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Spamton paced around the office trailer. There was no meeting called, nor was he expecting anyone, but it was the only place where he knew he could be alone with his thoughts.
Tenna had been very, very busy for a couple of days due to finalizing work contracts with all of the Darkners he had recruited to the crew, since apparently he'd been paying them under the table since they started.
Not only was Spamton somewhat annoyed by that and worried that he'd have to deal with some weird legal repercussions, but on top of that, he'd had an overwhelming urge to do things to Tenna that he couldn't do because whenever the work day was over, Tenna would be too exhausted from the energy it took to deal with all the Shadowguys and Pippins.
He sighed and sat down at one of the chairs and absentmindedly scratched his lower stomach. After a couple moments he pressed down on the area he had just scratched and noticed how... Stiff it was?
Weird.
Was this what it was like to be properly pent up when he had a penis and a desire to specifically fuck his partner?
Tenna was right, this DID suck.
Spamton groaned as he leaned back in the chair and rested his feet on the table.
At the very least... Today was the last work contract day.
If he was lucky, maybe Tenna wouldn't be so tired. If he was, though... Then whatever, Spamton would just have to deal with it.
He couldn't help but hope, though. It took everything in his power to not imagine what he'd be doing to Tenna if he were in the trailer with him right now.
He needed some air.
Spamton left the trailer and stepped onto the ground outside. His feet crunched under the short layer of snow.
He always considered getting snowshoes or something for his feet so that he wouldn't have to walk with his bare hooves on the cold-ass ground, but he didn't want to bother. He was getting used to it, anyway.
He walked over to the office trailer and peeked in through a window. It looked like Tenna was signing off on the last deal.
His eyes widened in excitement and he could feel himself squirm a little, but he kept his composure and leaned against the trailer wall and took out a cigarette to smoke. As soon as he heard the trailer door open, he relaxed his pose. Eventually, Tenna walked out and noticed him.
"Hey there, Mr. Spamton!"
A Pippins walked out next to Tenna and squinted at the pair with their one open eye. Tenna shoo-ed them away and they scampered off.
Spamton turned nonchalantly and blew out smoke to the side as he took his cigarette out of his mouth. Once the Pippins was out of earshot, he walked up close to Tenna.
"Oh. Hey, Ant. Didn't see ya there. On account of havin' my back turned n' all."
"Sureee you didn't..."
"That your last work contract, there?"
"Yup! Should be all when it comes to that."
"Cool, cool..."
Spamton grabbed the end of Tenna's tie and fiddled around with it.
"So that means you're... free, right?"
Tenna chuckled, then pulled his tie away from Spamton.
"No, actually. I have to prepare for our OFFICIAL inauguration party! As the Big Shot TV Crew. Now that we're more legal."
"... Ah."
Spamton felt the tension in his abdomen travel all the way up to his shoulders, making him feel stiff.
"What that does that, uh, entail, exactly?"
"Well, first off... Gotta have some of that CLASSIC Dreemurr cuisine on display! I'm going to the kitchen trailer to make like, three batches of Toriel's favorite cookie recipe. Or, y'know, as close as I can replicate it. You can come watch if you want."
"Uh. Yeah, okay, sure. I like watchin' ya cook."
"Baking, Spamton."
"Same shit."
"It's NOT."
The two made their way to the kitchen trailer, which was much bigger than most of the other ones as it also served as a break room/dining hall. Spamton tossed his cigarette in the snow and smushed it as they entered. Tenna made his way to the kitchen area and started getting out all the utensils and bowls he needed. Spamton grabbed a seat, turned it away from the kitchen and sat facing where Tenna was.
Spamton placed his elbows on the table and rested his face in his hands.
He raised an eyebrow as Tenna took off his overcoat and rolled up his sleeves. The TV bent down and took what looked like a piece of cloth out from under the sink. As he unraveled it, it became apparent that it was an apron. Spamton chuckled.
"An apron? Really? What are ya, a housewife?"
"Hey, aprons are an important part of getting into the mindset for baking! Besides, this one is cute and I think you should listen to what's written on it."
Tenna displayed the front of the apron to Spamton. It was a hibiscus-colored fabric with purple frills and light pink stitching in the middle that proudly read "KISS YOUR TV," the sight of which made Spamton snicker.
"Alright, yeah, that's cute."
Tenna walked over to where Spamton was sitting and inched his screen up close to his partner. Spamton looked up, blushing.
Tenna just smiled, "Come on, kiss your TV, Spam~!"
"... Well, pucker up."
Tenna puckered up his lips and they met with a soft kiss from Spamton's own lips. At first it was just a peck, but then Spamton went back in, hungry for more.
Spamton's hands ran over the space between Tenna's casing and screen, exploring the groove with his fingers. It was going well, but when he licked Tenna's lips as a request to enter his mouth, Tenna pulled away. Spamton made a sound of confusion as he looked up at Tenna with puppy eyes. Tenna was tying on his apron.
"Now, now, Spam, don't try to distract me with your charming wiles... I have stuff to do~!"
Tenna turned away and Spamton got pouty. He ALSO had stuff to do. TV stuff. Stuff TV. He turned his chair more to the side and crossed his legs so as to try to get himself to calm down slightly.
He watched as Tenna diligently measured out ingredients and moved from bowl to bowl. He was doing pretty good.
Well, there were occasionally cooking segments during shows that the crew would put on, so it probably shouldn't have been too surprising that he was that good.
Soon enough, though, Spamton's gaze shifted from Tenna's general actions to his Ass .
Spamton huffed quietly as he squeezed his thighs together.
He needed that CRT so bad.
"What's the ETA on the baking, you think...?"
"Hm... Well, dough's almost done... I'm gonna be making three batches... About an hour?"
Fuck.
That was too long.
Spamton felt his dick squirm, neglected.
He tried to think of something unsexy and squeezed his eyes shut.
Low sales, no views, his old body...
But when he opened his eyes and Tenna was just... STANDING there... He whined quietly to himself before getting up out of his chair and walking toward his partner.
He exchanged a quick glance with him. Tenna smiled at him for a brief moment before turning his attention back to what he was doing.
Just that one brief moment mesmerized Spamton. Basking in his partner's cathode glow for even just an instant made his heart flutter. He wrapped his arms around Tenna waist and hugged him tenderly, snuggling his face into his partner's back.
"Ant, you're so beautiful."
"Thank you, Spam. You're sweet. Like these cookies."
"Love you, Ant... Love you, love you, love you..."
Tenna's face flushed as he brought a free hand to Spamton's face and caressed his cheek for a moment.
"I love you too, my precious parcel."
"Mmh, can I be real honest with you and say something, Ant?"
"Is it family friendly?"
Spamton felt his face flush as he unburied it from Tenna's back and rested it against the side of his waist.
"N- no."
"Hm... I'll be willing to hear you out if you behave until I get the dough in the oven..."
"I can do that."
"Alright, then. What's on your mind?"
Spamton sighed and trailed his hands over Tenna's stomach. The apron and shirt formed a textile barrier between Spamton's digits and Tenna's exoskeleton. Spamton pressed down lightly for any traces of Tenna's stomach panels.
"You. You've been on my mind all day... For a couple days. Since you fucked me silly for the first time... I know you've been busy, but..."
Spamton removed his hands from Tenna's stomach and peeked them under the apron, under the shirt, feeling the rubber panels. He could feel Tenna heating up under him.
"I wanna be inside you so bad. Make you feel good... Fuck you as tenderly and deeply as I can..."
"Oh, goodness..."
"Mmmh, I've been patient, Ant... I know you've been tired from work the past few days... And- and I get it, y'know, totally, but... Oh, you hunk of metal..."
Spamton absentmindedly pressed his whole body against Tenna's back, which rendered the TV very aware of the squirming mass stuck in Spamton's pants. Tenna's head whirred loudly as he puffed out a small amount of steam.
"Well... Good news for you."
"Hm?"
Tenna backed up, pushing Spamton back a little bit. He was carrying a tray.
"Just gotta put this tray in... Then we have some time in between batches."
"... For real?"
"For real."
Tenna flicked an antenna toward Spamton. It was the closest thing to winking that he could do. He opened the oven, which had been preheated, then slid the tray of cookies in. After he closed the oven door and shuffled back to the counter, Spamton trapped him where he was standing by placing a hand on either side of him. He pressed his crotch against Tenna's thigh and whimpered.
"Fuck, I need you... How much time do we have for this batch?"
"Fifteen minutes~!"
"Plenty of time. Turn around."
Spamton's hand grabbed Tenna's waist and gently guided his body to turn around and face the counter. Tenna's hands rested on the counter as his antennae vibrated with excitement. He let a spot of drool drip out of his mouth, perhaps implying that he was doing much more than just going along with whatever Spamton wanted.
"Golly, right here on the counter? That's bold of you, Spam..."
"All I need... Is a surface to fuck you on."
Spamton peeled down Tenna's pants and boxers until he got a good amount off. Enough to fit his hand through to Tenna's entrance. He was trying to be as time-efficient as possible, he couldn't think about how messy things would be. It didn't matter right now.
His finger ran along Tenna's silicone folds, then long his actual entrance, which was positively dripping. Spamton couldn't help but chuckled as his dick quivered, crying for release.
"Ohh, you naughty, naughty TV... You were playing coy this whole time, weren't ya? You're so wet... You know exactly what you were doing there..."
"Heehee, maybeeee~!"
"Hehehaehahehaeah... I'm gonna fuck you so, so good..."
Spamton planted a bunch of kisses on the bottom of Tenna's back, around the area at the end of his spine where his A/V cables ended as he peeled his own pants off and inserted his hand into Tenna's cunt. He could feel Tenna tighten around him as he whimpered and bent down more onto the counter.
"Hahh... Oh, my sweet courier..."
Spamton buried his face into Tenna's back, kissing it more and more, but the angle was mostly to allow for his hand to reach deeper in and curl his fingers against Tenna's walls. Tenna whined at every touch. Meanwhile, he had freed his cock from the confines of his own pants and was forcefully pulling on it, attempting to pre-stretch it for Tenna's enjoyment.
"I'm gonna leave you begging for more after we're done... You'll be BEGGING for me every moment after we're done and you won't know peace until we do this again."
Spamton could feel Tenna react from within as he whimpered in reaction to his words.
The TV mumbled, "Such a way with words..."
As Spamton's hand slid out of Tenna, leaving him alone without any stimulation, Spamton realized that the angle at which they were situated, on top of their heights wasn't entirely conducive to what he had in mind, but that was okay. He had an idea.
Using both his hands, he grabbed onto Tenna's shirt, pulled himself up on top of him and leaned his torso against Tenna's back. His dick was situated right in between Tenna's ass and the lowest point of this pussy's entrance. The tentacle squirmed around, searching for the hole it so craved and when the tip dipped lightly inside, Spamton and Tenna shuddered in tandem.
Spamton wrapped his hands around Tenna's torso as best as he could and cuddled him as closely as he could.
"Gonna put it in, okay?"
"Please... Please do."
Spamton nodded against Tenna's back and fully pressed the tip of his penis inside. The angle didn't allow for his entire length to fit in, but he knew that given enough time, he'd be filling Tenna to the brim. Still, his time was limited, so he sped it along as much as he could by humping whatever wasn't inside of Tenna against him and stretching it manually as much as he could.
Soon enough, he felt more and more of Tenna surrounding his cock and as he did, the growth came easier and easier. The more friction there was against him, the more he'd fill him, which meant even MORE friction.
Eventually, Tenna had his screen pressed flat on the counter, moaning as Spamton filled him.
This felt ESPECIALLY good... Spamton's patience had been paying off. He scarcely noticed that anything was off as a strange, foreign pressure began to push its way from within him, through his cock, into Tenna.
Of course, he noticed the pressure itself, but he was so blissed out, thrusting into Tenna and drinking in his moans that he could barely process it.
He squeezed himself against Tenna as more of this pressure built up within him and slid through his cock, one after the other... It felt good, but more importantly, Tenna seemed to think it felt good, which was even more important to Spamton.
Eventually, though, as soon as the initial pressure made it to Spamton's tip, nestled in the deepest parts of Tenna's pussy, it wasn't easily ignorable anymore. Something stretched open the tip of Spamton's slit and was pushing its way through.
"HHHHOLY SHIT..."
Tenna could feel something was off, but he could barely get a word out as he felt something push past what should have been the end of the inside of his pussy. It didn't HURT, necessarily, but it caused him to flinch and wince. As it lingered, Tenna whimpered. Though he was confused, the pressure felt... Good.
"WWWHAT IS THAT???"
Spamton tried thinking, but he couldn't form a coherent thought as his senses were overwhelmed. When he finally opened his mouth to try and say something, the pressure finally pushed its way out of the tip fully, sliding its way into Tenna, followed by a short splash of hot cum. Tenna felt a bit sore as whatever that was pushed past his threshold, but Spamton splurting on it made it much more manageable.
As Spamton realized that more of this pressure was traveling up his cock he anchored himself onto Tenna's body even tighter. The part where it pushed itself out of his tip was like being absurdly edged, but with an actual payoff. Then he realized that he should probably ask Tenna how this was making him feel. As the bits of pressure pushed past Tenna's walls, Spamton could feel him clench TIGHTLY around him as he gushed all over Spamton's dick, as well as a sudden pop near Tenna's face. He figured that meant he liked it, whatever it was, but he still wanted to make sure. He got Tenna's attention by tapping on his chestplate and as the TV turned to face him, he could see the flower on his nose.
"You- you like that, huh?"
"Mmmh- far from hating it... Wh- what IS that...?"
"No idea... It's weird as fuck."
Spamton thrusted in deeper as he finished the sentence, causing Tenna to shiver.
"But I'll keep making you cum 'til I can't go anymore. Or until our 15 minutes are up."
Tenna giggled through his arousal, then moaned as he felt that pressure again, pushing against him.
It went through much easier this time. Tenna cumming had loosened him up a little and the initial pressure seemed to have prepared Spamton for the rest.
Soon enough, Tenna counted that about seven of these strange occurrences had pushed through him... Until Spamton had what appeared to be his final orgasm, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into Tenna... Before he went limp on Tenna's back, panting raggedly.
"Hahh... Fuck... Oh, god, that was good... Angel's light..."
Tenna caught his breath and turned his head enough to see Spamton somewhat. He definitely looked winded, but very cute nonetheless.
Tenna sighed, grabbed the Addison from his back so he could stand up straight without throwing him to the floor and brought their faces together so they could lazily and sloppily kiss.
"Only you could do so well with me in fifteen minutes, Spam. Thank you."
"Hey... Thank YOU for putting up with that shit..."
"Haha... Alright, well, I gotta go pull out the cookies... Can you walk?"
"Yeah... Yeah, I'm good to walk."
Spamton straighted himself as Tenna put him down. His balance felt slightly different from before.
He felt... Lighter.
He waited until his dick was fully back to its unaroused size before tucking it back into his underwear and pants and making himself look half-decent.
"Anything I should clean? Was more workin' for time, not for neatness..."
"Nothing on the floor or anything... Though..."
After Tenna put on oven mitts, he moved his apron to the side for Spamton to see. He had soaked through his pants just a bit. Just a little.
"It's a little uncomfortable."
"Oh, I can DEFINITELY clean that up for ya... Most definitely."
Spamton stuck his tongue out and licked his lips. Tenna found it funny and giggled.
"Good, good."
He pulled the cookies out and put the tray on the stovetop. As he closed the oven door, Spamton stepped forward and sniffed the pastries.
"Wow. Very sweet fragrance. Those are gonna be a blast at the inauguration."
"Thank you! I'm sure they will be! But... For now... Before we impose too much of a time limit..."
Tenna rested his back against the counter and lifted his apron again.
"Come clean up this mess, why don't you?"
Beyond all belief, Spamton could feel his cock twitch a little. He approached Tenna and smiled.
"You're the boss, Ant."