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Tenna awoke, not for the first time that night, with a muted gasp and a stealthy, slick sensation down, down in his abdomen. He felt himself being explored, investigated, and shakily he pressed the back of a hand to his screen, thankful that he hadn't yet turned his face on.
They'd slid into sleep together, in each other's arms like so many other nights, lulled to rest by the pleasant exhaustion of yet another evening tryst. In a fit of playful laziness, Tenna had declined to pull himself free of his partner once they were done, and simply turned himself to rest the back of his monitor on Spamton's chest and wish him an affectionate - if cheeky - goodnight.
This wasn't even the first time they'd fallen asleep still locked together. Whether by sheer exhaustion or choice, it wasn't exactly an unknown occurrence. It was, Tenna was forced to note with another inhale rising in his throat, the first time they'd stayed sheathed this long.
He grasped weakly at the rim of his screen, dimly aware of the insistent heat between his thighs and the shifting length inside him. He didn't even have to look to know that he'd already be at half-mast, if not fully proud by now. Blurrily, instinctively, he pressed himself backwards for more contact, more friction, as his tail looped itself around Spamton's leg.
Obviously the sustained touch was having its impact on him, because his serpentine, mind-of-its-own dick coiled wilfully inside Tenna, just as achingly deep as it had been when they'd drifted off. Tenna bit down a whimper, snapping further into wakefulness with the realisation of clawed hands still on his hips, clinging even in dreams. He was so warm, so increasingly aware of how long his body had been buzzing, hyper-sensitive to every touch and every movement with how he'd been allowed no reprieve.
He finally flickered on his face with a faint degauss vmmm, unconsciously digging a fang into his lip - only to let out a low keen as Spamton rocked behind him, sliding in further still with dreamy, instinctual purpose. He felt it press in, in, seeking and probing almost as energetically as any waking effort. His breaths were coming fast and shallow now; the lingering guilt of not wanting to rouse his partner was rapidly eroding away under the mounting desire his always-touchy body was flooding with.
Tenna arched backwards again, grinding against Spamton's silicon torso and seeking fervently for more, to take more, feel more. He could hear his partner's sleep-slow exhalations lighten a touch, and almost immediately Spamton rolled his hips in reply, seating himself fully within Tenna.
"Ah—"
It was too much. He'd already started at an unfair disadvantage. Tenna's thighs twitched and he threw his head back, mewling behind a hand as he came, glittering static liquid pooling across the sheets. He quivered in the aftershocks and almost didn't notice the long, intentional inhale from his partner behind him. Almost. The sudden tightening grip on his hips gave it away.
"O-oh, Spammy, sweetstakes, I'm sorry, I— mmn…!" He was cut off by another hard, focused thrust, dragged back by the claws now sunk into his skin.
"NOT [Till It's Over], 10/10"
It wasn't even morning yet.