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"Hey, Spammy?" Tenna called from the bedroom. Spamton poked his head in the door frame and saw Tenna standing in front of the mirror, his shirt unbuttoned, and his chest panel lying on the dresser beside him. His hands were shaking, and his screen was buffering. "I think I need some maintenance."
Spamton raised an eyebrow and walked over to him, taking a look inside his chest cavity. The wires were still zip-tied and color-sorted, but far in the back, Spamton could see some plugs that were coming loose. "Huh." He went over to the bedside table and grabbed a flashlight, then returned to Tenna and shined it inside. "Yeah, there's some mess in here." He grinned. "And this isn't just an excuse for me to rummage around inside you?"
"Whaaaaat?" Tenna waved his hands, clearly avoiding eye contact. "No! Of course not! Just routine maintenance!" He crossed his arms and huffed. "Nothing naughty going on here, whatsoever."
Spamton chuckled, then pointed to the bed. "Lay down, I'm gonna need a good angle if I want to fix this stuff."
Tenna was quick to comply, as he sat his happy ass down and tossed his shirt to the floor. Spamton rolled up his sleeves and sat himself on Tenna's lap, wiggling his hips just to get a rise out of him. Tenna's hands landed on his waist, holding onto him for support. Spamton leaned over his chest and shined the flashlight inside again, looking for the misplaced plugs. He reached a hand in carefully, then found one of the plugs and pushed it back into its place. Tenna let out a static-filled moan, his head pushing hard against the pillows.
Spamton couldn't help but grin. He set the flashlight down, then grabbed a bundle of wires, stroking them gently. "You know, if you want me to do this, you just need to ask. Don't need to make up problems for me to solve." He yanked hard, causing Tenna to cry out and arch his back, his screen flickering, his voice hitching.
"It's mo-more fun this wa-way," Tenna said, his grip tightening on Spamton's waist. "I wa-want to do something di-different this ti-time, though." He dipped his fingers below the hem of Spamton's pants, urging him to strip. "Wa-want to fuck you du-during."
Spamton blinked. Then, a rush of adrenaline washed over him as he remembered exactly what Tenna felt like the last time they did maintenance. He could still feel the electric shocks throughout his body. He shoved himself off Tenna's lap, hurriedly stripping himself bare, as Tenna struggled to do the same. He was at an awkward angle, and still wide open, so Spamton helped him shimmy his pants off with a soft laugh.
As soon as they were both bare, Spamton hopped onto his lap again, grinding down with a surge of confidence. He grabbed the lube from their top drawer, then his gaze shifted to Tenna. "Do you want to stretch me, or should I?"
"Let me wa-watch." Tenna rubbed gentle circles on Spamton's hips with his thumbs, then tightened his grip, digging his nails into his skin.
Spamton, his face flushing suddenly, nodded and turned his head away. His hands trembled for just a moment as he poured some lube onto his fingers. But, he shook away the embarrassment, and reached around to his asshole, his face scrunching up as he slid two fingers in. Tenna watched him closely, his breath hitching as Spamton's mouth dropped open in a moan. He stretched himself rather quickly, clearly eager for Tenna to split him open. He rushed to add a third and fourth finger, scissoring them apart as his head fell forward, moaning.
Tenna watched with bated breath, his hands wanting to grasp onto him, but hesitating. He would wait. He would be patient, and he would wait.
It didn't take too much longer before Spamton drew his hand away, and he looked to Tenna, a wide grin on his face. "Are you ready for this, big guy?"
Tenna couldn't help but vibrate with excitement. His inner systems whirred as Spamton's hands dove into his wires once again. He never realized just how much noise Tenna's body made, probably because it was muffled by the panels. He focused on the sounds, then grabbed a handful of wires. Spamton braced himself on Tenna's chest, then raised his ass and slowly lowered himself onto his cock, one inch at a time. He clenched his eyes shut and moaned, and Tenna finally let himself grasp onto Spamton.
Tenna's hands found their rightful place on Spamton's hips, guiding him, supporting him. "Easy does it," he managed through breathy moans. Once Spamton was settled, Tenna studied his face. He was blushing bright red, his eyes were squinted, his body was trembling. "God, you look beautiful."
Spamton leaned down and captured Tenna's lips in a kiss, moaning into it as he bucked his hips upwards, thrusting into him just a few times. He didn't want him to cum too early. They were just getting started. Spamton exhaled, then steadied himself and fisted a handful of wires. He yanked it upwards, relishing the staticky shriek that escaped Tenna's lips. His back arched instantly, his nails digging into Spamton's skin, breaking it, and drawing blood. Spamton winced at the sensation, but the pain on his face gave way for a smile. "I've barely done anything to you, and you're already so far gone." He wrapped the wires around his hand and pulled again, one after the other.
Tenna's body was jerking in all directions. His hips thrust upwards as Spamton grinded down, trying to force him to stay still. He couldn't, however. He was too small to control Tenna's body, but he found he loved it that way. Tenna could easily flip him on his back and fuck him senseless. Spamton shivered at the idea.
Tenna's hands never once moved from Spamton's waist. He squeezed him tight, his thumbs meeting in the middle of his belly, feeling the head of his cock through the skin. He had just enough control of himself to press down hard on the center of his belly, making Spamton moan low in his throat. Spamton bounced a few times, letting Tenna's cock slip a few inches out of his asshole before he slammed back down. He rocked back and forth, drawing circles, relishing every moment where Tenna's grip on him tightened, his nails piercing into him again and again.
Spamton dug both hands into Tenna's chest, finding and pulling wires from their set places, unplugging and yanking cords, just to plug them back in and feel the electric shock through his body. Spamton's finger grazed Tenna's heart box, causing him to let out a small whimper, a drastic change from the previous shrieks and moans. Spamton paused for a second, then ignored the box and reached deeper into Tenna's chest cavity. He grinned as he caught sight of Tenna's spine, and he curled his hand around it, stroking it softly.
Tenna's back arched again as his moans breached an octave, and his hips bucked upwards desperately. "Spam, Spammy, Spammy, please!" He groaned as Spamton continued to simply tease him, his fingers ghosting along the length of his spine, running up and down, but never fully grasping.
"You want it so bad," Spamton grinned as he kissed Tenna's cheek. His screen was flickering, buffering, shifting from static to normal, to no signal. Spamton ceased the assault on his spine, and Tenna let out a long and pathetic whine. "Never heard that one before!"
Tenna threw his head back, mumbling words that Spamton could barely hear. He couldn't see his face. It was completely replaced with static, red, and hot to the touch. Spamton bounced on Tenna's cock once again, just to make his screen glitch out even more. "Sp-Spa-am-mm-my-" He was cut off by an aggressive wave of static rushing over his body. His hands froze as his fingers locked up, his hips fluttered, his chest heaved.
Spamton sighed. "I suppose I'll give you what you want." His hands rifled through Tenna's wires, yanking them every which way as they wormed through, finding and grasping Tenna's spine once again. He captured Tenna's lips in a kiss as he wiggled his hips, absorbing every moan and whimper that escaped his mouth. He stroked his spine slowly at first, taking in every little detail of every nook and cranny. Tenna, due to the gentleness of his touch, slowly regained control of his body. His screen flickered back to mostly normal, with a few scattered glitches every once in a while. Spamton cooed in his ear, coaxing him back to reality. "There we go. Almost there, Tens. Almost there."
"You're su-uch an ass, Spa-ammy," Tenna whined, his voice straining, still unstable and glitching.
"I'd rather see your face than a no signal screen when you cum," Spamton shrugged with a grin.
Tenna turned his head to the side, his fingers clenching against Spamton's skin. "I-I can't-"
"Shh, I know," Spamton hushed him. His pace sped up along his spine, and one of his hands wrapped around a few wires, yanking them out of their plugs. Tenna yelped and squirmed under him, chest heaving, screen flickering. "I want to pay you back for all the times you've pulled this shit with me."
"Do-don't pret-tend you don-don't love i-it," Tenna tried to be suave, but the gasping moan that came right after his words shattered any confidence he had. He let himself loose, moaning and whimpering as Spamton relentlessly teased him. He wouldn't fully touch his spine, and the yanks on his wires kept him on his toes.
"I do, I do," Spamton nodded. "But you, Tens. Do you love it?" He pulled a bundle of wires particularly harshly, causing Tenna to shriek in surprise. "Don't you fucking love it?" He pulled again and again, harder and faster each time, his hands speeding up the strokes on his spine, his hips bouncing up higher, slamming down harder.
Tenna wailed at the sudden barrage of pleasure, his voice going so high that Spamton could barely hear it besides a shrill ringing sound. His nails dug so far into Spamton's skin, drawing enough blood to coat his fingertips. Spamton cried out in pain, a few tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He ground his hips and yanked one last time.
The lights flickered.
Spamton thought he'd imagined it, but they kept flickering. He paused for a moment, then it hit him. A wave of electricity shot up his body, from his toes to his fingertips. He arched his back as a guttural scream was ripped from his throat. It was like every nerve was on fire, like lightning was pulsing through his veins. He couldn't feel anything except for the torrent of pleasure. He didn't know when he came, but it had hit him like a truck.
His body started to shake as the pleasure passed through him, and he was left curled up on Tenna's belly. He slowly brought his hands out of Tenna's chest, twitching, and slightly burnt. He winced at the pain, then turned his attention to Tenna's face.
Tenna's screen was completely black, and there was a faint humming sound coming from him. Spamton pulled himself off Tenna's cock, then inched his way up his torso. He patted Tenna's face, slightly worried. "Tenna?"
Tenna came to, his screen turning on, but very dim. He brought a hand to his head, groaning. "Spammy?" He cupped Spamton's face, his gaze shifting from the burn marks on his hands to the hair standing on end on top of his head. He went pale. "Spamton! Are you okay?!"
Spamton heaved a relieved breath, then kissed Tenna's cheek. "Never fucking better, Tens."
"Did I-? Oh God, what the hell did I do?!" He wrapped his arms around Spamton's body and hugged him close, shoving his face into the crook of his neck. He tried to hide it, but he was crying softly. "I hurt you, oh God, I hurt you." Tenna shrank down by a foot.
"Tens-"
"We're never doing that again, I'm never hurting you again!" He was the same size as Spamton by now, his grip tightening.
"Tenna-"
"I never should have suggested this, I'm so stupid!" He was smaller than Spamton, about half the size of him. He curled into a tiny ball, his shoulders wracked with sobs.
"Tenna!" Spamton shouted suddenly, grabbing both sides of his head and forcing eye contact. "I. Am. Okay."
Tenna shook his head. He turned his gaze away. He couldn't bear the sight of the burns on Spamton's hands. They only made him cry harder.
"Tenna, love, look at me. Please," Spamton wiped the tears from his face and pressed their foreheads together. "I loved it."
"No, you're hurt," Tenna choked out, sniffling and shaking.
"It's a good kind," Spamton chuckled, kissing his face over and over. "It's a good hurt. I loved it." Tenna couldn't respond. "Did you love it?" He hunched forward, still trying to hide his face. "Did you feel good, Tenna?"
"I-I did," he admitted quietly. He pursed his lips together. "I felt... incredible."
"So did I," Spamton said, bringing a smile back to his face. "Just like the last time I did maintenance on you. I felt good." Tenna grew a little bit, by about a foot. He steadying himself, wiping his face, focusing on his breathing. Spamton guided him through it. "In for four, out for four. That's it. That's it."
Tenna followed his directions, and slowly but surely, he returned to his normal height. He couldn't help but bring Spamton close, whispering words of relief into the top of his head.
"Tenna," Spamton spoke up. "You don't ever have to worry about hurting me."
"But I do," Tenna protested. "My body is so dangerous. I-I could..." he trailed off, and a shudder ran through his body. He couldn't even think about what could go wrong. "I always forget until the moment it's too late."
Spamton sighed. "Maybe, if it causes you this much grief, we shouldn't do it like this." Tenna made a sad noise, and his head drooped forward. "I know, you feel so good, and I love that you trust me like this."
"No, no, I really like it," Tenna said. "I just need to not get so glooby afterwards."
"Tenna," Spamton said again, slower, more drawn out, like he was chastising him. "It's self-destructive." Tenna paused, then nodded sadly. "We can take a break from it for a while, okay? Try some other things that make you feel incredible?" Tenna nodded again. "Then, once we're more confident, and you aren't so worried about hurting me, we can come back to this. Does that sound good?"
Tenna exhaled a deep breath. "Yeah. That sounds good."
"Good boy." Spamton brought his face up and kissed him, their lips slotting together like puzzle pieces, perfect and passionate. Tenna's hands found Spamton's waist, holding him gently, rocking him back and forth. Spamton winced, and Tenna dropped his hands instantly. "No, no, it's fine," he mumbled against his lips. "We'll deal with it once we're both okay." Tenna let his hands return, fingers barely ghosting against his bloodied and bruised skin. "We're okay."
"We're okay," Tenna repeated, bowing his head. "I'm sorry for always getting so... weird after maintenance."
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, Tens." Spamton kissed him again. "You always say this is why we talk about things."
"Yeah." Tenna relaxed. He let himself fall into Spamton's arms, pressing his face into his lap. "I love you, Spammy."
"I love you, Tenna."