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Dearly, honestly, Mettaton could not complain about the hand he was dealt.
One moment, a ghost on a train. The next, he was... to put it simply, gorgeous. Long legs! A beautiful face! How did he get so lucky?!
And as if that weren't enough, he was enrolled in a performing arts program! And... one of his professors was certainly easy on the eyes.
So what? Mettaton liked older men. He wasn't ashamed. And the apparent former TV host who was now teaching him had a lot of, mm, life experience for Mettaton to fantasize about.
Tenna, on the other hand, had sworn a long time ago he'd never fall in love again; at least, that's what he remembered. He couldn’t recall much of his life from before the university, or why he didn't look like anybody else here, but he knew he had made that promise to himself.
He especially wouldn't fall for one of his students. No matter how much they stared at him during class, no matter how much they smiled, no matter how pretty they were, no matter...
Oh, goodness gracious...
Mettaton stared at Mr. Tenna from the front row, wondering how the TV robot's chassis looked underneath that smart suit. Judging by the way Mr. Tenna's clothes hung, there was a bit of a dad bod going on. Mettaton imagined soft material built to flex around wiring... imagined holding it... squeezing it... and a small sigh escaped.
Tenna tried to focus on teaching, but Mettaton's gaze made him more and more flustered. Just a few more minutes, and then class would be over, and he could retreat to his office...
Was... that a bit of a pink tint to the slides displayed on Tenna's face?
Mettaton imagined Tenna turning pink for different reasons... trying to be quiet, static slipping out through his speakers instead of the moans he would be desperately trying to suppress...
Mettaton bit his lip to hold back a moan of his own. It came out as a faint breath instead.
He knew Tenna was looking at him. He also knew Tenna was too gunshy to actually do anything about it. So, Mettaton's eyes drifted lower, imagining what it would be like to see those slacks pulled taut...
Tenna clapped his hands with a clang. "Well, that's all the time we've got! Remember to submit your assigments before the weekend is over!" His tail wagged behind him.
"Oh, Mr. Tenna!" Mettaton called out, gathering his notebooks.
Mettaton had been planning this for weeks. He had to test the waters--figure out what he was working with--because he'd had one too many lonely nights in a body that wanted and wanted.
Tenna immediately tensed up, but turned to Mettaton with a big grin. "There's my star student! Did you need something?"
Mettaton smiled back, stepped up to Tenna's desk, and leaned over slightly, popping into a subtle pose with one leg tucked behind the other.
A bold approach wasn't going to work. Tenna would lock up on the spot. As much as Mettaton wanted to go for the kill right away, he had to remember that Tenna was a classy gentleman. He wanted a little bit of pretense. (Mettaton would know; he'd been analyzing this man closer than any assignment.)
"I'm a little worried I won't be able to finish the assignment on time. I'm just... having trouble getting a handle on it," Mettaton said.
Tenna was glad he didn't have visible optics. He couldn't help but stare, though he felt like a pervert for it. He tilted his head. "I have some time today, I can help you with it if you'd like."
"Oh, I'd love some help! After all, you'd know the scene better than anyone, isn't the script from your show?"
Flattery, Mettaton knew, was Tenna's weak point that would get him to drop his guard and bring the whole thing home.
Tenna's screen turned bright pink and he tugged his collar, his internal fans clicking on and heat pouring from his vents already. "T-That's correct!"
It's working! Mettaton leaned forward a little bit and tilted his head slightly so he could still see Tenna while letting his eyelids lower a little.
"Well, I've just seen you perform it so many times, I think I'd just do it beat-for-beat like you did! I need help breaking out of your performance and finding my own!"
"F-Finding your own, yes of course of course! Why don't we, um..." Tenna looked at the students behind Mettaton, still filing out of the hall. "Why don't we practice in my office?"
Bingo. God, he was easy... to read. Easy to read.
Probably just easy, too.
"If you insist," Mettaton said, but he made sure Tenna was focused on him before turning around and bending over to pick up his bookbag.
Tenna tried to avert his gaze, but fuck those pants fit Mettaton so well. He cleared his throat and grabbed his things as well.
Mettaton headed for the door, swinging his hips a little, and then turned to make sure Tenna was following. He needed Tenna to lead him to the office.
Tenna hurried to Mettaton's side, and cast a definitely-not-nervous smile to him before heading for the office. He tried not to think about their height difference as he ducked through the doorway of the lecture hall.
Mettaton watched him duck, and as they walked, he wondered if Tenna was proportional in every sense of the word... if so, it would be easily twice the average for a body Mettaton's size...
His system quietly informed him that excess lubrication was being prepared and dispensed.
Tenna led Mettaton to his office, opening the door to let him in first. "A-After you!"
"Thank you! What a gentleman," Mettaton teased as he walked into the office, hoping Mr. Tenna did this for another look at his ass.
He was unsurprised by the amount of memorabilia decorating Mr. Tenna's office, but he did note it as he set his bag down in one of the chairs.
Tenna sat down at his desk, setting his things down and flashing a winning smile at his student. "Before we start, let's chat a little! How have you been?"
Horny as hell and desperately hoping you'll get a clue.
"I've been adjusting well! It was kind of shocking, discovering that we're the only robots on campus."
Chatting about common ground would have to do. For the moment.
"You'd think there would be more, hm?" Tenna chuckled and smoothed his antennae back, only for them to bounce back up.
So there's not a Mrs. Tenna, then... unless they're not a robot...
"Certainly! Especially considering how intelligent, attractive, and efficient we are!"
Sandwiching the 'attractive' part helped make it subtle, Mettaton hoped.
The flattery tinted Tenna's screen pink again. He tugged at his collar. Was it getting hot in here?
"R-Right, of course, of course. Very much so."
Mettaton leaned in a little, still standing in front of the desk.
Is it too early to go in for the kill? He's clearly responding well, but will his social hangups prevent him from reciprocating?
"...I'd venture to say there's not really anybody who outdoes us, particularly in that second category," Mettaton emphasized instead.
Tenna chuckled nervously. "Definitely! Yes! Rightamundo!" This student's lashes are so long and pretty, and the way his lips move when he talks...
His eyes are on your lips. Move in further.
"Speaking of... What do you use to keep your screen so fresh? There's not even a hint of burn-in," Mettaton said, leaning in further--far enough he had to brace himself on the desk with his hands.
Tenna leaned back slightly. He didn't want Mettaton to feel the heat pouring off his frame.
"I-I suppose I'm just lucky!"
Tenna couldn't hide the whirring behind his vents.
Go for the kill!
"No, I'm the lucky one..."
Mettaton stood up on his toes to lean in further.
"...being in here with you, alone."
Tenna adjusted his tie. "M-Mettaton, I fear I might have given you the wrong idea..."
He didn't back up any further. He'd deny it, but he wanted this.
Mettaton's mouth cocked up in a smirk. He knew Tenna couldn't resist him. Hell, barely anybody could. He was new, he was hot, and he had legs that could wrap around this man's love handles and squeeze his wiring and...
Another system alert gently popped up, but Mettaton was already aware of the blinding urge to shove himself onto Mr. Tenna's hot, throbbing--
Mettaton grabbed the tie and yanked Mr. Tenna in, his silicone lips crashing into a staticky screen that tickled his skin.
"Mmf!" Tenna squeaked into the kiss, the static increasing as he returned it. He reached over his desk and grabbed Mettaton by the waist, lifting him up and over the desk and pulling him into his lap.
Fuck, Mettaton had been fantasizing, but now that there was actually something solid underneath him, he was struggling to breathe. A frankly mortifying noise glitched through his speakers as he started blindly grinding down, looking for the right angle.
Tenna sighed, his silicone cock already pressurizing and tenting his pants. He put his massive hands on Mettaton's hips, squeezing very gently.
Mettaton felt it underneath him, and honed in, grasping at Mr. Tenna's antennae as he slid his bits up and down the length of the hardening cock. Come on. Take a hint. I'm going to cum in my pants if you don't move this along!
Tenna broke the kiss at the touch to his antennae, letting out a high pitched whimper. "C-Can we... take this further?" He was nothing if not a gentleman.
"God, please, destroy me," Mettaton whimper-growled, taking that as his cue to undo Mr. Tenna's tie.
Tenna whimpered again, nodding, tugging down Mettaton's pants in a hurry. "We shouldn't be doing this..."
Mettaton skipped straight to undoing Tenna's pants. "Don't care. Want your cock in me."
The CRT shivered and finally worked off Mettaton’s pants and underwear. "Mm.. H.. Highly inappropriate... for a teacher and student..."
"...You like that, don't you?" Mettaton settled back into his lap, trying to contain himself for long enough to fumble past the complex belt buckle. "Wanna fuck your student, huh? Wanna see me in the front row and know I'm hot for teacher? Wanna bend me over this desk after class?"
Mettaton got Tenna's pants down far enough--
"Holy fuck," he whimpered. That was genuinely going to take him out. Not that he was complaining.
Tenna let out a pathetic whine and tugged Mettaton closer until they were pressed up against each other. "Please... M.. Mettaton... Tell me you love TV?"
Fuck Tenna's gigantic cock was pressed right up against Mettaton's incredibly sensitive cunt and he couldn't breathe right and his optics were starting to glitch and--
"D-darling, I love TV." It was desperate and breathy and punctuated by pathetic, involuntary frotting.
Tenna lifted Mettaton up slightly, then slammed him down onto his cock, sinking into his student's cunt with a groan.
Mettaton let out a cut-off scream as it just kept going.
"Fuck, f-fuck, a-ah--"
Tenna couldn't even fit all of himself inside, and Mettaton was so tight and warm he nearly came immediately. He managed to keep himself together though, and started rutting into him over and over.
Mettaton whimpered every time Tenna slammed into the end of his canal. Every nerve was screaming, and he clumsily dragged his fingers across his clit as his legs began to shake.
Tenna held Mettaton against him as he got closer, whispering sweet nothings to him. "You're so beautiful, so perfect, so tight..."
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"S-shit..." Mettaton gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel his muscles struggling to convulse and close further around Tenna's cock. He was going to cum.
He latched onto the one thing he knew would work, repeating it like a mantra, interrupted only by hitches in his breathing. "I love TV, I love TV, I love TV…!"
That was all Tenna needed to hear. He yelped as pleasure crashed into him, and he shot synthetic cum deep inside of Mettaton. His screen flashed pink and red, his moans turning into bursts of static.
Mettaton came around him, screaming "I LOVE--F-FUHHH!" one last time as glittery pink fluid slid down Tenna's cock and Mettaton’s speakers output warped, glitched sounds. His muscles fluttered pathetically as the feeling of being filled with cum and of orgasming around this massive cock almost propelled him through a second.
Mettaton was guaranteed to need repairs after this. He didn't care. He collapsed into Tenna's chest, panting.
Tenna lifted Mettaton off of his cock, then held him against his chest. He rubbed Mettaton’s back, then reset his vocalizer. "That... was incredible…”
"Mmyes..." Mettaton leaned into his touch. "Absolutely... showstopping…”
Tenna pet Mettaton's hair with one hand. "Perfect…”
There was some sort of system error that wouldn't leave Mettaton alone. He dismissed it without reading it.
"...Do all of your office conversations end this way?" Mettaton teased, running a finger down Tenna's chest through his shirt.
"N-No! No, I've never done anything like this before, I-”
"Relax, Mr. Tenna. I'm teasing," Mettaton said. "I've wanted this since the first class.”
Tenna chuckled and pressed a staticky kiss to Mettaton's head. "I... I've wanted this too... I've always had eyes for you.”
You weren't subtle.
"Mm... then perhaps we can do this again sometime?" Mettaton idly, gently, played with one of Tenna’s antennae.
"I w.. I wouldn't mind that!" The touch to his antenna got Tenna heated again, but he was too exhausted to go again. "Let's get you cleaned up…”
Mettaton tried to stand, but something whined and clattered a little bit, and when he finally managed to get up on two feet, he couldn't get his legs any closer together than a slightly awkward wide stance. He winced a little bit, but laughed.
"Well, it seems I have a date with a screwdriver tonight," he said.
"Oh, lord, did I damage you? I'm so sorry, Mettaton, truly..." Tenna stood as well, pulling the other robot into a hug.
Mettaton returned the hug, then held Tenna at arm's distance with both hands. "Do not apologize for the best sex I've ever had. But... you're right, cleaning up is probably a good idea, darling. For you too.”
Tenna nodded, tucking himself back into his pants in a hurry and adjusting his tie and collar and buttons. "Right, yes.”
"Uhm..." It occuree to Mettaton that they were in an office, and the closest restroom was down the hall. "Maybe... one at a time," he said, struggling to maneuver his pants back onto his body.
Tenna flushed again, nodding. "Of course! Understandable.”
"Not that I care what people think of me, but I know you do," Mettaton said. He slipped his ankle boots back on. "Back in a moment.”
Tenna nodded and sat back down in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck.
Mettaton stumbled down the hallway into the bathroom and shut himself in a stall.
His legs were still weak as he propped himself up awkwardly, wiping at the dislodged silicone as best he could.
Zero regrets, but he thought he might ask Tenna to forgive him a day on the assignment so he could spend that night repairing himself.
True to his word, Mettaton came back as quickly as he could manage.
Tenna took off his coat and draped it over Mettaton's shoulders as soon as he was back in the office. "Wait here." Tenna went to the bathroom as well, hurriedly cleaning up and straightening himself out. He came back soon enough, with a big smile on his screen.
"Thank you. Really. You know how to take care of a man, Mr. Tenna." Mettaton smiled, adjusting the coat on his shoulders.
"You're welcome to relax in my office as long as you want.”
Mettaton thought of the walk home, and his current system status, and a thought occurred to him.
"I'd hate to intrude, but... would you happen to have tools on hand?”
Tenna perked up. "Of course I do!" He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a modest toolkit, handing it over.
Mettaton shamelessly shed his pants again and propped up one leg on the chair next to him so he could access the damaged areas.
Tenna did his best not to stare, but his screen tinted pink.
There was a panel that got dislodged and jammed in the way of some other mechanism, sitting sideways in a crevice it definitely shouldn't have been in. Mettaton pulled it out.
Was... that valve supposed to be closed off at the top like that? Weird, but it didn't hurt, so Mettaton ignored it.
"If you hadn't told me just how much you enjoyed the lack of space, I'd look into expanding this whole setup," Mettaton commented.
Tenna stammered a bit. "Ah, well, um, well.”
He's so adorable. Mettaton reassembled himself quickly and got his clothes situated.
"Thank you for letting me borrow your tools," he said, handing back the box.
Tenna put the kit back in the drawer and straightened up. "Of course!”
"So... do you have dinner plans?”
"N-No, actually. I was just going to spend another night home alone…”
"You do now. My place, seven PM. I'll text you the address.”
"Ah! That sounds lovely!”
Mettaton sent his address. "Oh, and wear something nice for me to take off of you, darling," he added.
Tenna let out a burst of static. "W-Will do!”
Mettaton picked up his bag and flounced out of the office.
"What on Earth..." he grumbled as he dismissed another urgent system error. "I fixed the problem, now leave me alone!”