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They’d been so busy for the past few weeks with back-to-school specials and advertisements. Tenna was happy to be busy of course, entertaining the Lightners was his life’s work, but…
They’d been so busy they had barely had time for each other. Spamton had been running back and forth between here and Cyber City. Tenna had been writing and rewriting and rehearsing and going in for costume fittings at all hours of the day. They barely had time to grab a nap or a bite to eat together, let alone anything else.
But today, at last, was Wednesday. The kids and Toriel were now back in school, and finally the schedule had eased off for the day. They had a few days of breathers before Saturday cartoons. Finally, Tenna could do something about the maddening, bottled up need he’d been wrestling with for the past weeks.
He should have felt more ashamed about running games and news segments while Spamton sat next to him, nodding, quipping, flashing that award-winning smile—all while his dark eyes absolutely smoldered at Tenna, making him hotter under the collar under the already hot stage lights. He was supposed to be a family-friendly TV host but it was a bit hard to embody that when your co-host looks like he’s about to jump you and rip your clothes off right there in front of the entire audience!
Quick, desperate kisses and frantic pawing under their clothing in the scant few breaks they got wasn’t enough to douse the flames of Tenna’s longing. And he was so tired when he actually got a chance to switch off his screen and power down for a few hours that he didn’t even have the energy to jerk off about it. So he was just more and more wound up as the week went on, and now it was Wednesday evening and finally, they were closing out the show for the night.
“And that’s our show, folks! We’re sad to say goodbye, so be sure to come back tomorrow for another great episode of—”
“~SPAMTON AND TENNA’S TV TIME!~”
Mike’s voice calling an end to the filming was the sweetest sound Tenna had heard all day. At last, his time was his own! His and Spamton’s.
Spamton stretched, letting out a sigh of relief. He shot Tenna a look under his lashes and sauntered off stage, letting his hips sway just a little, drawing Tenna’s attention to that plump backside—God. Little bastard knew exactly what he was doing, thought Tenna hungrily as he tried to will his erection to calm down. He took a couple deep breaths. Filming was over but appearances still mattered. Thank goodness they weren’t filming or the censors would have been all over him. Once he was more composed he strode offstage, nodding to a couple of Shadowguys moving props off stage.
“Good show, everyone. Er, my partner and I are going to be… working late tonight… So any issues, bring ‘em to Mike! I’ll see you all tomorrow,” he called back to the crew, receiving a couple affirmative calls and waves in response. His relationship with Spamton was basically an open secret to the studio at this point, but he wanted to at least keep up the pretense of professionalism. And privacy.
He turned the corner and was nearly accosted by Spamton, who dragged him down by his lapels and tie. The kiss was so intense Tenna’s knees buckled. Spamton gripped the edge of his casing, demanding entrance into his mouth, and Tenna gladly gave it, relishing the little sighs and moans escaping from the addison. Tenna embraced him tightly. Finally Spamton was where he should be: in Tenna’s arms.
Spamton was panting into his mouth, squirming impatiently in his arms. “Tens… fuck… I need you…”
Tenna squeezed his backside, rubbing his thumb between his thighs. Spamton choked out a moan, grinding down against him. He was already soaked.
“Oh, Spammy~” Tenna’s circuits burned with need. He stumbled down the hall, feet automatically finding their way to his suite as he and Spamton kissed with a passion that was bordering on ferocity. At last he fumbled the door open and slammed it with his back, twisting the lock into place. Finally.
“Fucking finally,” purred Spamton as though he could read Tenna’s mind, practically climbing up his torso. He kissed Tenna like it was the one thing keeping him alive. The TV Darkner nearly swooned, leaning back against the door. He couldn’t stop touching Spamton everywhere, unknotting his bowtie and tossing it away, tugging his cherry-red jacket off and pushing his fingers in between the buttons of his shirt. Spamton pushed into his touch, sighing, and kicked his shoes off.
Bed. Get him to bed. The one thought managed to stab through the haze of arousal.
Tenna laid his little mailman reverently down on his blanket, stroking a lock of black hair away from his forehead. “I missed you so much. I mean…” He chuckled a little, smoothing back his antennae. “I missed THIS. God, I missed you…” He leaned down, kissing Spamton again. “I want to touch you everywhere, I’ve wanted to touch you for weeks and it feels like I barely had time to.”
Spamton gasped as Tenna opened his belt and tugged his pants down. “Mhm… wanted you to fuck me behind the stage curtains all week… fuck, I hate goin’ back to Cyber City… I hate being away from you…”
Tenna’s circuits jolted. Spamton almost never talked like this. He didn’t like all the “strings” and “complications” of romance, although Tenna liked to think he’d slowly softened him up as the years passed. Spamton was only tender and sweet in private like this, but rarely so freely. Tenna swallowed hard as he felt heat expand in his chest, as though his heart was overflowing with affection. He missed me!
“I hate when you’re gone too…” he murmured, leaning down to kiss Spamton’s forehead. “I wish you could always stay.” Spamton’s cheeks flushed and he caught Tenna’s case edge, tilting his face down to capture his lips again.
“Mmmm.” Spamton’s hands tugged impatiently at his clothes. “C’mon, Cathode, I’m almost naked and you’re still fully [dressed to impress!]” He nipped reproachfully at Tenna’s lip and the CRT huffed a laugh, sitting upright and yanking off his tailcoat, tie and shirt. He unhooked his suspenders and felt Spamton’s fingers at his waist, undoing his TV Time belt and pants and slipping his hand through his fly, grinning as he felt Tenna’s straining erection through his briefs. Tenna bit down on a whimper.
“Mmm, Tens… Come on, let me—” Tenna nodded, shimmying out of his pants and toeing off his socks. Spamton squeezed him through his briefs, his grin growing as he could feel precum dampening the fabric. He ran his tongue along the fabric, his dark eyes locked onto Tenna’s screen.
With agonizing slowness, he peeled Tenna’s briefs down, freeing his cock, both hands reaching out and caressing it. Tenna wanted to thrust against Spamton, but allowed the addison to take the lead and instead leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows and letting his thighs fall open. Spamton was on his cock hungrily, tearing off his boxers and grinding against it.
“Ohhhh I missed you,” he murmured, giving the head a lick. Tenna gasped and his cock twitched hard in response. Spamton snickered as precum dripped from the silicone organ in front of him. “So close already, Tenna?”
“I-uhm,” He swallowed hard. “I haven’t really—I’ve been too busy, so…” Spamton’s warm breath on his cock made it hard to think. “I… I havennnnngghh, Spammy!” Spamton’s tongue swiped over his head again, lapping up the precum eagerly.
“Saving it all for me, huh, [Boobtube?]”
“Uh-huh,” he grinned sheepishly, feeling his wires pulse with arousal. “But I—I’m not gonna la-ha-aahhh, Spammy, if you keep—!” Spamton’s hands wrapped around his cock, smearing precum onto the shaft, and he took it into his mouth as deeply as he could, sucking relentlessly. Tenna’s hips hitched up minutely, whimpers of relief and wordless pleas spilling from his lips. Spamton’s deliciously hot mouth around him, the sight of his lips stretched around Tenna’s cock—the Boss Darkner knew he wasn’t going to last long. All those days of not being able to release the tension were bubbling up inside of him.
He tried to articulate some kind of warning to Spamton as he felt the tension begin to peak. Spamton hummed around him and squeezed his thigh, and then took him in even deeper, and that was it for Tenna. His screen fritzed with static and he huffed desperately, pressing his hands to it to stop himself from pushing Spamton’s head down harder on his pulsing cock. The sound of frantic, determined gulping quieted as the wave of his orgasm finally receded. He moaned with relief, his tense, shaking legs finally splaying open around the addison.
Spamton was panting, wiping at the drool on his chin, and Tenna’s gaze was drawn down to the sight of the addison’s weeping cock and shiny, damp thighs. He sat further upright, reaching out to caress Spamton’s cheek and hair. Spamton nearly purred, leaning into his touch. Tenna felt a shot of lust burn through him at the sight of Spamton’s hands running over his soft stomach, over the tiny swell there from swallowing down Tenna’s cum. Fuck.
And Tenna was still hard. He tugged Spamton gently into his arms, kissing him, stroking his hands over each part of his precious mailman, pressing a finger between his wet folds. Spamton groaned into his mouth and then pulled back, pupils blown wide.
“Wait—I want you inside—”
Tenna blinked, metaphorically speaking. He had been expecting to go down on Spamton in return, giving his partner his pleasure before the next round. He didn’t want to be selfish—he WAS selfish, he knew, but he liked to be generous in bed.
“Are you s—” His words were cut off by an insistent, bruising kiss. He felt dizzy.
“Now,” demanded Spamton, poking Tenna in the chest. “Fuck me into the bed. I want everything you have to give.”
Tenna’s antennae straightened and his cock twitched. Being ordered around by Spamton in bed made his brain go all funny. He would give Spamton anything that his heart desired when spoken to in that voice.
“Everything, huh? Want me to fill you up, Spamton?”
Spamton nodded, crawling off of him and positioning himself on the bed, his arms wrapped around a pillow and that tempting backside in the air, looking over his shoulder at Tenna. Tenna turned over, letting himself admire the view, kissing his way down Spamton’s back. Spamton whined impatiently as Tenna nipped teasingly at his shoulders, raising pixelated fluff in his wake.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he whispered, punctuating the request with a bite and soothing lick. Spamton huffed, and Tenna could feel him nearly trembling with need.
“I want… ohhh God, Tenna—! You—” Spamton’s annoyed tone was betrayed by the way he thrust back onto Tenna’s fingers as he slowly pushed them into that warm, soft hole. Spamton buried his face into the pillow, moaning. “You bastard,” he gasped out, his face red. “I just—inside, Tenna, p-please! I need it!”
“You want me to fill you until you feel like you’re gonna burst?” growled Tenna, positioning himself carefully, withdrawing his slick fingers. “Until you can’t possibly take anymore, but you want me to stay inside you anyways? Fill you to the brim?” Fuck, he was so hard.
“Ngghh…yes!” Spamton begged. Tenna took pity on him and grabbed one hip to steady himself, admiring the soft give of the flesh under his metal hand. That small, soft layer of fat on his hips and belly, the rolls that formed whenever he was bent over, like this. A contrast to his broad shoulders and sharp features, but no less masculine, and completely irresistible to Tenna.
The thought of how Spamton would look when he came inside him made Tenna shudder. He thrust in slowly, fighting the screaming urge to go harder, faster—he would not hurt his little mailman. Spamton’s cry of relief as Tenna filled him with his cock almost did Tenna in right then and there. Not yet. Not yet!
“Oh fuck—yes, I n-needed this,” sighed Spamton, lifting his head with a blissful expression. Tenna couldn’t help leaning down to kiss him. He gave Spamton a couple of light strokes and trailed his fingers over where he could feel himself through Spamton. “Ah-ahhhh, you feel so good, please, p-please move,” begged his partner against his lips.
“Mmm.” Tenna did so, thrusting lightly, building up. He bent over Spamton, caging the much smaller Darkner under his body, relishing the way Spamton jerked and gasped with each thrust.
“F—ahh—Spammy—” He could feel his tenuous grasp on control ebbing away. He wanted to pound Spamton into the mattress, flood him with cum, fill him so full he wouldn’t be able to stand up—
Spamton yelped suddenly under him, pressing his face in his arms as he clenched tight around Tenna and spurted onto the blanket beneath them. The incredibly tight pressure around Tenna felt amazing, forcing him to stay still, buried inside Spamton as the addison’s pussy rippled and squeezed around him. He stroked Spamton as his orgasm wound down, petting his side soothingly.
“G-guess I’m not the only one who’s ~pent up~” he couldn’t help cracking as Spamton’s red face turned redder in embarrassment. “Oh, come on, Spammy, you think that’s the only orgasm you’re going to have tonight? Don’t be embarrassed!”
“‘M not embarrassed,” grumbled the addison, pushing his unkempt hair out of the way. Stars, he was adorable, thought Tenna, smitten.
It didn’t take Tenna long to get his rhythm back, each moan and cry from Spamton spurring him on further until he was fucking Spamton into the bed, his claws dug deep into the sheets to steady himself, screen black and fangs clenched. He leaned down, biting and licking at what he could of Spamton’s back, adoring each sound he drew from his lover. His body vented steam as a hot coil wound deep in his guts, building and building.
He gripped onto Spamton’s hip, changing his angle just a bit to get in even deeper—Spamton bit down onto the pillow, muffling an ecstatic sob.
Oh fuck. Fuck fuck—
Tenna made some kind of undignified noise and shoved in as deeply as he could, the heat peaking and bursting out of him in long, hard pulses. His grip moved down to Spamton’s stomach as he could feel it slowly round out, swelling with the amount of cum Tenna filled him with. Each hard pulse inched it out just a bit further, a little bigger—it was unbelievably hot and Spamton’s pleading gasps and moans made it more so.
“F-f—fuck, Tens, it’s so muuuuuch…”
He tightened and pulsed around Tenna and Tenna couldn’t articulate anything coherent, steam hissing from the vents on his head. He rubbed Spamton’s tight, stuffed belly possessively as the addison moaned and thrust back into him. He realized, belatedly, that Spamton had come a second time around him, his cock nudging at a slowly growing underbelly. Tenna licked the sweat off of his lover as both of them came back down to reality.
Spamton whimpered, his small hand coming down to cover Tenna’s on his bloated stomach. “F-full…” he gasped. Tenna breathed heavily, cooling his systems down so he didn’t accidentally overheat. He was still hard; even two orgasms wasn’t enough to burn through the bottled up lust inside him. Spamton turned back to look at him, eyes wide.
“Are you still—?”
“Uff… yeah,” Tenna admitted. “But I can—” He started to pull out and Spamton tightened his grip on his hand.
“No!”
No? “Spammy, I don’t want to hurt—”
“You’re not gonna hurt me, now are you going to [filled with goodness] me or not?”
He wants more??
Spamton was pushing him. Pushing them both to their limits. The sight of his mailman, his Spamton, stuffed full of his cum, did things to Tenna and Spamton knew this perfectly well. Tenna’s antennae curled and twisted. His screen felt like it was on fire.
“In that case, I think I have one more ~encore performance~ in me,” he muttered, punctuating it with a light thrust. Spamton moaned, gripping his round belly.
“Oh fuck—!”
“You asked for this,” hissed Tenna, hips pumping. Spamton nodded helplessly, his upper body sagging onto the pillow. “Gonna... [^&*@$%@] make you so big..."
“YES, please, Tens, please, do it!” came the ecstatic cry. Tenna gritted his teeth, thrusting harder. He was getting a little sore, the ache only pushing him to go harder. He wanted to keep going until both of them were so sore and so worn out they couldn’t move. He let his claws dig lightly into his glowing lover, gripping those soft hips and plush backside that jiggled lightly with each thrust. Cradled and rubbed that swollen belly that was going to get even bigger, thanks to him—
“I—I—Cathode—fuck—I—” Spamton’s hoarse voice broke through his fantasizing.
“Y-yes?”
“I—ughnnnn—l-I love you, oh FUCK!” Spamton slammed back against him as he came again, and Tenna’s insides felt like they were going to melt from the confession. Or maybe from actual overheating. He couldn’t help it—he grew, just a bit, from sheer joy.
Spamton nearly shouted in surprise at the sudden stretch, his cunt now gripping Tenna’s cock so tightly he couldn’t move. The sight of Spamton stretched to his limit around him, so tight that nothing could leak out, the feeling of it all, pushed Tenna over the edge. He bent over the addison, kissing him messily as he came again. Spamton panted desperately against his mouth.
“I—can’t—it’stoomuch, too much—oh my God!” he rasped, tears leaking from his eyes as his distended stomach filled—practically ballooned—with Tenna’s release, the glowing, pixellating skin beginning to grow red as it his body struggled valiantly to contain it all. Tenna couldn’t look away from it as he filled Spamton more than he ever had before, the addison’s cunt twitching and fluttering weakly around him, the tightness near-unbearable. He cupped and rubbed Spamton’s swelling belly as the addison sobbed and begged him both for an end and to keep going—
Spamton mewled desperately as the apex of his gut pressed lightly into the cum-soaked blanket, so big he’d look pregnant with triplets if he’d been a Lightner. Each stream of cum Tenna forced into him bloating him even bigger as his belly stretched and strained around the massive amount of cum inside. He rubbed it with both hands, holding it gingerly as though he was trying to keep it intact. “F-FUCK, TENNA—!”
Tenna’s cock gave a final, defiant pulse and finally admitted defeat, and he groaned in exhaustion, slumping over Spamton. His circuits were scrambling, his screen showing static as his brain tried to reboot. Oh Angel, that had been so intense—
Spamton’s whimpers brought him back around. He looked down, taking in with guilt Spamton’s pained expression and teary eyes as the addison pressed both hands to his massive, reddened belly, rubbing gentle circles onto the sides of it. Had he gone too far? Sure, Spamton had asked him to but—
“I can hear what you’re about to say, you’d better not apologize,” whispered the addison raggedly, taking a somewhat truncated breath and looking up at him. “That was incredible.”
It had been. Tenna cleared his throat, mouth dry. “Are you sure? It looks… painful.”
“It [hurts so good,] Cathode. Don’t worry so much. Oh… shit. God, you’re a mutant or something, Tens… holy fuck.” Spamton stared down at his huge, cum-filled belly, so big it was resting on the covers. “I’m gonna… probably need help moving,” the addison mumbled, looking a little embarrassed.
Tenna nodded, sitting upright, focusing on getting his size a little bit smaller. Spamton whimpered in relief as the stretch in his cunt eased slightly. The tiniest drip of semen oozed from his stretched, abused hole, and Tenna sighed. He supposed he should actually pull out now—
“Wait.”
“You can’t possibly still want me in you?” Tenna’s cock was softening but not completely.
“I mean—just for a little while, ok? I… kinda like how it feels,” admitted Spamton, glancing back at him with something approaching shyness.
Tenna grinned, a giant red flower popping open on the tip of his nose. “You like being full of me, Spammy?”
“I’d like you to stop talking now.”
Tenna took no offense and plucked the flower. “As my ~darling~ starlight wishes.” As he predicted, the compliment made Spamton’s face burn. He carefully eased them both onto their sides, Spamton sighing in relief as the weight was taken off his spine. Tenna curled around him, pressing a kiss to his black hair. He reached out, rubbing his mailman’s gravid, round belly. He could almost pretend that it was filled with pipis, with their children, instead of just semen. But Spamton would laugh at that, so he kept the fantasy to himself.
“Spammy?”
“Hmm?” Spamton sounded exhausted but happy.
“I love you too.”
Please don’t ever leave me.