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Spamton groaned as the morning light made it through the cracks in the blinds, managing to find the perfect angle to shine directly onto his face. He shifted, grabbing a bundle of the blankets and pulling them over his head, nuzzling into the pillows and against Tenna’s chest.
It rose and fell with Tenna’s sleeping breaths, gentle electronic whirring replacing a heartbeat; the perfect white noise for him to get comfortable against. It was hard, getting back into this kind of life with Tenna. So many years apart made things... awkward, but Tenna was more than eager for them to start anew, proposing that they renew their vows only a few months after their reunion.
They’d never officially broken up, Tenna told him it was because of paperwork complications filing with the divorce, something about him going missing causing a hell of a lot of problems, but he liked to think Tenna was just too sentimental to break it off.
Though he had been acting a bit strange recently. He’d been clingy, clingier than usual, and he’d move uncharacteristically slow every morning; his usually chipper attitude replaced with lethargic complaining. He rationalized that Tenna was just stressed from all the crunchtime, it always got so rushed around the holidays and it would send Tenna into his spirals.
He sighed, ignoring his thoughts and instead choosing to stare at Tenna’s sleeping face. It was off, but he still looked strangely peaceful, beautiful even. He felt butterflies flutter in his chest, quickly smothered by embarrassment at the fact that he was a grown man swooning over his husband like a teenager with a crush.
“Mm.. morning Spamton.” Tenna whispered, startling him as his screen flickered on; a wobbly smile on his face and cheeks dusted in pink blush. “Were you staring?” Tenna tilted his head, yawning as he began to fully wake up.
“NOT [In the house like] SLIGHTEST.” He grinned, leaning into Tenna’s arms as they wrapped around his small frame, pulling him in a tighter hug and smothering him against his chest. “[Cathode] YOU’RE [Kill!!]ING ME HERE-” He squawked, hands weakly prying at Tenna’s arms to try and escape his embrace.
“Come on-” Tenna spoke, voice whiny. “Please, just a few more minutes?” He could feel Tenna’s tail wrap around him, pulling tight around his legs and stopping him from squirming any further.
“WE HAVE [Paper shredder.Mp3] TO DO.” He grunted, finally managing to free his arms from his husband's vice grip around him. Spamton saw his antennas droop as Tenna finally released his arms, burying his face in the pillows and looking away; appearing exaggeratedly defeated.
“What, our work is more important than spending time together? After you abandoned me?” He knew Tenna would be batting his eyelashes at him, if he had any, just from the overdramatic tone of voice.
“ARE Y0U GUILT [Trip to Vegas!] ME?? THIS [Earl-y in the mornin’ ♩]?” He stared incredulously, but Tenna just waved him off as if he was being ridiculous.
“Maybe. But I wouldn’t have to if you cared enough to spend time with me.” Tenna stuck his tongue out. If Spamton hadn’t realized that Tenna was trying to get a rise out of him, he probably would’ve already snapped.
“Yy;YEAH Y3AH, KEEP [Trash talking],” He untangled himself from the sheets, stretching and cringing as he felt his joints pop, choosing to ignore how much his age was beginning to show. “ROT IN [Beddy-bye] F4R ALL I [Care has left the-]. SINCE YOU’RE FEELING SO [lazy bones].”
Tenna only shrugged before turning over in bed, mumbling a quiet ‘love you’ before he was out like a light, instantly shut off and straight back to snoring. Spamton raised an eyebrow; he knew Tenna hated mornings, but he usually wasn’t this drowsy, or annoying.
He noticed that Tenna’s hands felt hotter than usual, but he rationalized that it was probably just a side effect from all the cuddling; something about sharing body heat. He brushed off his worries, straightening himself up and walking towards their shared office, settling down at his (much) smaller desk.
In the back of his mind, he thought he was forgetting something, but he ignored it and began to chip away at the massive pile of papers in front of him. His memory had been spotty ever since... that call. It wasn’t rare for him to forget things, but it didn’t bother him as much anymore. He wasn’t built for the stage like this, as much as that hurt him to admit, so he’d taken to handling the financials like he used to.
He chuckled, remembering the long nights of Tenna hunched over his desk; undersized reading glasses perched on his nose beneath wrinkled brows as he tried to make the numbers make sense. He was never great at the business side of things– it was why they even started their collaboration in the first place.
He glanced over at the large mirror hanging opposite to him in the office, the one that sat to the side of Tenna’s desk, and traced a hand over the shape of his jaw. Did Tenna even find him attractive anymore? They’d renewed their marriage for a few months now, but between all the apologies and moving and messiness, they’d barely been intimate.
Maybe the creepy puppet jaw was the straw that finally broke the camel's back, or maybe it was his new charmingly grating voice stuck at one-hundered percent volume. He smacked himself on the side of the head as he began to feel himself glitch, ignoring the static that grew at the edges of his vision, so what if they didn’t fuck anymore? The fact that Tenna even took him back was a miracle in itself.
He huffed, adjusting his multicolored glasses and squinting as he worked through the paperwork. Spamton spent hours cramped alone inside the room, growing increasingly concerned as he heard not a peep from his partner.
Tenna wasn’t quiet in the slightest. He was sure he’d have heard him get up and make breakfast at some point, or head out to do one of his morning walks, but he hadn’t heard so much as a door open. Why was he acting like this? Last time he’d seen him get this moody it was when he was-
He stood up straight as the realization hit him all at once.
Tenna was in heat.
God he felt like an idiot, of course he was in heat. He immediately stood up from the table, knocking over some of the papers in the rush, but he didn’t care. He’d been ignoring him all day while he was all vulnerable; he couldn’t imagine how awful Tenna looked by now.
He ran over to the bedroom, the overwhelming smell of clover honey blasting his senses so aggressively he could almost taste the sugar on his tongue. He opened the bedroom door, feeling his entire body flush as he took in the sight.
Tenna was face down in the sheets, legs spread with his ass up high in the air, tail trembling as he desperately fingered himself. Large fingers aggressively pumping in and out as his other hand played with the dials on his chest, completely lost in the pleasure, letting out muffled moans and mumbled pleas against the pillow.
Tenna didn’t even seem to notice him for a few seconds, his mind so clouded in his heat filled haze. Though the second he did, he was whining loud and high; wiggling his hips as if to entice him closer. “Spamton- Spamton please. I-I need you, I need you-” He sobbed, claws tearing into the pillow pressed against his cheek.
“[!&#$] BABY WHY DIDN’T YOU [Tattletail] ME?” He said, scrambling over to the bed as fast as he could, watching as Tenna’s entire body seized with pleasure after he shoved his own fingers in deep, slick squirting out of him and staining the sheets darker.
“D-didn’t want to bother you- fuck please..” Every coherent thought was broken up by a moan or another beg. Tenna was clearly trying to keep himself together, but he was rapidly being consumed with the primal urge to breed.
He cursed under his breath as he tried to think of what to do, rummaging through their bedside table’s drawers before he grabbed the largest strap on he could, or at least the largest strap that fit him. He had been waiting for a while to finally use this thing, and seeing Tenna begging for him was only getting him more and more excited.
Before he could even put it on, Tenna’s massive hand grabbed him by the waist, claws extended, lightly dragging against his plastic skin. He was manhandled in an instant, flipped onto his back and held there beneath Tenna’s trembling frame, his screen off with only his bared fangs visible.
Spamton tried to speak, but garbled static replaced his voice as Tenna began to desperately hump against him, moving in a fervor for even the slightest stimulation. He was still clothed though, making Tenna growl and completely shred his pants into ribbons. He didn’t know whether to be terrified or aroused, maybe a mix of both. He’d forgotten how aggressive Tenna’s heat got compared to his.
As soon as his cunt was exposed, Tenna pressed up against him, t-dicks rubbing together, sending shivers up his spine as he moaned. God when was the last time he was touched like this? His short legs wrapped around Tenna’s waist as he tried to match his pace, but he was thrusting so fervently it seemed impossible to keep up.
He was so fucking wet, it was euphoria. He mindlessly rutted his hips against his husband’s, shuddering breaths and the slick slapping of skin was all he could hear in his ears. Spamton was utterly transfixed on just how beautiful Tenna was right now, despite how ruined he clearly looked.
Tenna’s tail lashed about behind him, his scent so thick in the room it made his head spin, and he could feel some of those long dormant instincts to mate flare back to life. His hands scrambled to grab onto Tenna’s even though he still completely dwarfed him.
“T-[Ten out of Ten] SLOW DOWN-” He managed to gasp out between groans and glitches, trying his best to be dominant despite the overwhelming warmth growing inside him. “YOU WANT ME TO [Fuck you!!] RIGHT, [Who’s a good boy?]”
Tenna’s hips stuttered at the pet name, his screen flickering as he struggled to keep himself still, hands loosening for just a moment. Spamton grabbed the strap, knowing he had very limited time before Tenna would pounce on him again, a bit embarrassed at how undoubtedly un-sexy putting this on looked.
The moment the straps were secured, he was back in Tenna’s grasp. Though this time, Tenna was pressing him hard into the mattress, lifting his hips above the silicon dick before slamming himself down, practically howling as it thrust into him.
He felt the air get knocked out of his lungs from the force of the thrust, all he could do was buck up into his cunt, desperately trying to please him. Tenna couldn’t stop moaning, babbling out Spamton’s name and a hundred other words all slurred together and incomprehensible– though, he could make out one thing for certain, ‘breed me.’
“TENNA- L_LEAN [Prices down low!]” He stuttered out. Tenna obeyed, leaning forward until they were face to face, feeling his hot breaths against Spamton's. He grabbed his screen and pulled him in close, shoving his long tongue into his mouth, thrusting it down his throat.
Tenna moaned, sending vibrations into his mouth that made him shiver, fangs clashing against his teeth as he pressed deeper into the kiss. His tongue wriggled around in Tenna’s throat, eliciting a pretty little whine from deep inside, goading him to get even rougher. His hands grabbed at his antennae, yanking them down.
Tenna practically screamed into his mouth, electricity crackling through his body and down into him, prickling across his plastic body and making him throb. He thrusted his tongue in tandem with the strap, adoring how he could see Tenna completely fall apart above him, those once threatening clawed hands now trembling.
He tugged Tenna’s head back, pulling out his tongue all at once, wishing he could record and save the fucking wonderful little moan Tenna let out as he did. Tenna’s tongue was lolled out, drool running down his screen that flickered between bright cherry red and rainbow colorbars.
“S-Spamton please- please..” Tenna spoke, voice progressing into a shout as his hips moved faster and faster. “B-breed me- give me your babies- fuck! Please!” He sobbed, his entire body shuddering, seconds away from cumming.
“[%*&@] TENNA-” He could feel himself getting close as well, his face was completely red. “IM [Coming!!]” He moaned, feeling his stomach tighten before his body was wracked with an orgasm, loud static and overwhelming pleasure flooded into his mind as his back arched.
He couldn’t think, he could barely breathe it all felt so good, but Tenna didn’t let up, he was relentless. He laid limp, body screaming with overstimulation as Tenna used him like a sex toy, the mental image of that arousing him more than he’d like to admit.
Before he knew it Tenna was throwing his head back and whining, and with one final slam he came hard. His screen completely fizzled out as he quivered, claws pressing against Spamton’s small plastic body and just so slightly scratching the plastic. His slick gushed out around the strap on, completely ruining the sheets below them.
He sighed with relief as the burning sensitivity in his groin began to calm down, eyes lidded as he lovingly gazed at Tenna, taking in every detail, every loose wire and missing pixel on his screen, how wonderful it all was.
Tenna leaned forward, cuddling him close as he began to lick over the scratches he’d left on his chest, seeming slightly more cognizant than before, though his movements were still slow and his skin still burned hot.
“[Dr. Tennaville] YOU ALRIGHT?” He asked, gently petting the top of his box head, chuckling as he saw Tenna’s tail start wagging again.
Tenna only mumbled against his chest, his response distant, clearly still foggy from his heat. Tenna cuddled him close, resting his chin in the junction between his neck and shoulder, lightly nipping at the softer plastic that connected his joints.
Then his bites grew deeper, slightly more aggressive, and Tenna’s legs that had hugged around him squeezed tighter, his hips pressing down against the strap that was still inside of him. He groaned as Tenna’s fangs dug into his neck, desperately trying to mark him despite his absence of soft skin.
Tenna’s neck was pressed against his lips, and he tenderly took some of the exposed wiring into his mouth, gently biting down and watching as Tenna’s hips bucked down, his breaths progressing back into wild, animalistic panting.
“R-ready for the 
?” Tenna grinned, suddenly invigorated, clearly being hit with the next few waves of his heat. He grinned, small hands grabbing at Tenna’s hips as he ground upwards, eyes focused on the tiniest bulge he could make out in Tenna’s stomach.
“BORN [Ready, set, go!]”