes, just [[like and subscribe]] that.” He assured, patting one of Tenna’s cheeks softly. He found that the rubber casing on Tenna’s inner thighs had slight tear marks, probably from age and natural wear. It was wonderful to take in all the mechanical details and see all the little scratches and chips.
"Gosh, you're making me so needy." Tenna exclaimed, spreading his legs wider as he mentally prepared for whatever it may feel like. He’d seen Spamton’s tongue, it was similar to his dick. All long and tendril-like. He was excited to say the least.
"You're telling me." Spamton chuckled before getting closer, squeezing one of Tenna's cheeks with his hands. He began to slowly lap at Tenna's hole with his tongue, testing the waters.
Tenna moaned softly, his voice coming out a bit like static. He loved the feeling, clenching his teeth and grasping at the sheets under him. He panted out, hands kneading at the bed, “Hng, that’s… that’s good..” He encouraged, unsure of what to say.
Spamton kissed Tenna's ass before moving his tongue inside gently. Tenna pulsed around him as he swirled his tongue lightly, moving it back and forth.
"Mmph! Mmmph!" Tenna cried out, his reaction immediate. The slick, slimey feel inside him made him go haywire, sure there was steam coming out of his vents. He couldn’t help but squirm as he huffed and whined, trying to hold still.
Spamton loved how needy Tenna had become. He grasped Tenna's ass tight, thrusting his tongue in and out and making sure to swirl and lather it everywhere he could reach.
"Ah! Spammy…" Tenna whined, his voice laced with static. It felt so lovely, he was reduced to incoherent moans and whimpers, his body shaking with pleasure as Spamton's tongue worked him open. He felt himself getting even wetter, his hole loosening up quickly under Spamton's skilled tongue.
Spamton did a few more good thrusts with his tongue before pulling it out. He did not expect Tenna to have such a visceral reaction, but enjoyed it thoroughly. He kissed one of Tenna's cheeks, "You sound so pretty. Are you ready for me, doll?” He asked, giving Tenna a squeeze.
"Y-yes! Yes please!" Tenna whined, his legs shaking slightly. He felt like someone had flipped a switch inside him, he felt very needy and less rational. When Spamton backed up he turned around, sitting on his hands and knees and staring. He crawled forward a bit, overshadowing Spamton. He whined softly, still feeling shy about asking,"...Please Spamton... I need you inside me..." He huffed, his antennae drooping.
Spamton felt his tendril squirm at the sight. He lay back, "Come get the [[ride around town]] you deserve, pup.” He encouraged.
Tenna whined, “You should- I like that one.” He huffed, moving forward to hover over Spamton.
He chuckled, “What? Pup? You are a needy puppy after all.” Spamton said, watching Tenna intensely. He could hear Tenna’s cord thump on the bed a few times, and he looked up to see his cock twitch. Oh, he really liked that one. Noted.
Tenna moved his thighs to the side of Spamton’s body, hovering over the thick tendril. He nervously began to lower himself, already liking the feeling. He whimpered, adjusting his angle slightly to take more in.
Spamton groaned, "Ah, that's it.. careful puppy, don't hurt yourself please.” He threw in the pet name again, glad to see Tenna smile more. He also felt incredible, it was hard not to move.
Tenna nodded, taking slow and careful breaths as he lowered himself further. The tendril was stretching him open so deliciously, filling him up completely. He finally sat down fully, his ass completely crushing Spamton’s legs, "I'm... I'm sitting on it... Oh my goodness…” He mumbled with disbelief.
Spamton was certain his legs would be numb by the end of this, but he was quite alright with that. He panted out, his tendril twitching inside of him. Spamton groaned, "Hah.. that's good." He praised, petting Tenna’s thigh.
Tenna shivered at the praise, slowly lifting his body up slightly. He whimpered at the loss of fullness, before slowly lowering himself back down. He started to bounce slowly, testing the waters. "Holy shit..." He threw his head back softly, his body starting to move faster.
Spamton moaned, letting Tenna control the pace, "Fuck, that's [[feeling fantastic]]. Doing so good, sweetheart.” He praised, feeling Tenna squeeze around him.
Tenna started to ride him faster, his body moving up and down the thick tendril, sloppy wet sounds echoing across the room. His hole stretched wide around the thickness, his insides squishing around it as his moans increased in volume.
Spamton moaned, grasping Tenna's thighs and starting to thrust up into him, adding to the bounces. It wasn’t much, but it added another layer of pleasure.
"AH!” Tenna gasped out as Spamton started to thrust up into him. His body was being pounded down onto the tendril, the sensation overwhelming him quickly. He leaned over Spamton, his hands grasping the headrail for support. His moans become louder and more desperate, a mix of Spamton’s name and pleas for more.
The ache of thrusting up and his body getting slightly crushed became background noise as Spamton grasped Tenna's thighs even harder, going into overdrive and thrusting up as hard and fast as he could.
"FUCK!" Tenna screamed out loud, slamming himself down onto Spamton's tendril brutally. Even after bedtime and his parental lock was off, he tried not to curse. That mindset was completely forgotten. His hands grasped the bedframe tightly. His legs shook violently as they both became rougher and more desperate. He couldn’t help but moan and whimper with each movement.
Spamton moaned softly with each thrust, "You like that, doll? Being so good for [[me, myself, and I]]?" He panted out, pelvis aching with effort but he persisted,
"Mmhm! Yes!" Tenna wailed, bouncing as fast and harsh as he could, "It's so deep! It's hitting-" He cried out sharply as Spamton struck something, a button or plate or something that made him see stars.
"Yeah? Did I find your [[sweets]] spot, puppy?" Spamton panted out before focusing on that spot, hitting it with each thrust.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Tenna's voice hitched high, his hole clenching tightly around Spamton's tendril as it slammed against his TV equivalent of a prostate repeatedly. Tears pricked at the corners of his screen from the overwhelming pleasure. "Right there... Right fucking there..." He begged desperately, not stopping his insistent bounces.
Spamton moaned, "Ugh, you sound so pretty.." he huffed, feeling his energy renew. The pain became a dull afterthought, somehow thrusting even harder and faster.
"Ahhh! Ah! Ah! Spamton!" Tenna screamed loudly, his entire body shaking with each brutal thrust. His legs felt like jelly as he bounced sloppily and desperately. "F-Fuck me! Fuck my goddamn brains out!" He cried loudly.
Spamton felt like he’d lost it, Tenna being so desperate and vulgar, unlike anything he’d ever seen. He pushed Tenna’s stomach, “Put your legs on the headboard and lean back so I can [[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]] you deeper.” He commanded.
Tenna immediately complied, popping off of Spamton’s cock with a moan. Spamton moved so Tenna could get into position, his back partially on the bed and his legs held up by the top of the bedframe.
Spamton quickly moved back in between his legs. He thrust back in harshly, making Tenna moan. He grasped Tenna's thighs, fucking him into oblivion.
"Holy SHIT!" Tenna screamed, his back arching sharply. His legs were being spread wide apart, his body being pounded down into the bed. His hole was being stretched obscenely, his moans becoming non-stop. "It's so DEEP! It's hitting-”
"Yeah? That's it baby, tell me how good it is." Spamton huffed, not stopping his relentless thrusts.
"IT'S FUCKING PERFECT!" Tenna screamed, his voice breaking. "You're hitting my spot so good! It feels like I'm going to cum just from this! Spamton, please don't stop!" He begged desperately, his hands clutching at the sheets beneath him. He was completely lost in a haze, tongue lulling out of his mouth.
"That's it. I won't [[stop, drop, and roll]], sweetheart." Spamton said, pounding deep as he moved his head to bite and kiss at Tenna's thighs. He had no idea how he was multitasking while being so overcome with pleasure and with aching, probably bruised legs, but he continued nonetheless.
Tenna let out a high-pitched whine as Spamton's teeth sank into his thigh, the sudden pain mixing with the intense pleasure of being fucked so roughly. His cock was leaking precum nonstop, throbbing desperately for release, "P-Please…”
Spamton licked the spot he’d bit before turning his head back to Tenna, "Please what? You've gotta use your words doll." He said with a particularly hard thrust.
"P-Please touch me!" Tenna wailed, his hips bucking desperately. "Please touch my dick! I'm so close! I'm gonna cum just from getting pounded like this!" He begged shamefully, his screen flushed bright red with need.
"Hmm. Okay, sweetheart. You beg so good. [[Gimme]] some more and I'll touch you." Spamton assured with a wobbly voice, feeling himself getting close to his peak as well.
"Please! Please touch my cock! I need it so bad!" Tenna cried out, his body trembling with need. "I'm gonna explode if you don't touch me! Please, Spamton, please jerk me off while you fuck me!" He begged desperately, his hips bucking wildly.
"So lewd.." Spamton chuckled before finally reaching up, stroking Tenna as fast and hard as he fucked him. His hips slammed into Tenna's, the loud noises sounding across the room.
Tenna screamed obscenities and pleas at the top of his lungs as Spamton finally touched his dick. His orgasm hit him like a truck, his hole tightening harshly around Spamton's tendril as he came hard.
Spamton continued to stroke and fuck him through it. He slammed into Tenna's sweet spot one last time before cumming harshly inside him. He panted, stroking Tenna as he thrusted lightly.
Tenna groaned as he felt Spamton fill him up. He could feel the hot, thick cum shooting into his insides and start to leak out. When they both finally finished he went limp against the bed, feeling Spamton slump against him, "Holy shit..." He mumbled weakly.
After a few moments to recollect themselves, Tenna started to try and move his feet off the headrail. Spamton pulled himself out, sitting back and watching Tenna with hazy eyes.
Tenna turned the right way around, huffing and laying down next to Spamton. He smiled softly, “We should… we should do this again soon.”
Spamton just chuckled, feeling soft, “Yeah, we should.”
Tenna cautiously wrapped his arms weakly around Spamton's shoulders, nuzzling into his neck. "Love you..." He murmured sleepily, already on the verge of passing out.
Spamton smiled to himself, still in disbelief. He’d better go to sleep before the aches all around his body caught up with him. He hummed, "..Love you too."