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It was an intense experience, a high so great Spamton was sure his code would break; fracture into a million different zeros and ones and scatter into junk data. That was why he tapped, fingers rattled urgently on the top of Tenna’s screen causing the larger to lift up in surprise, a gasp leaving his lips as Spamton was met with a heavenly sight. Tenna’s screen flushed a ray of soft colours, his tongue and lips wet with heavy desire. A hand flew to Spamton’s own lips to muffle his own desperate whine, and play it off by fixing his glasses and committing that godly sight to his memory banks. Something to haunt him later when he was in bed…
In bed with Tenna.
Where he always slept when he stayed in TV World, in bright red sheets with golden embroidery, the room dimly lit by stars and Tenna’s own screen beside him. He could drift off easy here, he was safe and closer to who he really wanted to be. His eyes fluttering shut, welcoming him into a land of peaceful dreaming, but that night he saw Tenna behind his eyelids, saw him drag his tongue over his lips and savour the taste of Spamton, his little fang catching his tongue. Heaven above, how could he ignore what they had done? How could he not desire more? The burning sensation in his hips still alight, feathered knees pressing together beneath the sheets.
Tenna wasn’t helping the sensations, his warm body pressed to Spamton’s back, arm lazily draped over him. He was still awake, Spamton knew the soft hum that emitted from him indicated that he was very much not asleep despite his dimmed screen. What was he thinking of? Did their actions plague his thoughts like they did Spamton’s? Did he also commit whatever sight he saw to his memory banks(did he have those)? It couldn’t have been a good sight, not like the one Spamton had. What could be appealing about his skewed glasses, frayed dyed hair and bitten lips? That’s without mentioning the other sight Tenna had; in between Spamton’s thighs–
Or maybe it was better than Spamton thought, considering the firmness he felt upon shuffling his hips and meeting Tenna’s. He parted his lips to apologize, the fire still burning at his core causing his body to move without his own input it seemed, but instead he was met with a soft whine from the CRT as he buried his screen further into Spamton’s shoulder.
“Spam, I…” He began, but quickly trailed off as that hand around Spamton trailed down. Skated over scars and stroked the soft feathers of Spamton’s stomach, settling on his lower abdomen where Tenna’s middle finger drew light circles in his white fur. His fingertips stroked those flames beneath Spamton’s flesh, turning his apologies into shuddering breaths.
He had been thinking about it too, hadn’t he? Their messy kissing in the back of the car that had led to more, to Spamton on his back on the leather seats, belt and trousers hurriedly undone and pushed aside, Tenna’s mouth trailing down the same way his hand had done just then until…
Tenna’s hand brushed lower and parted those tightly closed thighs, just wide enough so his hand could slip between and into the inviting heat. Clawed fingers traced the outlines of Spamton’s folds delicately, praising the space the CRT’s tongue had dragged over earlier as if it were holy grounds they were so grateful to walk upon. Grateful, but greedy and desperate to complete their pilgrimage to the place Tenna’s tongue had occupied before. Who was Spamton to disrupt his holy mission, when he too was so curious to see the outcome. Pushing past his fears of breaking and allowing temptation to take him, after all, could it really be so bad if it felt so heavenly?
Clawed fingers hooked into his flesh, parting slick folds curiously, fuzzy screen watching as Spamton shuddered violently. A whimper pulled from his lungs as he was exposed, hips twitching back into the firmness that was Tenna behind him. He was so hot, the bed was hot, the room was hot, it made Spamton dizzy with desire and a need for friction that he had never felt so strongly before.
Tenna was just as curious it seemed, teasing wet flesh back together only to part them again, drinking in each time Spamton gasped as his delicate flesh was exposed. The twitch of his furred hips against Tenna’s causing the older darker to grunt softly into his ear, if Spamton tilted his head he’d see fangs biting digging into lips, holding back sounds that he desperately wanted to hear. Maybe out of fear of losing control? Tenna seemed to indulge in teasing him, perhaps he didn’t wish this to end like their night in the back of the car, with Spamton urgently tapping out as it became too much.
Perhaps he wished to chase that high until the end? Explore what sets each other alight?
A sharp inhale cut off Spamton’s thoughts, his code shifting briefly as a finger slid between folds, gathering slick to press and caress against a spot that made Spamton whine. “You’re so wet,” Tenna murmured between the circular motions of his middle finger. Just a simple observation that made Spamton tense and whine, hips rocking back into the grounding heat that was Tenna’s body behind him.
“Ant,” was all he could plead as that devilish finger slid back through his sensitive folds, mapped them out just as his tongue had done previously before. Wet and glistening, Spamton heard Tenna’s tongue slide over his bitten bottom lip as if it craved to be where his hand was again, memorizing the motions of his finger for when it returned there. Smooth circles then back between the valley of his folds, only this time Tenna’s fingertip caught, pressed into Spamton’s wet heat further than before, only to pull back when met with the slight resistance.
That slight stretch was pure bliss to Spamton though, eyelids fluttered shut as a gentle moan escaped him. Tenna felt so big, a stupid observation because he was big, but Spamton wanted that. He wanted to feel just how big Tenna was, how big his finger tip was as it stretched him open and slid inside. They could join together, truly be something more together, and the thought only made Spamton slicker as Tenna’s finger slid back to tease that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Please,” Spamton begged, without a second thought of what he was reducing himself to. He could, he was safe here with Tenna. “Ant, please… Inside me.”
That controlled restraint seemed to falter at Spamton’s pleas, Tenna’s hips firmly stuttering against Spamton’s own as that finger ran one more circular lap around his clit and back into that sopping heat. The tip of finger caught once more, pressing firmer as the CRT’s monitor leaned closer into Spamton’s ear to murmur desperately; “here?”
Spamton could only nod, his bottom lip quivering as that slight stretch short circuited all words from his throat. The wetness coating Tenna’s fingertip softened the resistance he had felt before, the tip easing into that wet hole as Tenna’s index and ring finger stretched him open to take more. Spamton wanted big, and big he had gotten, eyes rolling back in his head as he took the girth of Tenna’s fingertip. He was sure he had just reached heaven, glitching as the seams of his coding as he took something inside of him for the first time. Silent prayers leaving his shivering lips as Tenna withdrew his finger back, only to then press deeper.
His finger got wider, Spamton somehow noted, with each drag out and then back into his pussy. Gathering more slick with each withdrawal, making the slide inside easier each time until he bottomed out on the joint of Tenna’s finger. He was so full, whole, his toes curling as the feeling of being so beautifully stretched coursed through every string of his coding. Tenna stayed through for a moment, relishing in the moment, watching as the smaller darkner shuddered and shook around him. Spamton could feel himself tense and squeeze, his slick inner walls fluttering around the intruding finger inside him, greedily not wanting to let him go. Tenna pulled back though, slid his finger out to the tip before pushing back in deep. His hips followed, something hot, wet and large rutting at his behind.
Oh Angel, it was so big.
Spamton felt its outline, bulbous and larger than the finger buried inside of him. For a second he craved it more, imagining how his mind would power down as being split open by Tenna’s cock as he sunk down on it until the tip kissed his cervix. Where Tenna’s finger currently sat, where it curled and stroked and tuned Spamton’s whines. What did he want again? Spamton wasn’t sure anymore. All that raced through his thoughts was the man holding him, the man playing him, the man loving him. Another hand took his jaw and twisted it so his lips could meet that man's, so he could meet Tenna in a desperate kiss and taste the lingering aftertaste of himself from earlier when those lips had been where Tenna’s hand was servicing him.
He murmured his name against those lips, with each firm clash of Tenna’s hips into his did Spamton chant his name. Chasing a high like he had before, but this time he wouldn’t tap out, this time he wanted to see that end and let Tenna fracture his code. It felt too good to let go of, that finger ebbing into him and sending wave after wave of intense euphoria through his body. He was close to something, it seemed they both were with how Tenna whined desperately with each drag of his hips. His cock pulsing between Spamton’s cheeks, the head butting against the soft feathers of his small tail. If they broke, they would break together. Just as they were in that moment together, connected and big. Spamton’s stretched walls squeezed around Tenna’s finger as he pressed in once more, so deep Spamton’s vision swam with stars.
“Ant I’m–” He broke, “coming!”
Everything snapped and tensed, Spamton’s whole body seeming to convulse as his mind silenced. Those velvet walls milked Tenna’s finger as if it had something to give him, something that instead was spilled over his tail and dripped down his furred behind. Tenna groaned his name over and over, with each shuddering pump of his hips, bringing Spamton back into reality as the warmth dissipated through his coding. His walls softened enough for Tenna to give a few more lazy pulses of his finger into Spamton, ensuring that high was felt through until the end, until his teeth gritted together and his knees shook harshly with over-stimulation.
That finger withdrew slowly, leaving Spamton’s pussy gaping and twitching, a thin sticky line of slick connecting them still as they laid there catching their breath. For a moment Spamton wondered what happened next? A sinking feeling ready to grasp at the edges of his being, but instead he was met with soft lips once more. Gentle and loving, sweet tasting, the firm hand that had been at his jaw earlier instead soothing through his hair and caressing his cheek.
“Mm, you’re amazing, Spammy.” Warm words that were murmured against his lips, and then into his fur as Tenna trailed those kisses down his neck and into his shoulder. Spamton found himself unable to reply, his body still shaking in the afterglow of his orgasm, but that was okay it seemed, Tenna always knew how to fill the silence. “You’re okay, I’ve got you. Shh.” He filled it with tenderness here, something reserved only for Spamton.
