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Shaky and rattled breaths rushed out against Tenna’s screen. Wings had drooped forward to rest gently on either of his shoulders. The creak of metallic joints echoed off the walls as their owner swayed from side to side. Holding Spamton’s face had proven effective at calming him when another fit of tremors had wracked his frame. It was like he had been running on pure adrenaline and only Tenna’s touch was winding him in. Bringing him back down as one would a kite from a thunder storm.
This form was one he was still getting used to. Massive feathered pink and purple wings that seemed to almost glow under the dim light, an armored body, a somewhat lanky robotic neck that gave him a vulture like movement to his head, clawed hands, and pink and yellow glasses that often hid his eyes. Under all the changes though, it was still him. That simple fact emphasized by him leaning his face against one of Tenna’s hands and nuzzling into it. The sensation caused the television to feel a small swoop of excitement. There was always something exhilarating about seeing him be soft. Their reunion had nearly ended with him trying to claw into him before he had broken down after all.
“DON’T GET [funny video ideas] NOW” Spamton huffed, though he did not pull away in the slightest. Tenna had to try his best to hold back a chuckle. He seemed so reticent. So unsure about expressing any sort of affection towards him and yet he also seemed unable to shy away from it. Like he had been just as lonely the entire time they had been apart.
“Ideas? No not getting any of those at all” He replied, perhaps too cheerfully. He watched the other’s upper lip curl down into as much of a pout as the puppet grin would allow. Rather than wait for another short tempered comment, Tenna gently moved in closer until their noses were brushing. Spamton quickly looked down and to one side, face reddening. The blush dusting along his nose and just below the glasses. From even the light touch, a bit of blood rubbed off on the side of Tenna’s nose and the television peered at it.
That slow drip of a nosebleed was a constant on Spamton. A sign that the form likely put the other under strain. Adjusting himself, Tenna fumbled to grab a handkerchief from his pocket before reaching up to gently dab at the blood. The action got an eye roll from Spamton. “NOT A [big deals!] TENS” He insisted, reaching up and placing a hand on the other’s wrist. Tenna paused, frowning a bit.
“Does it hurt?” He asked. Spamton clacked his teeth once before giving a noncommittal jerk of his head. Sighing softly, Tenna lowered his hand and tucked the now bloody handkerchief away. A lack of answer from him usually meant a yes. He never seemed uncertain about answering in the negative. Rather than push it however, Tenna went back to holding his face, trailing his thumb along his jaw and watching the other's eyes nearly close. The wings seemed to shimmer oddly in the corners of his vision before the feathers fluffed up. A faint chirp-like sound reverberated in Spamton's throat. Was it strange to find him cute still?
Closing the distance, he watched as Spamton briefly tensed before tilting his head. Expectant. Not one to leave him waiting, Tenna pressed his lips gently against Spamton's upper lip and the teeth below. Almost immediately, he opened his mouth for him and pressed in closer. Tongue already sliding along Tenna's fangs. The eagerness sent a shudder down Tenna's back. It was as though Spamton could not be close enough any time he initiated like this. Hands curling into the red fabric of his coat, wings wrapping about him, greedily tilting his head to get more contact. Pressing his body in as much as he could as though trying to banish any space between them.
Opening his own mouth further, he inhaled sharply as he tasted him. His nose pressed hard alongside Spamton's and a metallic tang permeated the kiss. It seemed getting excited had only increased the blood flow. Vibrant red on the stark white porcelain-like surface, sliding down the length of his nose and dripping heavily. Spamton hardly seemed concerned by it, panting hard and moving his arms down to wrap them around Tenna fully. His hips rocked and the slight grind caused Tenna to groan. Reaching down, he slid his hand along Spamton's thigh where the armor ended and there was a softer skintight fabric. Excitement wound tight in his core.
More of the blood was getting smeared along his lips as he tilted his head further, tongue pressed down beneath Spamton's intent exploration of his mouth. That taste was strangely heady. Reminding him almost of the battery acid Queen had once handed to him. Giving a hum, he pulled back from the kiss. A strand of now bloody drool connecting from one of his fangs to the other's teeth. Spamton chased after a little, but Tenna held his face which got him a confused blink. Screen turning a deep pink, Tenna quickly stuffed down the embarrassment that came with thinking too hard about what he wanted to do. Leaning in, he dragged his tongue along the thickest drip of blood from the top of Spamton's teeth up to his nose.
Hot under his tongue, and a lot stronger in taste, Tenna tightened his grip on Spamton without even thinking about it. Their groins met, and he could feel the sensation of that strange tendril squirm against his thigh. It had already poked out of its slit, searching for any sort of touch. A strange startled squawk escaped Spamton at the sudden lick and he turned near scarlet. "T-T [ten cent] YOU CAN'T BE [serious] WITH-" He seemed to fail to find any words as Tenna stepped forward, eventually cornering him against the wall before doing it again. Swiping his tongue from the tip of his nose back up to where it was bleeding profusely from. Why it tasted good he wasn't sure, but he was past trying to think this through.
Spamton arched against the wall, and he scrabbled his claws along Tenna's back, tearing holes in the coat. The tendril of a cock was dripping black against Tenna's thigh and he reached down finally to let it curl around his hand. Wings flaring out against the wall, Spamton gave a keening sound as Tenna stroked him before kissing him again. The entire taste was now nothing but his blood, and it had the television half dizzy. It took almost all his focus to reach down and unbuckle his pants. Finally, he pressed up against Spamton and gave a low relieved moan as the tentacle curled around his own erection, sliding up and down. The familiar slickness causing him to shudder and jolt.
Reaching back up, he broke the kiss to keep lapping at that blood even while rutting against Spamton. Something about the action seemed to have the birdlike puppet more frazzled than usual, squirming and giving odd squawks every time Tenna's tongue rolled over the source of the blood flow. Cock practically oozing black fluid. So much it was splattering onto the ground below them. His wings fluttered against the wall, stray pink and purple feathers scattering off into the air and adding a strange shimmer to the sordid affair. By the time Tenna had pulled back down from his nose to kiss him again, they both were trembling and breathing as though they had run a race.
With a few more desperate ruts, Tenna came, a silvery fluid mixing with all the black. He gave a staticky sounding whine, grip tightening on Spamton to the point that he was near immobile against the wall. Only a few moments later, Spamton followed suit. The tendril squeezing before spilling out more fluid that looked like an oil slick. His wings flared brilliantly, a flash of light shining through the room before he slumped back against the wall, a total mess. As Tenna finally pulled back, he took in the sight. Spamton, gasping for air, teeth bloody, glasses slid nearly all the way down his nose, hair mussed, wings twitching in the tiny aftershocks of his orgasm. "REAL- REAL-" He took a deeper breath in, pulling his hands around to settle them on Tenna's arms. "REAL [pervert in your area!] TENS" He finally got out.
Tenna felt his screen heat up in response and he coughed. "I! Well I didn't, hear you complaining." He said, though he avoided looking directly at him. Spamton gave a jittery laugh.
"GONNA NEED [5.99 dry cleaning]" Seeming to avoid the topic while looking down at the mess they had made. Tenna also looked down, realising he was right.
They could talk about the rest at some other time.