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It all started when Mettaton invited him for a drink.
“You mean… with me?”
When Tenna was so scared he almost said no.
“Of course with you, silly! Unless you’d rather not…”
And when he saw the sparkle in Mettaton’s eye and wondered what he was even afraid of.
“No-no! I mean I— I’d love to!”
So they went out for drinks after a long week at the studio. Mettaton took him to a bar he’d never heard of (good, because he practically made a second home of Ramb’s), and they wound up staying well past midnight just… talking. Mettaton did a lot of the talking, to be fair, but Tenna was happy enough to listen, if only to watch the way he smiled when he was rambling on about his favorite fashion trends. Mettaton shared his influences, his inspirations. Tenna shared anecdotes from his family. Mettaton told him about his cousins and their typical antics, and lamenting how he rarely had the time to visit them nowadays. Tenna made a mental note to schedule his new cohost some time off.
Mettaton confessed he was so nervous he almost talked himself out of this. Tenna couldn’t remember the last time someone actually invited him anywhere.
And so they agreed to come back the next Friday. And the Friday after that. And then they agreed to dinner. And then they saw a live show. And tonight they went dancing— oh, Tenna couldn’t remember the last time he had so much fun! And poor Mettaton, his overworked legs were so stiff afterwards that Tenna had to carry him to his car (an easy task, and one Mettaton did not seem to mind at all).
The drive to Mettaton’s suite was littered with praise.
“I didn’t know you could still do a split!”
“Oh give me some credit! I’m not that old!”
Tenna couldn’t help the spring in his step on the dance floor. After all, these had been some of the best weeks of his life.
“Golly, tonight was a blast!” Tenna was saying as he walked with Mettaton to the steps of his suite, he was beaming with his chest full of light. His screen pointed down as his antennae drooped with sorrow. “Shame it has to end…”
Mettaton pursed his lips in thought, then smiled at him with a hooded gaze. “Well… It doesn’t have to end here, per se.”
Tenna felt fingers wrap around his hand, felt that light turn to fire in his chassis, his screen burning a bright pink.
“You can always come inside.”
—
“Make yourself at home, darling,” Mettaton gestured to the couch while undoing the clasp on his scarf, “I’m going to slip into something more… comfortable.”
Mettaton’s suite was nearly as glamorous as he was, though there were few things that could ever reach that level. Tenna sat himself on a polished leather love seat fitted with MTT-Shaped pillows and sequin throw blankets, facing a wide window that overlooked a glittering view of the city below.
Tenna fussed with his suit, smoothed the fabric on his knees as he sat stiff, awkward. Somehow he felt underdressed in this room, even though he knew his own home was just as ostentatious as he himself was. But the room he was in well, it was sleek, dazzling, new; even the roaring fireplace was a hologram. And what’s worse, he caught his reflection in the window, and was suddenly aware of every dent and divot in his worn casing. It was only natural that he would show his age, but being in Mettaton’s home, heck, having Mettaton’s company, reminded him that he was a relic of the past, and stars like Mettaton were the future of entertainment. He could only hope he’d be relevant for another few years.
Or at least be around to watch Mettaton really shine.
“Quite the view tonight.”
Tenna brought his gaze from the window and—oh.
Oh.
Mettaton had changed from his sparklimg blue dress to a sheer shimmering robe that trailed behind him with each step he took toward Tenna. The CRT’s fans whirred into action as he watched the other approach, unable to take his eyes off him, just as enamored as he had been the rest of the night.
“You could say that again…” Tenna sighed, a goofy smile stretching across his screen. Though it didn’t stay long as he realized Mettaton was joining him on the couch, nestling himself against Tenna’s hip as he watched the city with him.
Tenna’s anxious hands found themselves folded in his lap, if only because he didn’t know where else to put them. He tried not to think about where they wanted to go, instead making himself admire the city skyline.
“You know,” Mettaton’s arm crossed Tenna’s thigh, oh god, as he pointed to a cluster of buildings in the distance, “I thought about putting a billboard right there to promote my show.”
“Over the bridge?” Tenna laughed, “Can you imagine? Drivers would be slamming their breaks just to—” His voice caught as that hand rested on his knee, “—j-just to look at you…”
“Flatterer.” Tenna could hear the smirk in his voice, just barely over his fans as he felt that hand move toward his inner thigh, “That’s why I decided against it. Didn’t want to be liable for any damage this body could do...”
Oh, Tenna couldn’t even imagine. Surely not with the way Mettaton oozed sex appeal, in this body and even in his more limited box shape. It’s not like Tenna had more than one fantasy about those hands touching his—
“Mr. Tenna,” Mettaton’s voice brought him back before he could drown in his thoughts, “I do love a good slow burn, but this is getting ridiculous.”
“H-huh?”
Mettaton made his next move then, swiping his leg across Tenna’s thighs to seat himself perfectly in his lap. Those arms coiled around Tenna’s shoulders as a playful smile lifted Mettaton’s lip.
“When are you going to kiss me?”
Tenna froze, antennae twitching as his screen cut out. “Beg pardon?”
“When,” he leaned in, “are you going,” his mouth just inches from the screen, “to kiss me?”
Tenna’s lip hung open, quivered as he struggled to say something, anything. He was excited, having someone so close to him for the first time in so long. It was something he imagined from the moment he first saw Mettaton perform, shining with charisma and power that Tenna considered it fulfilling to share the spotlight with him. He wanted to share everything with him.
But now that it was happening, he was terrified, because the last time he got this close to someone, it ended with him in tears, overwhelmed, aching with frustration, slamming the door behind him. They didn’t talk about it after that night. Just one of the many things that would go unaddressed.
“Tenna?” Mettaton frowned as he leaned away. He brought his hand to hold the giant’s shoulder with a gentle but firm grip as real worry crossed him. “Oh, darling, I haven’t overstepped, have I? I’m sorry, I just thought…” He sighed, his shoulders sagging as a sad smile appeared on that beautiful face, “I suppose I thought we had something…”
His heart ached, his fear tumbling away as his need won out. Tenna without thinking first surged forward, closing his arms around Mettaton as he slammed their lips together. The star had yelped with surprise, and Tenna considered breaking the kiss to apologize, but then those long arms hugged him tight and those lips kissed him again and again. His anodes were buzzing as he melted into each kiss, his nails traced along Mettaton’s spine, drawing a shudder from the robot that started his wandering hands.
Tenna’s mouth fell open with a sigh, his body pliant under Mettaton’s touch as his hands smoothed the fabric of his jacket, while he shifted his place on the TV’s lap. He felt the other smile deviously against his screen.
“Ooh, Mr. Tenna…” Mettaton bit his lip, “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your special guest?”
Tenna leaned away slightly with confusion, blearily glancing about until his screen pointed down to his legs. And found the straining tent nestled between Mettaton’s thighs, the length reaching Mettaton’s soul casing.
“Oh— oh my goodness—!” Tenna’s hands shot up to frantically push his jacket over his bulge, his screen shining a rich pink as his casing started to burn under his clothes. “I-I am so sorry—!”
“Sorry? There’s nothing to apologize for, darling.” Mettaton’s hand slowly inched down Tenna’s front, closer and closer to his belt line. “I’m actually quite interested…” His fingers hooked on the belt buckle, “To see if you really are bigger on TV.”
Tenna’s hips were twitching as the belt slowly came undone. His circuits were surging with adrenaline, feeling the edge of something his settings told him he couldn’t have. The alarm bells shot through his programming, his screen flashing to a test pattern.
“Wh—” He squirmed underneath his cohost, “Wait, wait stop.”
“Too fast?” Mettaton stopped immediately, his hands leaving Tenna’s hips (he did his best to hold back the whine). “So sorry, dear. Got a bit carried away…”
“N-no, no, it’s not that. It’s…” Tenna’s hand went to his face, hiding behind his fingers as his screen burned with shame. “I’ve never… actually done this before.”
Mettaton’s brow shot up with surprise. “Never?”
“Parent locks,” Tenna tapped the side of his head, “don’t really give me that option. I mean, I tr-tried, once, but, it, uh…” Tenna’s body was heavy with his sigh, he couldn’t believe he was admitting this, “It didn’t go well.”
“Oh, Tenna, darling…”
“So, it’s, not that I don’t want to.” Tenna’s took Mettaton’s hand in his own, “Because, I do. I really do. I just… can’t. I’m sorry.”
Mettaton’s lip pursed in a thoughtful frown as he held his chin. “You have no way of turning them off?” He asked curiously, looking up at Tenna, “No way at all?”
Tenna hesitated to answer. “I… I guess I could turn them off, but, uh…”
“You’ve never tried?”
“Oh no, I tried plenty of times.” He even tried that night, to make it up to him, to give him what he wanted so he wouldn’t leave. “It’s buried deep in my settings, though, and there are a ton of physical challenges on the way.” Tenna forced a laugh, “Guess if they were easy to reach, I’d have turned them off years ago. Then the censors would have really killed me!”
Mettaton didn’t laugh, and Tenna expected that. He knew this would disappoint him, but at least he wasn’t making that mistake again. He himself knew after that experience it was better to leave them on, to not go against his programming, even if it hurt him. The same scenario was playing out, but this time... At least this time he was doing the right thing—
“Could I help?”
“Wh-whuh?”
“I know my way around a tricky program.” Mettaton placed a hand on his chest, slipping under his robe to unspool a cable from an internal mechanism. “I’d be happy to help you turn them off.”
Tenna was speechless, disbelieving of what he was hearing. He felt his heart swell and his pants strain even tighter. “You’d… you’d do that? For me?”
Mettaton nodded with a smile. “But only if you want to. I’d need you to guide me through your settings after all.” The cable went away, he tucked his robe back around his chest. “I’m not opposed to spending the night kissing you, either.”
Tenna was so floored by the offer, his hope-o-meter reaching it’s peak, that he couldn’t help but kiss him again, those cool metallic lips breaking the static of his face. He wanted more than that, though. He wanted so much more. And even if it didn’t work, this might be his closest chance to finally getting all of it.
“I want you.” Tenna’s lips kissed feverishly along Mettaton’s smile, “I want to feel what it’s like to be with you.” His hands wrapped around Mettaton’s waist to hold him close as he whined, “Please…”
Mettaton returned the kisses eagerly, trailing his tongue along the buzzing glass. “Then why don’t we take this to my bed?”
—
Mettaton had Tenna strip to his boxers (slowly, while he watched, which made Tenna feel some type of way) and lay on his back in the center of his massive ornate bed, and was asked to sit still as Mettaton straddled his waist and slowly ran his hands down Tenna’s chest plate.
“At any point you change your mind,” He was saying as he reached underneath his chest plating, pulling out that cable while holding Tenna’s gaze, “You say the word and we stop.”
Tenna nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat as his shaky hands went to undo the clasp on his chest, removing the plate and exposing his inner workings. “Should be a port, just back there.” He pointed inside his wirings, then added, “L-look, I won’t be hurt if you change your mind, either.”
“And why would I?” Mettaton asked while leaning in, dipping his hand into Tenna’s chest.
“Well, I— Ah-!” Tenna flinched as he felt fingers push past his cords, electricity curling around Mettaton’s hand while he fumbled to get the cable in. “It’s just, I’ve had to give up on it so many times…”
“You don’t think I’m up for the challenge?”
“No, that’s not what I—!” Tenna cut himself off with a gasp as he felt the cable slot into his port with a sharp click!, his circuits buzzing as the new connection established between them.
“That’s it. Just relax for me, darling…” Mettaton sat himself back on Tenna’s lap, eye closing as his hands ran up and down Tenna’s torso while he went to work. Tenna did his best to relax, but it was difficult when he could feel Mettaton exploring his settings, dull jolts of heat pulsing through his chest. The fact that Mettaton was sitting on his tented boxers while touching him like this definitely didn’t help matters.
“I see…” Mettaton tilted his head with a furrowed brow and a curious smile. Tenna was thankful his eyes were closed so he could just admire the star straddling him—
“Oh! A live feed?” Oh no. His smile took on a devious glint. He shifted in his seat (which was doing things to Tenna and he knew that), stretching into one of his signature poses. “Hmm. I look good from this view.”
“Y-you’re telling me…” Tenna sighed adoringly, lifted a hand to touch Mettaton’s thigh. That made the star shine with delight, he leaned in to nip at the stem of his antennae, spread hands slooooowly dragging up his shaking chest until they stopped at his dials.
“Now, about those…” He sighed into his vents, breathing cool air on his heated casing as he turned the dial, “Physical challenges…”
Tenna stammered wordlessly, overcome, his circuits buzzing. His screen filled with static before shorting out, leaving him dark, before his flustered smile reappeared.
“HaaaAAaAAaah— hah—! Rrrrright!” Tenna tried to put on his charismatic air, the one he saved for the cameras, but his current position made that a physical challenge of it’s own. “R-ready?!”
“Always, darling~!” Mettaton drummed his fingers on his chest with a playful grin. Tenna, after taking a moment to steel himself, lowered an internal resistance and let him in. His face disappeared, replaced with a vision of a tiny Mettaton taking on the obstacles on the way to his parent locks.
Tenna offered help where he could, because, honestly? He really liked these challenges and was great at them! The problem was that there were so many. And while he loved a good marathon, there came a point where, after hours and hours and hours of these games, oh and he loved the games… But even he would have to turn in the towel, his circuits on fire from how hard he worked and no closer to his goal. And the worst part? That was the point. It was all to keep himself from going in there and turning those controls off so that he could indulge in those filthy, perverse thoughts that kept him awake and on edge for years.
He needed Spamton that night. He didn’t sleep until his battery was depleted and his body gave out. And even then he couldn’t push through his own obstacles. He couldn’t even imagine asking the little mailman for help, especially not after the way he left. And the way he left. Even if he stayed, even if he wanted to help— which, why would he?— there was nothing he could have done. Cheering from the sidelines while your business partner battled his own self would have been just as useful. Spamton just wasn’t capable of doing anything for Tenna.
Mettaton, on the other hand, was more than capable. He soared through each challenge effortlessly, decimiating his old high scores without even breaking a sweat. Tenna shouldn’t have been surprised by how trivial he’d made the task; he’d seen Mettaton perform plenty of times to know this was nothing to him.
But it was everything to Tenna. He felt the rush of every victory, every triumph sending delightful sparks of electricity through his hardware, almost like he was conquering these challenges as well. His hands snapped to hold Mettaton’s hips, fingers gripping handfuls of his rear while his hips were grinding his tent against the other’s thigh. Mettaton smirked and wriggled his hips teasingly, drawing a low growl from Tenna as he cant his hips between his legs.
“Ooh, my~” He gasped, “Oh, I can’t wait to get these damn locks off of you…”
“Please,” Tenna whined pathetically, his body acting on it’s own to chase his bliss, “Please, I wanna ██████!” Tenna froze in terror, a hand clasped over his mouth as his screen sizzled with pink static. Mettaton stilled above him, and when Tenna looked up, he found a dazzling gaze and a truly wicked smile.
“You are going to sing for me tonight, Mr. Tenna.”
He throbbed.
Mettaton had returned to the task, resting his hands on Tenna’s soft stomach as he worked through his settings. His hips shifted rhythmically, applying pressure that made Tenna see stars of his own. “After all that, still so guarded… Looks like I need special permission, darling. There’s a code. If you wouldn’t mind…”
“Hhhwhuh?” Tenna lifted his head lazily, a quivering smile stretched across his screen, “Oh, it’s… 1-2-2-5…”
Tenna could feel Mettaton input those numbers, a like tapping on his soul. A cool wave worked through him, like the breeze from an unlocked door. Mettaton smiled adoringly, “Christmas… I’ll keep that in mind.”
Tenna could only stare at Mettaton, a flower unfurling gracefully from the tip of his nose. He squeaked and quickly brushed it away, scattering red petals around him. How embarrassing—
Before Tenna could fall down that train of thought, he felt Mettaton gripped an internal switch, locking his gaze on his screen as his body started shaking with anticipation.
“Ready? No turning back….”
Tenna barely responded coherently. He actually whimpered as he pushed Mettaton down on his clothed ████. “Please, please please please…!”
“Ohh, you poor thing. So needy…” Mettaton leaned in to plant a kiss on his screen, “Don’t worry, Tenna, dear. You’re going to get exactly what you want.”
The switch was flipped to OFF…
Tenna melted as tension he did not know he was holding was suddenly released, a cool sort of calm washing over him like a wave of icy tingling noise. He sank into the sheets and let out a long sigh. He felt like a jacket that was too tight and worn for too long was finally coming off. He could actually pause and be at ease.
Mettaton watched him carefully, idle hands trailing up and down his chassis. “How do you feel?”
“I…”
Tenna bit his lip.
“I feel…”
He flashed a fang.
“…Fucking incredible.”
Mettaton’s wicked smile returned as he leaned down to kiss Tenna’s lip, grinding his hips against Tenna’s clothed cock before climbing off to lay next to him. “Well then,” he gestured to his boxers, “Care to do the honors, darling?”
Tenna turned his gaze to that bulging tent, feeling his circuits race with anticipation as his hand slowly reached down to the hem of his garment. He shuffled them down, revealing a massive, thick silicone cock that sprang to attention, erect and eager to be touched after all this time. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and rolled his hand up and down his length, sliding his palm against the head of his cock while letting a long needy moan slip past his lips.
“Yeah, just like that…” Mettaton trailed a finger along the cable still connecting them together while he watched him touch himself, smirking as Tenna shuddered from the sparks of light coursing through his circuits. His other arm coiled around his waist, the hand making it’s way up to push his buttons and turn his switches randomly. Each one sent a jolt through his body, a pulse to his aching dick.
“Ohh, oh god,” Tenna groaned, his back arching against the bed as his hips bucked into his hand. “Pl-please keep touching me…”
“Always.” Mettaton didn’t skip a beat, doubling his efforts to make Tenna’s whole body whine with ecstacy. His hips jerked as a gel-like substance drooled lazily onto his stomach.
“Keep going, baby.” Mettaton’s voice, just above a whisper, had hitched up into a whine of his own. Tenna glanced down to see one of his hands had moved to stroke the panel between his legs while he watched, “Keep touching yourself for me…”
Tenna only had the mind to do what he was told, if it meant pleasing Mettaton like that. His hand pumped his shaft in long strokes, his fingers touching and caressing every sensitive inch he could. He squeezed the head of his cock as he leaned over to kiss Mettaton, who moaned into his mouth.
“God, you turn me on…” Mettaton sighed when they broke the kiss, licking his lip. Tenna couldn’t help but crack a laugh.
“Yeah? Look who’s talking, you’re…” He groaned and pumped faster, “God, you’re beautiful…”
Mettaton smiled and moved his hand from between his legs to roam up his own body. “I know. This body is just perfect, isn’t it?”
“N-not even this body…” Tenna slowed his pace to catch his breath, “Can I tell ya something?”
“Of course.” Mettaton quirked a curious brow. Tenna steeled himself to admit this, now that he could, now that he could say it to him without fear of repercussions from his internal system.
“Before you debuted this body, in your other one, I…” He loosened his grip as he put his words together, “I would think about you… your hands… touching me…”
“Touching you?” Mettaton grinned a delightfully mischievous grin, and without missing a beat, sent his hand down to wrap around the base, borrowing his pace and sliding his fingers up and down his shaft. “You mean like this?”
Tenna threw his head back as pleasure surged through him. He felt good touching himself, but Mettaton touching him? Was an whole different level of bliss.
“Ohh— oh yes, just like that…!” He moaned, his arms snapping around the robot to hold onto him for dear life, “Ohh Mettaton…!” His screen warbled with static as a pressure started mounting in his core, beautiful heat gathering in his stomach as he was being wound up by his star. It was a more than a fantasy to him; it was a dream he was sure would never happen, and he had long ago resigned himself to never knowing what it would have been like.
But now he knew. And it was so incredible it brought him to tears.
Mettaton hushed him with comfort, peppering his lips against Tenna’s screen and catching static tears on his lip. “You’re alright, darling… There you go…”
“I-I’m sorry, sorry, it’s just…” His voice hitched with a shudder as Mettaton rubbed othe head of his cock, “It feels so good…”
“Oh, I know, Tenna, dear…” He stroked him faster, “You’ve been so pent up for so long…” and faster, “Do you want to cum?”
Tenna, breathless, nodded quickly, his hips bucking desperately into Mettaton’s hand.
“Say it,” Mettaton ordered in a low growl, keeping his movements just barely where Tenna needed them, “Say you want to cum.”
“I wanna cum, please…!” Tenna practically sobbed, clinging to Mettaton as his body shook and shivered.
“That’s right, that’s a good boy…!” Mettaton let out a groan of his own as he picked up the pace, stroking Tenna exactly how he needed it, just the right pace to finally send him tumbling past the edge. And the praise, calling him a good boy, it was more than enough even without the fingers flying along his shaft.
Tenna’s whole body seized, his joints locking in place while he let out a long cry of overdue release, his hips twitching as hot lubricant shot out from the head of his cock over and over again. He threw his head back, his vision swimming, speakers screeching with noise as shockwaves hammered his circuits until— until—
Until everything went black.
When his screen came back to life, he saw Mettaton fill his view with a smile so genuine it creased his perfect features. Tenna thought he had finally died and gone to heaven. His heart swelled and a few more flowers fluttered from his screen. He might as well have.
“I’d ask if you enjoyed that, but…” As Tenna’s vision focused, he found his torso absolutely coated with glistening ooze, the sheets around him stained with the stuff. “I think the reviews came early, darling.” He added with a light laugh, while Tenna’s screen burned with shame. But before he could apologize, Mettaton was planting his face with doting kisses, bringing his fingers to idly play with his buttons.
“That was quite the show.” Mettaton purred snuggling into the crook of his neck as Tenna’s hand shifted down his waist, “How are you feeling?”
“I’m…” A moan slipped through his words as a jolt worked through his body, shook his rigging, the aftershocks of his first ever orgasm, the tingling chill of a barrier finally being torn down…
“Wait a minute… I should be asking you that!” Tenna, disbelieving, jabbed a finger at the star, “You— you did it!” He laughed incredulously, “You actually did it!” He scooped Mettaton in his arms and pulled him in to pepper adoring kisses everywhere he could, his speaker squealed with delight. “Oh, you’re incredible! Outstanding! A real fffffucking knockout!” He barked a laugh, even just finally getting a swear out was like a shot of euphoria. Hell with the censors! He was an untamed CRT!
“Oh, it was nothing, really,” His cohost smiled, “I actually had a lot of fun playing with your settings.”
“You did?! Oh! Oh!!” He couldn’t help it, a full bouquet popped joyfully from his nose. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you. You deserve the grand prize of a lifetime!”
“Trust me, watching your show was a reward in itself—“ Mettaton’s voice hitched slightly as a massive hand slid along his rear, “Th-though if you’re so inclined…”
Tenna took his cue eagerly, his kisses becoming more and more feverish, his hands exploring Mettaton’s chassis until his hand found itself between his legs. His fingers rubbed at the plating there, admiring the burning heat from within and savoring the moans coming from his partner.
Mettaton slid his hand to join him there, biting his lip as he unclasped the latch and removed his plating. Tenna’s screen burned watching the reveal of his beautiful silicone pussy, salivating at the way its glistening lips oozing lubricant. He ran his finger up along the slit, stopping to rub his plump clit with the tip, applying just enough pressure.
“Ohh, Tenna… “ Mettaton breathed a long moan against Tenna’s neck, heat grazing the exposed wires and sending a tremor through him. It made him ache, hips canting unconsciously as his cock swelled. He could fucking feel how Mettaton’s lip curled into a smirk. “Looking for a bonus round, are you?”
Tenna throbbed with a withering laugh. “Tr-trust me, doll… You don’t want to take on that challenge…”
“You underestimate me, darling.” His voice had taken on a confident edge, rightly earned.
“I mean, you’re welcome to try, but—Ah!” Tenna’s back hit the mattress hard, he barely had time to recover before he felt Mettaton’s warm pussy sink onto the head of his cock. The sound that came from Tenna’s speakers was obscene.
Thank god the censors weren’t around to hear it.
“O-oh fffffuuck…!” His head fell back, panting, his body far too hot to even think coherently, his sensitive cock pulsing with need. Mettaton smirked and dropped his hips slightly, sinking lower.
“Mettaton—!”
And lower.
“Wait it’s too—!”
And lower.
“It’s not gonna fit—!”
Until he landed at the base with a firm slap, his cunt bulged from the sheer girth of Tenna’s cock, a satisfied groan leaving Mettaton while Tenna let out a throaty keen. He was overcome by the pulsing warmth that surrounded his shaft, hugging him tight and pressing into every sensitive inch of his cock. The star smirked and rolled his hips once, and even just that was enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through the CRT.
“You were saying, dear?”
He couldn’t muster a reply, his screen swimming with static as he melted from heat. Tenna shuddered with a groan, hands reaching across the sheets to grab at his hips. “Y-you’re so tight, oh my g—uhhnhhh…!” His words devolved into whimpering moans while Mettaton started rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, the wet friction pulling his cock and sending his circuits on a frenzy. His own hips pushed upward on their own accord, his body chasing the heat surrounding him.
“Oohh~!” Mettaton let his head fall back in a moan as he rode Tenna within an inch of his damn life, “Oh, you stretch me so perfectly, darling…”
“You’re gonna—ohhh fuck,” His hands clutched his thighs desperately, “You’re gonna kill me, doll…!”
“Then I should be more careful,” Mettaton leaned in, “Because I already want to do this again,” he kissed Tenna’s mouth, “and again,” he trailed his tongue across Tenna’s quivering lip, “and again with you.”
“Heh— H-hope you like r-reruns, because I… I… ohh just like that!” Tenna cried out when Mettaton’s hips bounced faster, taking all of him with each push and pull.
He smirked against Tenna’s screen, “I love them. But you knew that. After all…” He dragged his lips to the vents by his face, “I love TV.”
Tenna didn’t anticipate the hard spike of heat that shot like a bullet through his rigging, sending a spike to his core. Before he could even stop himself, he planted his feet and pumped his hips up into Mettaton’s cunt, sheathing himself fully with each desperate thrust.
“Ohhhhh yes!” He groaned, his voice breaking as he fucked him recklessly, “That’s it, Tenna, fuck me…!”
Tenna didn’t have to be told twice. He threw his arms around the robot and pulled him down, holding him to his torso while he slammed up into his pussy hard, their hips slapping together repeatedly. Tenna almost wondered if he should feel ashamed of the debauched sight he certainly made, but between Mettaton beautiful moans urging him on and the feeling of those tight walls clamping around his cock, he could scarely bring himself to think, let alone care.
“You’re so good for me, babydoll, so fucking good…!” Tenna was moaning and rambling his praises as he tightened his grip on his lover. “M-more, more…!” He pushed himself fully into Mettaton, feeling his silicone bulge deliciously against his torso as his walls pulsed around him. He rolled over, pulling Mettaton under him, and once they both settled, began bucking his hips at a sharp pace.
Mettaton cried out in ecstasy under him, and that drove Tenna wild. He rutted like a thoughtless animal, plunging as deep as he could into that wet warmth, whimpering pathetically all the while. He gasped as he felt his walls convulse around his throbbing cock.
“Cum with me, please…!”
Mettaton looked divine in those sheets.
“Then make me cum.”
Tenna never felt more alive.
He set at a near frantic pace, pushing deep, deep inside him with each excited thrust of the hips. Mettaton praised him, called him a good boy, begged him to keep going, just like that, just a little longer, he was so close…
Feeling those walls grip him tight sent him over the edge instantly, the throbbing and pulsing massages only keeping him in the air with euphoria. Tenna let out an aching groan, his hips locked firmly against Mettaton as he came inside him, filling him with each pulse, each tremble of his cock, until it was spilling out of his hole.
Oh those sheets were definitely ruined now. But neither of them cared, choosing to collapse in each other’s embrace as they came down from their orgasms.
“Oh M-Mettaton…” He sank into the sheets as he held the robot to his chest, nestling his nose into the crook of his neck. “Thank you…”
“Oh trust me, darling,” He ran his thumb against Tenna’s screen, “The pleasure was all mine.” Traced the dial on his casing, “I must say, I like this side of you.”
Blooms of pure elation sprouted from his screen. “Really…?” He curled his knees, surrounding Mettaton while holding him close, never letting him go. Not this time. “You mean it?”
“Mmhm~” Mettaton’s fingers traced along the ridge of his vents, basking in the heat billowing from within. “In fact… We’ll have to debut this new you soon, won’t we, darling?”
“Heh, well…” Tenna looked away, “I don’t know about that…”
Mettaton pursed his lips. “Hmm… Maybe you’re right.” He brought a hand on Tenna’s casing and turned him back to face him, giving him a good look at Mettaton’s impish expression. “We’d be too busy fucking to run a show!”
Tenna’s face was blank, his antennae buzzing and sparkling alight.
This had to be what love felt like.