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Lack of Self Control
Spamton couldn't fathom what lead him to this. Walking down the corridors of the castle, wondering why he was heading straight for Tenna's door. It was the middle of the night, Tenna should be sleeping by now. He too should be fast sleep right now, but something in his glitched out brain told him he needed to try again. To try and get Tenna to recognize him, even just a little bit. He didn't care if Tenna hated his guts for up and disappeared like that. Without even a hint as to where he went off to, or why he left so quickly. He didn't care if he got covered in that spray foam stuff again. He just wanted that CRT to know it was him. That he didn't just run off and forget about him. Honestly, he just wanted things to go back to how the used to be. Before he learned about that shitty prophecy. Before he signed that stupid contract. Back then all he wanted was to change his fate and maybe save Tenna from his own fate, but in the end he couldn't even save himself.
Tenna's bedroom doors grew closer and closer, he couldn't help but feel more and more anxious with every step. What the hell was he even gonna say to him if he answered the door anyways?
'HEY THERE [BUDDY O'PAL] IT'S ME YOUR OLD [PARTNER IN CRIME] SPAMTON G. SPAMTON. COULD YOU [FINDERS KEEPERS] IT IN YOUR HEART TO [REQUEST ACCEPTED] THIS [[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]] BACK INTO YOU R LIFE ??'
No, no that wouldn't work. Spamton clawed at his scalp in frustration. He hated how his broken voice sounded. What he wouldn't give to be the smooth talker he used too be. He'd be lucky if Tenna could even understand a word he says with of glitchy his voice gets. Maybe his best bet would to just get on his hands and knees and apologize profusely for ever leaving him. Hell maybe Tenna would take him back if he said 'I love TV' over a hundred times... Maybe a thousand times...
Before he knew it, he was standing right in front of the doors to Tenna's room. They were big. Not as big as the ones in TV World, of course, but still quite large. Staring vacantly at the pair of doors, Spamton felt a massive wave of anxiety and nervousness course through him. Shit. He really was about to do this wasn't he. Holding his hands close to his chest, he took a deep breath trying to calm himself. Trying desperately to stop his whole body from shaking. After a few short moments Spamton lifted his right hand up to knock. He placed it on the door to try and prepare himself but was caught off guard when it crept open a little. Did Tenna not close his doors all the way? A bit puzzled, he gave the door a little push. The door creaked open just enough to give Spamton a peak into Tenna's room. Something in his mind told him he should just close the door and walk away. However, his curiosity got the better of him. Peering into the room, he couldn't quite see anything at first. It was dark, a dim light was coming from somewhere in the room. He theorized it was probably coming from Tenna's screen. Likely sleeping peacefully in his bed. Spamton remembered how sometimes random channels or programs would start playing while he slept. Spamton always thought of it as Tenna's way of dreaming. It made him think of all those nights they spent together. He always felt like those channels where the best background noise to fall asleep to. Maybe he should just let the big guy sleep. He'd try talking to him in the morning. That thought was quickly discarded once his eyes adjusted to the dim light and he saw how torn up the room was. Papers were scattered across the floor near a table that was flipped. Some other items Spamton couldn't quite make out were littered all over the room. Big claw marks covered the walls. It looked like Tenna had another one of his big melt down in here... Or perhaps a fight may have broke out. A tinge of fear shot up his spine as a single thought crossed his mind.
'What if the Roaring Knight came back to for him?'
Overwhelmed with panic, he bolted into the room without a second thought. Freezing in place once he was fully in the room and looked around franticly. Thankfully there were no signs of the Roaring Knights presence. Spamton sighed with relief, got himself all worked up for nothing. He wasn't quite sure what he would have done if the knight was actually here. He knew he didn't stand a chance against it, maybe he'd have just grabbed Tenna and ran for his life. Now that he was inside Tenna's room he could see how much of a mess it was. Papers, books, some shredded cushions and a couple torn up pieces of cloths covered the floor. The mirror on Tenna's vanity was shattered with a chair knocked over in front of it. It seemed like nothing was left untouched during his episode. He couldn't really blame him though. Tenna had been in castle town for days now. The kids have been trying their hardest to find him a good home but haven't had any luck so far. Tenna must be beating himself up over it, thinking none of the lightners actually want him. Well who cares if the lightners want him or not. None of them really deserve a good TV like him anyways. They don't deserve someone so kind, so caring, so tall, so handsome, so- so- OH-
Spamton's mind went blank once he realized what state Tenna was in.
Tenna was laying on his stomach sprawled out at the edge the bed with his right leg hanging off. His head was on its side facing the door with some sort of romance drama playing on his screen. Wearing an unbuttoned white dress shirt and nothing else. Spamtons eyes slowly traced down Tenna's figure. Savoring every detail of his mechanical body as his eyes trailed down his broad shoulders and back. He had almost forgotten how much he loved just staring at Tenna's perfect robot bod. God he felt like a pervert, eyeing up his old partner while he slept. Then his gaze fell on his ass. With the way Tenna was laying, Spamton had a good view of everything between his legs. Now he really felt like a pervert, but he couldn't peal his eyes off of him. How could he, this was the hottest thing he'd seen in years. Spamton fought against his intrusive thoughts telling him to run across the room to get a 'better look'. Every fiber of his being wanted to just pounce on Tenna. Curse his stupid puppet body for not having the equipment he needs to please him. God he wanted him. No, he NEEDED him so bad. It had been so long since he'd felt any kind of pleasure down there. He wanted his old body back just so he could go over there and give his sweet cathode a good pounding like he did back in the good ol' days. God he wanted it. He needed it. He-
Spamton felt something click in his head, he stood there a bit confused as he felt his body processing something. He didn't time to question it before he felt himself begin to grow taller. His black shirt turning into an assortment of colors as it formed into multi-colored wings and a loin cloth. Spamton stood there stunned as he looked down at his new mechanical arms. He somehow shifted into Neo. The transformation was surprising painless and disturbingly quiet. He didn't even know it was possible for him to change back into Neo like that, with no stings attached no less. Something he'll have to figure out the mechanics of later he noted. Right now he had more pressing matters to attended to. Like a TV host sleeping in such a sexy pose, still unaware of his presence. With his new found height, he had a perfect view of his beloved CRT. God he looked heavenly from this angle. Spamton felt a hatch open on his groin and something slick sliding out from it. Looking down, Spamton moved his loin cloth to reveal his new member wriggling between his legs. It was long and tendril like, with a thick liquid oozing from the tip. He thanked the heavens above and whoever created this machine for giving him back what his puppet form was lacking. Spamton could feel something primal clawing at the back of his mind when he looked up at Tenna. His eyes where now glued to him as he gently pushed closed the door behind him. He didn't want to risk anyone else walking in on this beautiful display. Making sure the doors where fully closed and locking it. He hunched forward onto all fours began slowly crawling towards Tenna. His wings dangled loosely as he moved. Carefully navigating through the trashed room, tying not to step on anything or make noise. Never taking his eyes of his prize. His footsteps were unnaturally quite for such a big machine. Tenna shifted and groaned a little in his sleep, causing Spamton to pause. He felt like a predator stalking his prey. A few seconds of silence passed before Spamton continued his march forward towards his target. Just as he reached the edge of the bed, his consciousness finally started caught up to his actions.
He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be so close. He shouldn't be staring at Tenna's exposed parts with such lustful urges. Drool began to leak from the corners of his mouth. He tried wiping it away but quickly deemed it pointless. What little he wiped away was quickly replaced with more as it dripped onto the edge of the bed. Spamton went on his knees as he leaned closer to Tenna's nether regions. Trying his hardest not to alert the sleeping man with his breath. Placing both hands his to either side of Tenna's hips, Spamton inched his face closer and closer. A voice in his head screamed at him not to get so close, but he couldn't help but get pulled in close by such an alluring sight and smell. Upon further inspection, he could see that Tenna was in fact wet. Perhaps Tenna was having a wet dream. Looking up at the CRT's screen only confirmed his suspension as the romance drama from before was now at a sex scene. His dick twitched and stiffened with excitement. God every fiber of his being wanted to grab Tenna by his hips and plunge into him as deep as he could into his soft wet pussy. To pound into him with such feverish desire. Seeing how many times he could make his sweet cathode cum without even touching his di-
No
No no no no no no no
He shouldn't be here.
He shouldn't be this close.
He needs to control himself before he does something stupid. Spamton leaned back and turned his head to look at the doors. How did he let himself get this far. He felt like an idiot for so willingly following his urges. What the hell was he even thinking. He should be better than this. Fuck he needs to get a grip and leave, NOW. Tenna probably wouldn't even want him like tha-
"hMmm..spammy..." Tenna mumbled as he again shifted in his sleep.
Spamton's head snapped back to him as he stared in disbelief.
Whelp...
So much for self control.
It seemed like Tenna wanted Spamton just as much as he wanted him. Maybe he could indulge his urges just this once~
Spamton looked back down at Tenna's junk and did the first think that popped into his mind. He stuck out his tongue and licked a long, wet stripe from the tip of his cock to his entrance. This action sent a shiver up Tenna's spine. Letting out a soft moan from the sudden pleasure. Prompting Spamton to keep going. He started lapping at the Tenna's entrance, being sure to lick up every bit of that heavenly nectar that dripped from him. Earning more soft moans from his sleeping beauty. Tenna's hips began to move in response, seeking more of that delicious feeling. He never really was good at sitting still, Spamton recalled. Using both his hands, Spamton gently grabbed Tenna at the base of his thighs and held him firmly in place. Tenna's body seemed to protest this action until Spamton began to press his tongue inside. Slowly pushing it in deeper and deeper, exploring every inch of him as he went. Causing Tenna's moaning to grow louder. Spamton used his thumbs to spread him open. Allowing him shove tongue even deeper. Trying his best to hit everyone of Tenna's sweet spot. Or at the very least all the ones he could remember. Though judging by they every increasing moaning, he seems to have remembered them pretty well. He closed his eyes, soaking in all of Tenna's cute noises and enjoying his unique taste. It was like a strange mix of silicone, copper and lube. As odd as it was, he couldn't get enough of it. Licking at his walls like it was the best thing he's ever tasted.
As Spamton tongue fucked Tenna, he failed to notice Tenna's screen was off, no longer playing the romance drama. Tenna was starting to wake up.
~~~
For Tenna, it was almost euphoric. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this good. The pleasure was truly ~Heavenly!~ But...wait... WHY was he feeling like this... Something was reaching parts of him that hadn't been reached in years. Was someone touching him in his sleep?? And if so... who the hell was it????
Tenna's screen flickered on. Feeling dazed and confused, having just woken up from what felt like an amazing power nap. He didn't even have time to process his surroundings before another moan was ripped from his lips as he felt something press against his g spot. He gasped, quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Someone was inside him! But who the hell was it??
Tenna lifted his head and turned to look at his intruder. He froze once he saw a large beast at his rear. He wasn't quite sure what he was looking at. It looked a bit bigger than him, and it was definitely mechanical. However it had smooth, black, almost feather like hair. Sporting a pair of strangely multi-colored wings on it's back. Tenna looked at the creature's face, for a moment he thought it looked like long lost partner, but quickly dismissed that thought. Tenna could see its right eye crack open a little bit and looked over at him. Both its eyes shot wide open once it made eye contact with Tenna. It froze in place like it was doing it's best impression of a statue. Guess it didn't expect him to wake up, Tenna thought. The thing began to retract its tongue. Tenna refused to admit that the action felt really good and made him feel a bit empty. And he was DEFINITELY not going to admit that this whole situation was oddly hot. The beast let out a nervous sounding chuckle as it licked at the slobber and other fluids smeared on its face. It gave him an award (loosing) winning smile, as if it was it was asking him if he wanted more. Tenna's screen flushed a bright pink.
Man, it kind of looked like his old partner. It kinda acts like him too... but surly it can't be him right? This thing is way too tall to be his beloved little Spammy. It looked more like that rat from before. Suddenly it lifted its right hand and reach up toward his face. Panicked, Tenna quickly planted his foot on the things chest and pushed it away from him. It let out a deep guttural grunt at the sudden moment and fell onto it's back. Landing on the poor coffee table behind it, snapping it in half with a loud crash, launching what paperwork were still on it into the air. Tenna scrambled to sit up on his knees in bed, facing the creature. Legs a bit shaky from the pleasure he had experienced just moments before. He clapped his hands together in the shape of a gun and readied a star to shot at the intruder.
"Alright buddy, I don't know who the HELL you are. So you better start talking or else you'll be- y-you'll be-"
As he spoke, his eyes had drifted down to the creatures pelvis and saw... wow mama. His screen grew red as he stared at the thing between its legs. He was BIG, precum oozed from his tip. He was way bigger than anyone he had ever been with. Even his beloved Spammy didn't-
No.
Nonononono.
Tenna shock his head. Now's not the time to be comparing dick sizes. He's an intruder. He needs to question him. He shouldn't be thinking about how BIG his package is and what it could do to him. Tenna bite his bottom lip as he continued to stare at it. He thought about how much of it he could actually take. His aim began to falter. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to find out- Tenna suddenly slapped himself across the face and did his best to straighten himself. He needed to focus. He needed to keep his mind to stay on track. He needed to control himself and not give in to temptation. Even if he really wanted to find out if it was as good with its dick as it is was with its tongue. Tenna felt his dick twitch at the thought. He glanced down and realized how rock hard he was. Precum was starting to drip from his own tip, and the sheets below him were being soaked by all the saliva and lubricant leaking from him. His screen turned a deeper shade of red as steam began leaking from his vents. He was so lost in thought he almost missed the sounds of his intruder getting back up. His gaze quickly shot back up at the creature in front of him and was startled to see much it had moved. He had only looked away for a few seconds, but somehow that was enough time for it to get back up and onto all fours. Its eyes where staring daggers at him through it glowing yellow and pink glasses as it panted heavenly. Tenna was certain it would pounce on him if he looked away a second time.
"WHA-" Tenna's aimed his star attack at the beast again, "Wo-woah there big guy! Let's not do anything CRAZY now, alright?"
Tenna's aim was a little shaky. He was a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation. Didn't help that he was having an internal conflict with himself. On one hand, they're an intruder. Tenna should kick his for even stepping foot in his room and for putting his hands on him. On the other hand, it had been a long time since he'd gotten any action. He'd grown very touch starved over the years. So much so that the idea of being dicked done by this well in doud creature didn't sound too bad. Especially since it did look like his Spamton... God there was defiantly something wrong with him.
"So... uh hehe.. can we uh, talk about this?? L-like what's your name? Where did you come from? Why are you here? (Also you should really put that big package of yours away, please.)"
"..." It didn't respond. It didn't even move.
"Um. Can you... Can you even talk??"
"...[F1]..."
"......F1?"
Suddenly a little angel like thing flew down into view and landed on Tenna's nose. He felt it use some kind of healing magic on him as it gave him a little smooch on the bridge of his nose. Tenna was infatuated with the cute little angel, and mistakenly let his vision follow it as it flew away. Before he could realize his mistake, he felt two hands grab at his shoulders and shove him into the mattress. Tenna looked up in shock and grabbed at the beasts arms and tried to push it off, but was quickly distracted by the feeling of his hips being straddled. Glancing down, he could see its hips flush against his as its dick loomed over his own. His was nearly twice the size of his own length. He had to stop himself from instinctually grinding up against them. It was getting harder and harder for Tenna to hide how much he wanted it now.
Tenna looked back up to meet the gaze of the man hovering over him. "Uhhhehehe," he laughed nervously. "I guess you caught me hehe..."
~~~
"[CATHODE]~" Spamton cooed in a low voice as he started slowly grinding his hips against Tenna's. Tenna squirmed under him as he looked away, still trying desperately to resist his overwhelming need for pleasure. He didn't want him to know how badly he wanted this. Too bad for him, Spamton could read him like a book, all these years and Tenna still couldn't hide how he truly felt about things. Whether it be his growing or shrinking giving him away, or in this case, Tenna's tail wrapped tightly around his waist and wagging. 'Cute' he thought.
Spamton brought his face close to Tenna's, "[EYES ON ME] TENS"
Hesitantly, Tenna turned his head back to face him. Spamton stuck his tongue out again as he leaned in closer, seeking to shove it into Tenna's hot mouth, but his face went blank the second he got close. So that's how he wants to be. Stubborn as always, Spamton thought. Well if he can't get at his mouth, he'll just have to go for his neck. It was one of his weak spots back then. Spamton removed his hands from Tenna's shoulders and wrapped his arms around Tenna's chest. Pressing there bodies as close as he possible could, causing there dicks to rub up against each other. At the same time he began grinding his hips even harder on him. Tenna threw his head back in pleasure. His screen grew fuzzy as he tried to hold back his moans. Spamton then grabbed the back of his head with one hand to keep him in place and began licking at Tenna's exposed neck. Tenna nearly melted at the sensation, screen tearing from the moans threatening to escape him. He clung desperately to the bed sheets, claws tearing through the fabric, trying his hardest not to moan. Just as he regained some composer, Spamton playfully bit the crook of his neck. Causing Tenna's face to pop back on his screen with a loud staticky moan. Without missing a beat, Spamton quickly plunged his tongue into Tenna's mouth before he had a chance to close it. Earning another moan from his beloved cathode. Drinking up the feeling of it reverberating off his tongue. With that, Tenna finally gave into his urges. Eagerly began sucking on the appendage now exploring his mouth. He wrapped his arms around him as he began moving his hips in time with them, seeking more of that delicious friction. He didn't even care who this guy was anymore. He just needed him to fuck he already. Spamton let out a pleased groan at the additional movement, and took it as his que to take this further. But first, he wanted to hear him say it.
Spamton retracted his tongue from Tenna's mouth with an audible pop as he sat up. Tenna gasped for air.
"P-please" Tenna croaked out through his heavy panting, staring at him longingly.
"TELL ME"
"W-wha-"
"TELL ME WHAT YOU [WANTS AND NEEDS]"
Tenna squirmed under Spamton. Not wanting to vocalize his desperation to him. This whole scenario had an odd ting of familiarity to him, but he couldn't quite place why. Not that he cared at the moment. He needed this guy inside him already, but he really didn't want to say it. Tenna tried to encourage him to keep going by thrusting his hips against his length, hoping he'd take the hint. To his dismay, he didn't. Spamton moved his hands to his hips and held them firmly in place. Tenna let out a needy whine.
"NO [FREE RIDES] UNTILL YOU SAY IT [CATHODE]"
Tenna strained against Spamton's grasp, "I- oooh please I- I need it."
"NEED [WHAT WAS THAT?]" Spamton teased.
Tenna whined in frustration. "Please I- I need you to fuck me..." he squeaked out, almost to quietly to hear.
"[COME AGAIN?] I DIDN'T QUITE CATCH THAT [BOOB TUBE]"
"Oh for Christ sake juST FUCK ME ALREADY!!" Tenna shouted. Hoping no one else in the castle was awake to hear him.
"AS [YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND]~" Spamton hummed as he lined up his dick to Tenna's entrance. Slowly he began inserting himself, inching deeper and deeper in him until he was fully sheathed. They let out a sigh of relief. Tenna couldn't believe he was doing this, or how perfectly if fit inside him. Feeling fuller then he's ever felt. Spamton gave him a few moments to adjust to the feeling before pulling out almost entirely, then slamming into him fully. Tenna cried out in shock and pleasure. He wanted to cover his my mouth with his hands, but he couldn't as Spamton began pounding into him at a brutal pace. Causing him to cling to the bed for dear life as he was reduced to a moaning mess. The room filled with a cacophony of swears, moaning, and wet slapping noises.
*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*
"oOOooOH YES! YES! YES! GIVE IT TO ME SPa-" Tenna stop himself from saying that name, he wasn't entirely sure why he almost said it. Perhaps it was muscle memory.
Spamton stopped moving.
"Wha- why'd you-"
"SAY IT."
"H-huh?"
"SAY THAT [USERNAME]"
"I-I didn't mean to-"
"SAY IT [CATHODE]" He barked out.
Tenna gave him a puzzled look, "...Spamton...."
They sit in silence for a moment. Feeling a growing awkwardness, Tenna opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Spamton's sudden laughter.
"EHAHEHEHAHEHEHAHEHE!! SO YOU DO [FACIAL RECOGNITION] ME AFTER ALL [10 OUT OF 10]"
What.
WHAT.
Tenna was dumbfounded, there's no way in hell that thing could actually be Spamton. He's too tall, too robotic, and what's with that voice? But he does have his hair, and his award winning smile, and acts the same way in bed as his Spammy did, and knows exactly how to make him feel good... Oh god it is him.
Spamton watched in silence as he saw the gears turn in Tenna's head. Perhaps now wasn't the best time to reveal who he was. Especially since he was still so deep inside him. Timing this kind of stuff was never really one his strong suit. Probably should have waited until after sex to tell him. After what felt like eternity to Spamton, Tenna finally spoke.
"Spa- Spamton?? Is it really you?? Wha- What the hell happened to you?? Why do you look like that?? I-I-" Tenna looked like he was ready to break down
"IT'S A LONG [STORYTIME]. I KNOW I'M NOT THE [MAN OF YOUR DREAMS] YOU REMEMBER, TENS. LIFE HASN'T EXACTLY BEEN [KILL 'EM WITH KINDNESS] TO ME" Spamton turned his face away as he place a hand on his neck, feeling a bit of shame and guilt for just dropping this on him. It was a mistake to come here.
"[CATHODE] I'M- I'M SORRY. I-" Before he could finish Tenna pulled him down into a tight hug. Wrapping his arms completely around him and burying his face into Spamton's shoulder.
"Oh Spammy I've missed! I've missed you so much." Tenna choked out, unable to hold back his tears. "Hehe. I'm not dreaming again am I? I'm not gonna wake up with you gone again, right? You're really here this time?"
Spamton mimicked Tenna, wrapping his arms around him and holding him just as tightly. "YES [STARLIGHT] I'M [HERE TO STAY]. "
"Good... Good," Tenna sniffled. "Now promise me you'll never go disappearing like that ever again."
Spamton leaned his head against Tenna's. "I WOULDN'T EVEN DREAM OF IT. YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME [TILL DEATH DO US PART] [CATHODE]"
Tenna hugged him a bit tighter. Spamton felt like his chest would collapse if he squeezed him more. Though he didn't protest or say anything as to not ruin this perfect moment. He just simply laid his head on Tenna's shoulder. He breathed in Tenna's scent, a mix of metal, dust, and cables that brought back sweet memories. This wasn't quite the reunion he had expected, but it was better than all the ways he thought it would go. For a moment he questioned whether he was the one dreaming here. It just felt to good to be true. Not even 20 minutes ago he was convinced Tenna would reject him like he did before and he'd be all alone again. Now here he is, holding onto him so tightly, as if being even an inch apart would be to far away for him. He thanked his Neo form for potently making him more recognizable to Tenna, and for making him look less like a trash rat. Spamton wanted this moment to last forever, or at least he did, until he was reminded where his dick was as it start to ach from the lack of friction.
"[ANGEL]"
"hmm?"
"DO YOU WANT TO [PRESS START TO CONTINUE]?"
Tenna whipped away the tears from his screen, "Yes please."
"[ROGER THAT]"
Spamton readjusted himself, or as best he could with Tenna's death grip, before thrusting into him once again. Albeit at a much slower pace than before. Tenna turned his head towards him and peppered Spamton's cheek with kisses, letting out soft moans as he did. Spamton lifted his head to faced Tenna. He wished he could kiss him back but lacked the lips to do so. The best he could do was stick out his tongue a little in offering, which Tenna accepted by opening his own mouth and sticking out his own tongue. Ready for a, somewhat one sided, French kiss. Without warning, Spamton proceeded to shove the entirety of his tongue into Tenna's mouth. Tenna let out a surprised, muffled noise. His tongue was much bigger than what he was expecting. He felt it explore his mouth a bit before going down his throat. Tenna choked on it, though he didn't actually need to breath. Having his tongue wriggle down his throat still made him feel a bit breathless. Causing him to loosen up his iron grip on Spamton. Spamton took that as an opportunity to get into a better position. Spamton shifted his arms out from under Tenna to push himself up. Slowly pulling away form there 'kiss' and leaving a trail of saliva between them. Spamton looked down at Tenna. Oh, what a beautiful sight. Tenna's screen was bright pink, his antennas were all twirled up. His mouth agape with his tongue hanging out a bit, gasping for air he didn't need. Tenna gave him a look that told him he needed more. Spamton did want to try and be gentle this time, but seeing such a pretty face on his beloved CRT made him want to go feral. His own growing needs becoming harder and harder for him to ignore. Not to mention he could feel his time as Neo wasn't going to last much longer. Whether it was because of a time limit or an energy limit he couldn't tell. He did, however, know that he had just enough time to satisfy the both of them. He just need to crank things up a notch.
Spamton grabbed both of Tenna's legs and hoisted them up onto his shoulders and leaned forward. Bringing Tenna's legs up to his own chest, effectively putting Tenna into a mating press. Tenna wanted to say something but all that escaped his lips where moans as Spamton began relentlessly pounding into him. Tenna's clawed at the mattress beneath him, trying to ground himself as Spamton repeatedly slammed into him as hard and as deep as he could.
*SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!*
"OOoh~ God yES Spammy~ ha-HAHH- OH fuh-FUCK GAH-ah~"
"[$#!%] TENS. S-SO [RIGHTY TIGHTY]" Spamton huffed, feeling himself getting closer and closer with every thrust. At this rate he wasn't going to last much longer. In his prime he could have gone on for hours. The many years of isolation, and lack of genitalia, must have severely deteriorated his stamina. Honestly he was surprised he was even lasting this long. Tenna was a lot tighter than he remembered, then again his new Neo dick is a lot bigger than his original junk. Plus with Tenna making such sweat noises it was a miracle he hasn't busted already. Spamton stared down at his lovers screen, trying to gauge whether he too was close or not. Unfortunately for Spamton, Tenna looked nowhere near as close as he was. Of course he wasn't, he looks like he hasn't aged a day since he left. Of course he'd still have his seemingly endless energy, hell even his younger self struggle to keep up with him. As much as he doesn't mind being the one that cums first. He feared that if he did he'd end up transforming back into a puppet, leaving Tenna unsatisfied. Luckily though, he remembered some of the tricks he'd use when he needed Tenna to cum fast.
Spamton brought his face closer to Tenna's, making sure he was only looking at him. "OH [ANGEL]~"
"Spa-Spammy hah OH- " Tenna gasped as he suddenly felt something touching his neglected cock. He glanced down to see Spamton taking his dick in hand and giving it a few playful tugs. If he wasn't being pinned down he would have thrusted into his hand to get more of that delicious friction. Though he had it admit it was starting to be a bit to much for him to handle. He didn't know how much long he would last if he-
"I. LOVE. T.V." Spamton said slowly, emphasizing each syllable with a pump of Tenna's cock. Tenna looked back up at Spamton in shock. He desperately wanted to say something back but lost all train of thought when Spamton started repeating those words like a broken record in quick successions. At the same time he started jerking him off at nearly the same speed as his thrusts. Now it truly was too much for him to handle. Tenna wanted to hear him say that phase at least a hundred times, but felt himself getting close after only fifty. Spamton was trying his hardest not to cum as his thrusts grew more and more erratic. He knew Tenna was close, he just needed to last a little bit longer.
"FUCK, SPAMT-hah-ON!~ I- ahH~ oOH GOD I LOVE YOU OHH~" And with those few words, Spamton couldn't hold it in any longer.
"OH [HYPERLINK BLOCKED] HN-N-N-NGH !!" Spamton groaned out in a gruff, glitchy voice as he came inside Tenna. At the same time he felt Tenna tighten around him as he too reach his own climax. Shooting ropes onto both of there stomachs. Spamton gave a few more shallow thrusts as he filled Tenna's womb. Pulling out fully once he felt his dick, he watched as it slowly slinked back into the compartment it came from. He leaned back and looked down at Tenna. Admiring the sight of his own cum leaking from his abused hole. He wished he could do more, but as they sat there catching their own breaths. Spamton felt his internal timer run out.
"So, heh, You up for a 'Round Two' big guy?" Tenna asked a bit nervously. Spamton looked up to meet his gaze. Before he could even give a response, Spamton felt his Neo form power down. Falling forward almost lifelessly onto Tenna.
"What the- WOW" Tenna quickly put his hands out and caught him. Spamton's head and limbs hung loosely as Tenna held him up by his chest. "Geez, I know you get tired after sex but this is a bit extreme. Are you ok- huh??"
Tenna watched as Spamton began to shrink. His body shifting from a colorful metal plating to a worn-out plastic like shell. His wings seem to disappear behind his back as a black cloth enveloped his chest and arms, forming an old looking shirt. Tenna's screen switched form a look of confusion to a look of horror as he had an awful realization. The rat from before, the one he saw in TV World next to the pipis. It was Spamton. He thought it was someone trying to pull a cheap trick on him or something. He didn't think Spamton would ever come back to TV world, especially not when he was at his lowest. Well, if he made it big without him he probably would, just to rub it in his face. But clearly that's not what happened, given how ragged he was. It honestly looked like Spamton had been through hell and back. This was all so confusing, where has he been all these years? Why does he look so different, and what's with the shapeshifting? So many thoughts came flooding in at once it was a bit overwhelming. He almost didn't notice the smaller man in his hands regaining consciousness.
Spamton's head shoot up, "UM, H-H-H-HEY [10 OUT OF 10] COULD YOU [PRETTY PLEASE] PUT ME [GOING DOWN?] !!" his voice sounding a bit panicked. Being held up in the air like this was tripping his fight or flight response.
"Huh? OH SHIT RIGHT," Tenna gently lowered him down to his stomach, he haphazardly whipped away his cum with his sleave before setting him down fully. "Sorry, I uh, forgot how much you hated being held like that."
"IT'S [ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT]" Spamton squirmed a little in Tenna's hands. "CAN YOU [LET ME GO!] NOW TENS"
Tenna's grip grew a bit tighter as his expression changed to a sad pout. "I don't know, are you gonna run away the second I let go?"
"ACK! [WHAT WAS THAT?] NO NO NO OF COUSRE NOT!! YOU [THINK AGAIN] I WOULD COME BACK. HAVE [FANTASTIC] [[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]] WITH YOU, JUST TO UP AND [ABANDON SHIP] YOU [SECOND TIMES THE CHARM]??"
Tenna shrank a bit, his face shifting to a very sad looking pout. "I don't even know the reason why you left me the first time. How am I suppose to know you won't do it again?"
Spamton opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. Choosing instead to actually took a moment and think about what he was going say. He could go on and on just listing all the reasons he left, many of them where out of his control. That damn contract Tenna made him sign was defiantly high up on that list. It'd be all too easy to put the blame on Tenna, making him feel guilty for every bad thing that's happened to Spamton because of that contract. But that's not what he wanted, he didn't want to hurt Tenna anymore than he already has. Before he met the lightners, he wanted Tenna to pay for what he did to him. To make him suffer just as he did. But after seeing everything that happened in TV World, it was clear to him that Tenna had already suffered enough already. He wished he could have stayed with him, maybe things would be different. Maybe it didn't really matter what he did, in the end they were both just victims of fate.
"LISTEN, TENS, I KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE A [GOOD REASON] TO BELEIVE ME. BUT YOU'RE THE BEST DAMN THING THAT'S EVER HAPPENED TO ME. I'VE DONE A LOT OF THINGS IN MY LIFE THAT I REGRET. LEAVING YOU IS, AND WILL ALWAYS BE, MY [NUMBER ONE-] BIGGEST REGRET." Spamton felt tears streaming down his face as he talked. It surprised him a little, he thought he had lost the ability to cry when he became a puppet. Perhaps this was just another blessing from Neo. Tenna sat up a bit to look at Spamton properly. His screen was black, tears welling up where his eyes would be.
"I KNOW IN THE [PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE] I'VE TALKED A LOT ABOUT WANTING TO BE A [BIG SHOTS] WITH [U], BUT NOW I THINK ALL I REALLY WANT IS YOU-" Just as Spamton finished that sentence, Tenna pulled him into a big hug. Tenna started balling his nonexistent eyes out as he wrapped his arms around Spamton. His face flickered back on with a big goofy smile on his face.
"Never thought I'd see the day where the Spamton G. Spamton, number 1 rated salesmen, would throw out his life goal of being a big shot just for little ol' me." A flower bloomed from his nose as he spoke.
"I DIDN'T SAY [THAT'S ALL FOLKS!] I MENT YOU'RE MY [TOP PRIORITY] I'M NOT [GIVE IT UP ALREADY] ON BEING A [BIG SHOT] JUST YET." Spamton huffed, unsurprised that Tenna only heard what he wanted. Tenna ran his fingers through his hair and planted soft kisses on his forehead. Spamton laid his head against Tenna's chest, seemingly melting at the tender touches.
"Yes, yes of course. You get back with your lost love and then work your way back up the corporate ladder and become a true big shot with your true love by your side.... Hmm, sounds like a decent movie plot."
"OH? YOU THINK [THE STORY OF MY LIFE] WOULD BE A [HIT] FILM?"
"Well it probably wouldn't be a best seller, but I could see it becoming a beloved classic."
Spamton just listened as Tenna began spitballing ideas for the movie. Ranting on and on about different scenes and scenarios there could be and how the audience would react to them. It wasn't long before Spamton felt himself being lulled to sleep by Tenna's voice and warmth. He hadn't felt this comfortable in so long he couldn't help but pass out in Tenna's arms. Though he did feel bad for not listening to Tenna's whole movie pitch. Maybe he'll ask him about it in the morning.