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Tenna let out a long sigh as he leaned back into the hot water. He rested his arms on the sides of the tub and tilted his head back on the edge, closing his metaphorical eyes in bliss. He peeked at the doorway into their bedroom to see Spamton pass by, humming to himself as he brought a basket of clothes into the closet on the opposite wall. He started to sort them when he caught Tenna's gaze. Tenna beckoned him over, and Spamton listened. He crossed the bedroom and stood by the edge of the tub, then leaned in to kiss Tenna's lips, but turned to walk away afterwards.
"Hold on," Tenna spoke up, clearly disappointed. "You think I poured this just for me? Get in here, Spammy."
"Tens, there's chores to do," Spamton rolled his eyes, but there was a smile on his face. "Besides, you should relax. You've really been working overtime these past few days."
"I am relaxing," Tenna argued, crossing his arms and huffing. "I would just prefer to relax with you."
"And that's the problem," Spamton poked Tenna's nose affectionately, then cupped his cheek and kissed him again. "I know for a fact, the moment I get into that tub, you'll be on me like a bee on honey."
Tenna chuckled at that, and he shrugged half-heartedly. "I don't see what's wrong with that."
Spamton took his hand back, then turned and exited the bathroom. He did stop in the doorway, just for a moment, before shaking his head and walking out of sight.
Tenna sulked. He slumped forward in the bath, his lip in a full pout. He made sure to sigh, loud and dramatic, as he leaned on the edge of the bathtub, gazing longingly in Spamton's directions. He sighed again, louder this time, and blew a sad raspberry. He splashed a hand in the water, traced circles, and sloshed it back and forth. He groaned and flopped backwards. "I'm bored!" he yelled out dramatically. "Spammy!"
Spamton reluctantly stuck his head back in, a slight frown on his face. "Yes, Tens?"
Tenna pointed at him, then pointed to his lap and clasped his hands together in a plea. "I promise, I won't do anything naughty, I just want to spend time with you," he whined.
Spamton thought for a moment, then his frown broke into a sappy smile. "Fine. But I know you're lying about that, so we're going to do things my way."
"Really?!" Tenna sat up so fast that water spilled over the edges of the tub, but he didn't seem to notice. "Oh, you're just the best, Spammy!" A flower bloomed from his nose as he clapped his hands together in glee.
Spamton blew him a kiss, then disappeared once again.
Tenna, reinvigorated, sat happily in the bath, humming and twiddling his thumbs patiently. He sank down until his chin was barely submerged, and he remained there for a few short minutes until Spamton returned. He was clad in only underwear by now, and he was holding a few items with a malicious grin on his face. "I remembered something just now," he started as he walked towards Tenna and placed the items on a small, circular table nearby. He dragged the table over to the side of the bath, and Tenna got a better look at the very familiar items.
He stared at them, then at Spamton, and his grin only widened. "Oh, so you're the one being naughty tonight," he said with a slightly nervous laugh. "I uhm. I suppose this is payback for when I edged you for ten minutes..?"
"Payback, and then some," Spamton said happily. "When I'm through with you, you'll be begging for mercy, cathode."
Tenna swallowed hard, and a bead of sweat dripped down his screen. He watched with bated breath as Spamton shimmied his underwear down his legs and tossed them to the side. He beckoned for Tenna's hands, and he slowly brought them out of the water and held them close in front of Spamton, a worried, wobbly smile on his face. Spamton tied Tenna's wrists together and put them above his head, holding them there for a second. "Is that comfortable?" he asked.
"My arms are gonna fall asleep like that, but I can manage," Tenna replied.
Spamton clicked his tongue and thought for a moment. "How about behind your back?"
"That would be better." He lifted himself forward and Spamton readjusted his wrists so they were tied behind his back instead. Tenna leaned against the wall and wiggled, then looked back up at Spamton. "Yeah, this works."
"Good boy," Spamton kissed his lips chastely, and Tenna whined into his mouth. His cock was growing hard and hot beneath the water, but Spamton continued to ignore it. He grinned as he grabbed a familiar cock ring and he brandished it in front of Tenna teasingly. "Know what this is?"
"Y-yeah," Tenna said slowly. "Look, Spammy, what I did was a lapse in judgement. You don't really have to uhh... pay me back?"
"Aw, don't be scared, Tenna! I'm not cruel," Spamton said with a laugh. "I'm just collecting what I'm owed." He reached into the water and grasped onto Tenna's cock firmly. Tenna yelped in surprise and wiggled his shoulders, trying to free himself for just a moment. "Relax, Tens. All you gotta do right now is relax. Let me take care of you." He pressed a kiss to his cheek, then slid the ring onto Tenna's cock. "Good?" Tenna moaned in response, but he nodded his head.
Once Tenna was somewhat settled, Spamton lifted himself into the bath and sat in his lap, facing him. He wrapped his arms around Tenna's shoulders and kissed him. His tongue ran along Tenna's teeth, and he bit down on his bottom lip, just to make him gasp. He grinned cheekily and ground his hips down, rutting his cock against Tenna's. Tenna groaned at the sensation and bucked upwards, but Spamton clicked his tongue. "Don't you move a muscle," he reprimanded, clasping a hand on the side of Tenna's face. "You don't get to dictate what happens right now. Okay? It's all by my discretion."
Tenna nodded weakly as he admired Spamton's face. His eyes were focused and confident, his grin subtle but powerful. He commanded respect, and Tenna couldn't help but give it. It wasn't often when Spamton took control, and while Tenna preferred being the one calling the shots, he couldn't stop himself from loving these rare scenarios. He, of course, trusted Spamton with everything. From little things like routine checks at the studio to maintenance on his body. He would gladly open himself wide just for Spamton, metaphorically and literally, but only for Spamton.
While Spamton got himself comfortable, Tenna relaxed. The ring on his cock made it throb, but he could get used to it. He readjusted himself as Spamton finally settled, a long sigh leaving his lips. His hands landed on Tenna's chest, and he ran his fingers along the indents of Tenna's panels. Thankfully, they were watertight, so no water would damage his inner systems. He teased a few spots, mainly Tenna's sensitive neck, and leaned in to bite it. Tenna inhaled shakily and struggled against the restraints, his cock now painfully hard, but there was nothing he could do about it. Spamton grinned against his neck. "What's wrong, Tens? Not used to being on the receiving end, huh?"
"No, love, it's great," Tenna's voice was strained as he moaned softly and thrust his hips upward, chasing any kind of friction. Spamton unapologetically ground his hips down, then reached down and grasped onto both of their cocks and started to pump. Tenna whined and tried to move, but Spamton's other hand held his chest firm against the wall, silently warning him. Tenna settled a little, but his face started to burn as heat pooled in his gut. "Spa-Spammy!"
"I know, big guy, it's so hard, so difficult," Spamton sneered as his pace quickened, and he pressed down harder on Tenna's chest. "Fucking terrible, isn't it? Agonizing, even!"
"It's not so bad yet," Tenna groaned with a forced smile, but it was wobbly at best. He clenched his jaw and leaned his head back, moaning as Spamton's hand tightened around their cocks. He released Tenna's suddenly, causing him to whine. "No! Please, keep going!" He pleaded, but Spamton clicked his tongue.
"You're always like this," he scoffed. "I swear, tonight, I'm going to break you."
Tenna shivered at that. "Tell me more, Spammy. Because anything you throw at me, I'll make it your problem."
Spamton exhaled roughly from his nose and turned his head. "And what if I just leave you here? Let the water cool down. Won't let you out. Oh, I'll be in the bedroom, pleasuring myself while you just listen. Won't be able to see. Won't be able to touch."
Tenna whimpered and struggled against the ropes again. But, he kept his resolve strong. "I'd find a way, Spammy. You know I would."
"How? What exactly would you do?"
Tenna chuckled at that. "The moment I hear your voice, oh, I would break these ropes, Spammy. You know how strong I am, you've seen it. How many times I've picked you up like you weigh nothing but a couple pounds. How I can move stage lights all by myself." He tried to steal a kiss, but Spamton put his fingers to his lips with a click of his tongue. Slightly deflated, Tenna leaned backwards and continued to talk. "Or, I'd change my size. Grow so large that they snap, or shrink so I can slip out. I have so many ways of getting to you."
"Really?" Spamton asked condescendingly.
"You have no idea what I would do for you," Tenna said softly, his tone changing from teasing to serious for just a moment. "What wouldn't I do for you? I would do anything. I would do everything."
"I know what you would do for me, Tens," Spamton cupped his cheek and kissed his lips. "But what would you do to me?"
"So many things," Tenna laughed breathily. "The moment I see you, I'd take you on your back, so I could see your beautiful face. Tell you how much I love you while I ruin you."
Spamton couldn't help but shiver at that. "And what if I wanted to be on top?"
"Oh, I'd let you, Spammy," Tenna moaned at the idea. His screen flickered for a second. "Let you ride me until you were satisfied. Hold you down by your hips as you squirm and bounce." His hands moved again, desperate to break free and grasp onto Spamton's waist, to stroke him, hold him, kiss him. Alas, he was stuck. "God, the things you make me do, Spammy!" He moaned again as his hips started to thrust upwards. "Fuck, I need to touch you, please, Spammy!"
"Nuh-uh, not yet, love," Spamton poked his nose affectionately and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, leaning in to steal a kiss. "Keep telling me about what you would do to me."
Tenna cursed under his breath again and whimpered, his cock aching for relief. "Well... if you were on your back, I'd stretch you so far, oh, you'd feel me in your stomach, Spammy. I'd press down on it and hear you whimper."
Spamton nodded, his face flushed a bright red. "What next?" he mumbled.
"Cup your face," Tenna grunted. "Kiss you, tell you how good you are, how well you take me, how perfect you are for me."
Spamton started to move, and he lifted his hips a few inches and positioned himself above Tenna's cock. He grasped it firmly and guided it to his asshole, watching as Tenna squirmed in desperation. "Keep talking, don't stop," Spamton breathed as he lowered himself onto Tenna's cock, slowly, agonizingly.
"M-maybe I'd grab your hair, yank you around, be real rough with you, just how you want me to be," Tenna's breathing quickened as Spamton fully sank down, and he threw his head back in pleasure.
"Fuck, Tenna!" he moaned, loud and unashamed.
"Maybe I'd pick you up, fuck you real nice against the wall, rock the whole house along with it," he tried to buck his hips, and Spamton allowed him to move. He rolled his hips in time with Tenna's thrusts, moaning along with him. "Oh, I'd bring you to the balcony, Spammy. Let the whole world know that you're mine."
"Y-yeah?" Spamton reached down and jerked himself off, his breathing becoming ragged as he chased that high. "Fuck!" His rhythm stuttered as his stomach coiled, and he braced himself on Tenna's shoulders.
"Spammy, please, oh please let me hold you," Tenna begged, his whole body trembling as Spamton aggressively ground down against him.
Spamton reached around Tenna's back and yanked the knot, letting the ropes come loose and undone. Tenna was on him in an instant, grabbing him by the waist with one hand, and cupped his face with the other. He kissed him hard and long, taking in his breath and giving him his own. Spamton moaned openly into Tenna's mouth, and as his hand sped up on his own cock, he came. He gasped and broke the kiss, but Tenna wouldn't let him go that easily. He held him down with both hands and pounded up into him, filled with nothing but love and adrenaline.
Tenna, as pressure built up in the base of his cock, was cruelly denied. He whined loudly as the sensation refused to settle, and Spamton let out a laugh. "I had forgotten," he said shakily as he lifted himself from Tenna's cock, then mercifully took the ring off. Tenna kissed him blindly, and Spamton reached down to jerk him off.
Tenna shook his head, however, as he grabbed Spamton by the hips again. "Please, let me cum inside you, I've waited so long, Spammy."
"Oh please," Spamton rolled his eyes and scoffed. "It was barely ten minutes."
"You just can't bear being mean to me, can you?" Tenna huffed a laugh as he hurriedly guided Spamton back onto his cock. Only after a few frenzied thrusts, Tenna came with a low groan.
Spamton slumped forward, mouthing at Tenna's neck, muttering words he couldn't quite hear. Tenna wrapped his arms around him, stroking his spine as he whispering soothingly into his ear. "So good, so good. You always make me feel so good, Spammy."
After a moment of silence, Spamton spoke up. "Can you do... all of the things you talked about? I can't stop thinking about it, Tens." He seemed bashful, almost embarrassed, as he hid his face in Tenna's neck, refusing to look him in the metaphorical eyes.
"I'll do anything you want me to, Spammy," Tenna kissed the side of his face over and over, soft and gentle. "But we should probably get out of the bath. It's a little nasty."
Spamton laughed. "Yeah. A little."
After the bath was drained, and he was relatively dried off, Spamton sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clutching the blankets nervously. Tenna was taking some extra time to dry himself off and make sure there was no water in his system, which Spamton appreciated, but the waiting made him so anxious. His cock was hard again, painfully so, but he refused to do anything about it, at least until Tenna returned.
His head jerked in the direction of the bathroom as soon as he heard Tenna's footsteps, and some of his anxiety faded. Just seeing his face made his heart skip a beat. Tenna smiled softly at him, then crossed the room. He cupped his face with one hand and kissed him gently, rocking him back and forth. His other hand trailed down his back, squeezing his ass and thighs, relishing Spamton's little moans as he did so.
"Good thing you're already stretched, I don't think I can hold myself back anymore," Tenna breathed as he slowly pushed Spamton onto his back.
"God, please don't," Spamton whined as he spread his legs, his hands fluttering between the blankets and Tenna's general direction.
Tenna exhaled shakily as his body overtook Spamton's. He towered above him, warm and gentle, but dominating at the same time. He captured his lips in a fervent kiss, his hand grasping onto Spamton's hair and yanking it, just to make him yelp. He bruised his neck with bites and hard sucks, then shifted Spamton's body so he could easily slide himself in. He bottomed out pretty quickly, then stopped to give Spamton time to adjust. "Good?"
"Yeah, we're good," Spamton clenched his eyes shut as Tenna began to move. He started off relatively slow, then braced himself and quickened his pace. Spamton's mouth dropped open in a moan, and Tenna's hand found his hair again. He stroked the side of his face, then wedged his fingers into his hair and tugged it, using it to brace himself. "Tenna!" Spamton started to wail as his body was being jerked this way and that. He scrambled to find purchase on anything, the blankets, the headboard, Tenna, but his hands fell short.
Tenna, however, was struggling to contain himself. Every single movement Spamton made was carefully watched, every single bead of sweat was noticed. Spamton was already a mess. His belly stretched and bulged with every thrust, his hands clenched so hard that his knuckles shaded white, and his voice. God, his voice was loud and angelic. Tenna ached to scoop him up into his arms, hold him tight as he fucked him, long and rough, way into the night. He couldn't ever be too close to him. He would never grow tired of his beautiful face, how red it got when they made love, how wide his mouth opened as he sang in pleasure and bliss. Tenna couldn't resist. He could never resist. "Good, you're so good, Spammy, such a good boy, taking me so well!"
Spamton cried as Tenna pushed down hard on his belly, making him squirm and writhe as he could feel every inch of his cock. He kept that pressure on as he sped up, bucking his hips at a speed he didn't think possible. Spamton clenched his jaw as he forced words out. "Tens- Tenna! Love you, oh fuck, I love you, don't fucking stop!"
Tenna groaned low in his throat as Spamton rambled nonsensical words, and he changed his speed once again. This time, however, he went slightly slower, but he shoved himself deeper inside. He brought his head down and yanked Spamton's up by his hair, then kissed him. Spamton moaned into his mouth, his tongue sliding against Tenna's. He reached his hands up and grasped the sides of Tenna's face, finally able to focus on something other than the pleasure. His nails dug into the back of Tenna's head, leaving small scratch marks that would need some paint to cover up.
"Spammy, I'm gonna- you're gonna make me-" Tenna cut himself off as he moaned. He thrusted a few more times, then came deep inside of Spamton. He wasted absolutely no time as he scooped Spamton up and crashed him against the wall, lining himself up once again. Spamton yelped as he was suddenly moved, and he wrapped his arms tight around Tenna's shoulders, holding on for dear life. Tenna held Spamton by the waist, and guided his legs to wrap around his torso. "Hang on tight, Spammy."
"Don't you f-fucking drop me," Spamton whined.
Tenna kissed his shoulder in response, then lowered Spamton down by a few inches. His cock slid in once again, and since the angle was a little awkward, Tenna took it slower. He focused more on holding Spamton up, because he knew he'd get an earful if he dropped him. "Still good?" Spamton couldn't manage anything other than a shaky hum of affirmation, and his hands tightened around Tenna's shoulders. "I need you to use your words, Spammy, speak to me."
"I-I ca- I can't," Spamton stammered. Small tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he took Tenna in deep, and the angle made him hit his prostate with every thrust. "Te-Tenna!"
"Of course, can't do anything but say my name as you take me," Tenna moaned at that. "Good, so good. Think you can take more? Of course you can, you're my good boy."
Spamton whined as Tenna's hand moved from his waist to his cock, and he started to jerk him in tandem with his thrusts. Spamton wailed as Tenna swiped his thumb along his sensitive head, gathering cum and using it to glide along his shaft. He twisted his fingers and stroked him gently, cooing in his ear delicate praises. "Look how perfect you are, how you make me act. Can't ever control myself around you. God, just being in the same room as you makes me act up. Spammy, I love you, love you so much that it hurts. Can't stand being away from you." He kissed Spamton roughly, jerking him a few more times before he came all along both of their stomachs. "Can't stop myself. Can't stop."
"Do-don't stop!" Spamton bucked his hips as his orgasm came to an end, and Tenna whisked him away from the wall. His chest heaved as Tenna carried him across the room, and he shoved the balcony doors open. Tenna bent Spamton over the railing belly-first and fell to his knees behind him, kissing the backs of his thighs and running his fingers along his hips. Spamton latched onto the railing and clenched his eyes shut, shivering at not only the change in temperature, but the sensation on his, very sensitive, skin as well.
"Need them to know, need them to hear," Tenna leaned forward and pressed his tongue into Spamton's asshole, instantly bombarded by the taste of his own cum. He ignored it, however, as Spamton began to sing.
"Tenna! God, fuck, Tenna!" He slammed his fist against the rail as he cried out into the night. "So fucking good! It feels- I can't- Keep going, don't stop!"
Tenna hummed into his ass, causing his legs to tremble. His knees shook as he struggled to keep himself upright. At least the railing was there to catch him if he fell to the ground. Tenna swirled his tongue, drawing sensual circles as he thrust it deeper, his hands grasping and caressing Spamton's unstable legs. He couldn't find a single care in his mind as he licked and sucked, all the while listening to Spamton's voice. "Tenna! Tenna, please!" He nearly came just at the sound of it.
Spamton pushed his ass backward as he leaned harder against the railing, now almost bent fully in half. Tenna happily fucked him harder and faster, chasing his release with a grin on his face. Spamton came along the railing, his chest heaving as he coughed and struggled to catch his breath. He peeked behind at Tenna, whose face was an absolute mess. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, then grabbed Spamton by the wrist and whisked him inside, the cold air beating back the adrenaline.
He quickly shut the balcony doors, then he was back on Spamton in an instant, pinning him to the floor with a barrage of kisses and gentle laughter. Spamton, still completely blissed out, laid there almost motionlessly. Two fingers grabbed onto Tenna's hand, and his eyes barely cracked open. Through heaving breaths, he spoke. "God, Tenna, that was... almost too much." He leaned his head back against the floor, then yelped as Tenna's hands were on him again. Sneaky fingers encircled his asshole, two of them slipping inside and thrusting slowly. Spamton moaned quietly at the intimacy, and he nodded his head vigorously. "I can... do a little more."
"Good, perfect, my amazing man," Tenna kissed him again and again, relishing his stammering moans as he fingered him. He took his time this round, making sure to pepper Spamton's burning red face with plenty of chaste kisses. "So good. Love you so much."
"Love you, love you, Tenna," Spamton answered, arching his back as Tenna split his fingers apart, stretching him even further. He added a third and pushed them deep, carefully reaching all of Spamton's sensitive spots. He knew his body like the back of his hand. Every single sensitivity was learned. Every noise was memorized. He would know Spamton's touch in a room full of strangers. Tears streamed from Spamton's cheeks as Tenna fucked him gently. He kissed them away, ignoring how much the sight made his cock ache.
Spamton's moans reached a higher octave, and while they were quieter than usual, Tenna knew exactly what they meant. Spamton clenched down on his fingers as he came one last time. Tenna retracted his hand and scooted a few inches back, taking in the moment.
Spamton was on his back, legs spread wide as cum dripped onto the carpet. Bite marks littered his neck, his lips were bruised and red. His cheeks were burning as sweat and tears dripped down his face. His hair was strewn all over the place, completely ruined from his usual slick-back style. His eyes were screwed shut as his chest heaved, unsteady and ragged.
Tenna's heart swelled as he quietly observed. He sat back on his heels as Spamton slowly recovered. He ached to grab and hold him close to his chest, but he decided to wait at least a little bit. Spamton's eyes cracked open and he beckoned Tenna close. He instantly dropped to the floor, wrapping his arms around Spamton and pulling him into a tight embrace. He kissed him chastely, almost as if he was afraid he would break him. Spamton's heart slowed its rapid pace as he breathed deeply. He latched onto Tenna's arm and kissed his shoulder. "That was..." he exhaled shakily. He tilted his head back as he moved Tenna's hand, shifting it to his cock. "God, I can keep going, I can..."
"Love, you're exhausted," Tenna laughed softly. He wrapped his hand around Spamton's cock, however, and jerked him off just as slowly as he had fingered him. "One more, then you rest, okay?"
"Y-yeah, yeah," Spamton grinded into Tenna's hand weakly, whimpering at the overwhelming sensation. His mind went blank as he came, rather quick compared to the previous rounds. He exhaled again, and Tenna's hand released him. "You gotta- What about you, Tens?"
"Don't worry about me, I've had plenty," Tenna reassured him with a kiss to his forehead. "You're my priority. Always have to make sure you feel good."
"Let me- Let me help you, Tens," Spamton reached both hands down, wrapping them around Tenna's still-hard cock. "I can do this much at least."
"If you insist," Tenna grunted as Spamton stroked him, his hands still shaking. He bucked his hips forward, chasing the heat pooling in his gut. He came with a low moan and settled back next to Spamton, sighing in relief. "Thank you, love."
Spamton smiled up at him and cupped the side of his face. "Love it when you take what you want. I can't get enough of you, Tens."
"Love you so much, Spammy," Tenna captured his lips in a kiss and curled his body around him, holding him close to his chest. He hummed a show-tune in Spamton's ear, feeling as he released the tension in his muscles and relaxed in his arms. Soon, Spamton's breaths evened out, and he was peacefully sleeping. Tenna stood and carried him the few feet to the bed, then settled in next to him. Then, he too fell into a restful sleep.