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When Tenna got home from work, the house was silent. Which was odd, because Spamton was usually in the kitchen cooking, or watching television living room. Even if he wasn't in one of those two places, he usually called out a greeting to Tenna. But not tonight.
Tenna carefully set his work bag on the kitchen table and took off his shoes, placing them neatly in the closet. He assumed Spamton was out with friends and had just forgotten to let him know. Not a big deal. Tenna shrugged it off and went to the fridge, grabbed a container of leftovers from the night before, and scooped some onto a plate. He was about to put it in the microwave when he saw a note on the kitchen counter. He picked it up and opened it, and instantly, a smile grew on his face.
Written on the note was, "Happy birthday, love. Your surprise is upstairs." It was signed with a heart and Spamton's name.
Abandoning the leftovers, Tenna rushed upstairs. He found a trail of rose petals leading from the top of the stairs into their bedroom, and the door was cracked ajar. The lights were off, leaving Tenna to only guess what lay behind the darkness. He pushed it open and stepped inside, then slid the door closed with a soft click.
Tenna's eyes adjusted to the darkness, thanks to the light from his screen, and he noticed there was movement on the bed. He stepped closer, his smile only widening. "Spammy?"
A muffled whine answered him, and the sound went straight to Tenna's dick. It lurched towards the sound, and his hands started to shake in anticipation. As he finally reached the foot of the bed, the sight before him was almost indescribable.
Spamton was laying on his stomach, his ass fully in the air as his legs and wrists were tied together with red ribbons, with elaborate bows that tied each of the knots. His fists clenched as Tenna approached, almost as if he was beckoning him close.
His body was decorated with black lace. He had on a pair of panties, pulled to the side to expose his asshole, as a vibrator buzzed inside of him, making him gasp and writhe in pleasure. The panties connected to a garter that held up a pair of long sheer black stockings. There was a clasp on his back and straps around his shoulders that Tenna could only imagine connected to a skimpy top, and his mouth started to water.
Lying next to him was a selection of toys, ranging from plugs to dildos to more rope. It seemed as though Spamton had thoroughly prepared for any wicked thought that crossed Tenna's mind.
His face was completely flushed and half-smushed into a pillow, leaving just the corner of his mouth and one eye visible. He peeked at Tenna through long lashes, tears sliding down his cheeks. His mouth shifted into a sheepish smile as he mumbled, "Happy birthday."
Tenna's screen buffered. His hands were twitching as he reached for Spamton, then he cleared his throat and took a step back. "Oooh boy, keep it together," he whispered to himself as he clasped his hands and said a silent prayer. He dropped his hands, turned around, then shoved his face into his hands and let out an unholy sound. He whipped back towards Spamton, jabbing a finger in his direction. "Have you-! Did you-! All day?! No!" He all but ripped his shirt off and threw it to the floor, then scrambled to take his pants off. He tripped over his own feet, but eventually, and with much difficulty, he was naked.
He pounced on Spamton, flipping him over onto his back as he yelped in surprise. He clenched his eyes shut as Tenna peppered him with kisses, whispering his name over and over, sounding more desperate with each passing second. His hands danced over the top Spamton was wearing, and like Tenna suspected, it was skimpy. It was completely sheer, with a large heart cut-out in the front. Tenna could see Spamton's perky nipples, could feel them beneath the fabric. He reached his hands underneath, careful not to ruin the top, and rubbed circles on his nipples. Spamton arched his back, his breath heavy as he moaned loudly.
"N-not all day, but ha-had to," he cut himself off with a loud whine as Tenna shifted the top, and he took one of his nipples into his mouth and sucked. "Tenna!"
Tenna could barely hear anything Spamton was saying. His mind had gone fuzzy the moment he laid hands on him. He licked and bit Spamton's nipple until it was swollen and red, and even then, he didn't stop. He teased it relentlessly.
Spamton's throat clenched as he struggled to breathe. The pleasure from so many angles was far too much, but he couldn't get enough. He strained against the ribbons tying his wrists together, and Tenna took notice. He heaved a breath and chuckled. "All dolled up, just for me." His eyes flickered to Spamton's face, then drifted to the side. Tucked neatly above Spamton's ear was a pretty pink flower, but like the one that sprouted from Tenna's nose. He couldn't stop himself. He bombarded Spamton's face with hard kisses, each one more bruising than the last. "Fuck, fuck, Spammy! What the hell did you do to me?!"
"Ju-just for you," Spamton stammered as he was attacked with kisses. Tenna's hands fondled his chest, caressing and teasing his swollen nipple. He squeezed the tender skin between his fingers and listened to Spamton's wail. He captured his lips in a kiss, and he refused to let go until he was out of air. Spamton was a mess. His hands were raised above his head, his face was flushed a beautiful red, and his legs were squirming and writhing. He was clearly showing off his asshole, beckoning Tenna to replace the vibrator with his own throbbing dick. "Wa-waited all day, then a little bit be-before you got home, got ready. Wait-waited even more, just for you."
Tenna caressed his face, his gorgeous, brilliantly flushed red face. He couldn't even begin to put his thoughts into words. His mouth opened, then closed. He couldn't speak. So, he just kissed Spamton again and again.
"I was hoping to," he moaned as Tenna slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulled the vibrator from his ass and turned it off. "Please Tenna, fill me up so much. Fill me until there's no more space. Fill me with everything you have."
Tenna was shaking. He held Spamton with trembling hands as he slid downwards, taking the ribbons off his ankles, and spreading his legs as far as they could go without hurting him. It was like unwrapping a present. He gazed at Spamton, at his fluttering hole, dripping with lube, so slick and inviting. He groaned low in his throat as he ran his fingers over it, then stuck three inside of him at once. Spamton's mouth dropped open in a moan. Tenna's fingers always stretched him far better than any dildo or vibrator could. They curled and pressed and thrust deep. Tenna added a fourth soon after, listening closely as Spamton's breath hitched.
Finally, his mouth allowed him to speak. "Is this... are you telling me you want more than just me tonight?"
Spamton nodded vigorously. "Please."
"Stretched so far that you're ruined, Spammy?"
"Please!"
"Never done that before, sweetheart. You're sure?"
"Fuck- just- Tenna!" He whined as he wiggled his hips, desperate for deeper contact.
Tenna shoved his fingers as far as they would go and jostled them around, relishing Spamton's yelp and subsequent moans. "You know how to push all of my buttons, Spammy. You know how long I've wanted to do that?"
"Tha-that's why I prepped so much, big guy," Spamton peeked up at him, a large grin on his face. "And so I don't have to wait for you to find the biggest o-one we have." He gestured his head in the direction of the array of dildos.
"You're so good for me," Tenna breathed, his voice going raspy with need. He surged forward and kissed Spamton's mouth, grasping his chin and holding him firmly, pulling his jaw down just a little so he could shove his tongue inside. He reached one hand into Spamton's hair and yanked as hard as he could, capturing the sound of Spamton's cries in his mouth, muffling them. Tears ran down Spamton's cheeks, but they just made Tenna pull harder, bite down, and shove his tongue further down Spamton's throat.
Without thinking, he released his chin and latched onto his neck instead, squeezing with just enough force to make Spamton squirm. Spamton's hands struggled against the restraints. His legs came up and wrapped around Tenna's waist. His ass pressed against Tenna's aching cock, begging to be filled. Tenna pulled his mouth away from Spamton, watching as drool and a hint of blood slipped from his mouth and covered his chin and cheeks. Spamton's eyes were clenched, his throat pulsing under Tenna's tight grasp. He wheezed, but he was nodding. His mouth opened, and he barely squeaked out a few words. "Keep going, please, Tenna, please."
Tenna lined himself up with Spamton's asshole, then eased a few inches in. It was so easy. Spamton was so loose and so wet. He bottomed out in one thrust, and his fingers tightened ever so slightly on Spamton's throat. His face scrunched up as he struggled, but his legs brought Tenna closer, holding him in place. Tenna couldn't help but chuckle. "My good boy was so patient all day today. So desperate right now." He kissed some of Spamton's tears away, then kissed him gently. "You don't have to wait any longer. I'm here. I'm here to give you everything you want."
Spamton's voice reached a higher octave as Tenna began to move. He pulled himself out and rammed back inside, focusing more on depth rather than speed. Tenna reached a hand down and added three fingers to Spamton's ass, thrusting them in tandem with his cock. He knew he needed to prepare Spamton for what he wanted, but the stretching that he had done beforehand was definitely helping. Spamton was so loose. Tenna was having a hard time taking things slow, but he knew he had to, otherwise it would be painful.
Tenna released his grip on Spamton's throat, listening to and relishing the large gasp he took afterwards. He coughed a few times, but he was grinning. There was a large red handprint on his throat now, with small indents from Tenna's nails. They were oozing tiny drops of blood. Tenna just about lost his goddamn mind at the sight.
He pulled his fingers out of Spamton's asshole, who whined at the loss of contact, but he was soon silenced as Tenna reached over and grabbed a decently-sized dildo. He didn't want to start too large, of course. He needed to give Spamton time to adjust. He grabbed the bottle of lube sitting nearby and poured some on the dildo, coating it evenly. He knew Spamton would be ready, but it was just a precaution.
As soon as the dildo was prepped, Tenna exhaled a deep breath. "I need you on your stomach, Spammy." Then, before he could react, he manhandled Spamton onto his stomach and raised his ass into the air. Spamton cried out at the sudden movement, but it was muffled by the pillow. He adjusted quickly, then wiggled his ass in anticipation. Tenna smacked it hard, leaving an angry red imprint. Spamton yelped and moaned, and Tenna's eyebrow raised. "Since when were you into that?" he asked, slightly startled, but mostly amused.
"Si-since you started ch-choking me," Spamton gasped as Tenna struck him again, this time on the other cheek. "Fuckin- Tens- love when you- fuck!" Each of his attempts at a sentence were cut off with firm slaps on his ass, and he moaned wildly. Then, just as he was expecting another one, Tenna kissed the bruised spots gently. Spamton whined.
"We'll get back to this later, love," Tenna said quietly as he stood on his knees and lined himself up with Spamton's asshole once again. "For now, I have what you want." Spamton didn't have time to process as Tenna eased himself back inside, then right underneath his cock, gently slid the dildo in about an inch. He waited for a second. "Tell me when I can add more. Use your words, otherwise I won't do anything."
Spamton wailed at the burning sensation, his mind going blank with pleasure. He tried to nod, tried to speak, but it only came out as garbled moans. He forced himself to take a deep breath, then a single shaky word left his mouth. "G-good."
"Good boy," Tenna whispered breathlessly as he added another inch. Spamton repeated the word, which granted him another inch. The process repeated until the dildo was fully inside, and Tenna wiggled it around a bit, just to make Spamton cry out. "Such a good boy. You take us so well. Look at you! Absolutely beautiful. Absolutely ruined. Perfectly and totally mine." Tenna pulled the dildo out a few inches and eased it back in, making sure Spamton got used to the sensation before he started being rougher. "Still good, Spammy?" Spamton nodded, then cried out as Tenna smacked his ass. "Use your words, please."
Spamton's mouth fluttered helplessly as he whispered inaudible words. He could barely think, let alone talk! Tenna just had to be good and attentive all the damn time. Spamton sometimes wished Tenna would forgo the check-ins, but then again, the last time they tried something new, it went terrible. So maybe the check-ins weren't so bad. He tried once again to speak, and he barely managed a few words. "Keep going, pl-please."
Tenna kissed the base of his spine in response. Then, he started to move, and he shifted the dildo in tandem with his slow, careful thrusts. He watched carefully for any sign of major discomfort. Every twitch and wiggle was noticed, but Spamton never once gave a sign. So, Tenna continued. He sped up slightly, groaning at the sensation of Spamton clenching around him, and the feeling of the dildo rubbing along his cock. He clenched his jaw and quickened his pace again.
Spamton's voice grew louder as Tenna continued. He was stretched so far, he felt like he was going to tear apart. He couldn't get enough. He whined and pushed his hips backwards, sucking Tenna and the dildo in deeper. He just about shrieked when Tenna slammed both in, hitting his prostate from two different angles. His hands grasped onto the pillow so tightly, his knuckles started to ache, and his fingertips went numb.
Tenna grunted as he leaned forward, using his weight to push himself just a little further. Then, he set his pace. He pulled out halfway, then eased back in, each thrust getting faster and faster. The room was filled with wet sounds, skin hitting against skin, and Spamton's beautiful voice. He couldn't speak. He felt like he didn't have control over his body. He could only lay there and take everything that Tenna gave to him, and he was loving every goddamn second of it.
"So good, so fucking good for me, taking me so well. Fuck, Spammy, wish you could see how you look right now. Want me to describe it?" Spamton, of course, couldn't answer. "God, your ass is so red. Hit it so many times. Starting to bruise. You're gonna remember this for days, Spammy." Tenna took one of his hands and pressed it to Spamton's belly, feeling both himself and the dildo bulging out against his skin. Spamton moaned, loud and desperate.
"You're stretched so far, taking us both so well. I should have guessed you'd want more than me. You're never satisfied. You always need more, crave more, want more, and I will give you more." Tenna hunched over him, kissing his back and licking thick stripes along his spine. "Give you so much more than you could ever take." He bit down hard on the back of Spamton's neck, and one hand reached around to choke him again. Spamton's moans stuttered as he struggled to breathe. Tenna tilted his head back and to the side, kissing him, stealing what little breath he had left. Then, he let his head hit the pillow again, but he continued to squeeze this throat. "Give you marks that will last for days. Everyone who sees you will notice them. They'll know who gave them to you, because I'll be right there. Right there next to you. Giving you more."
Spamton's entire body shuddered.
"God, I should fuck you on camera. Live. Nobody will ever be able to look at you the same." Tenna released his throat, and instead carded his fingers through his hair, then yanked his head backwards once again. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? Being taken on camera. Being recorded. Being broadcasted. Or would you only want it to be for me? Recorded just for me? To rewatch whenever I please? I'd make you watch it too, Spammy. Making you see how well you take me, how you make me feel, how you make me act. Oh, Spammy, imagine. Just imagine." Tenna started to laugh a little. "You, oh you, beautiful you, watching yourself be ruined by me." He relished Spamton's breathless moans, as he pulled his hair again and again, harder and harder every time. Spamton wailed, hot tears streaming down his cheeks and soaking the pillow beneath him.
Tenna's rhythm faltered as his groans became desperate, and with a few more thrusts, he came deep inside of Spamton. He dropped his hair, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. He powered through his orgasm, not caring for how fuzzy his mind became. He relished the moment where Spamton's hole clenched so tightly around him, then he came all over the blankets beneath him. Tenna, satisfied, pulled himself and the dildo out of Spamton's asshole. Then, as his cum dripped from it, Tenna picked up a butt plug and gently eased it inside. Spamton wiggled his hips at the motion, then he sank down to lie flat on his stomach. His entire body was shaking.
Tenna flipped him over onto his back, then reached up to his wrists and undid the ribbons. Spamton's hands were on him instantly, grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him close, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss. The flower that had been so carefully tucked on his ear was crushed and lying on the pillow next to him. Tenna picked it up and placed it on the bedside table. Then, he wrapped his arms around Spamton, sighing deeply.
Spamton was the first to speak up. "Happy birthday, Tenna."
To that, Tenna burst out laughing.
"What the hell are you laughing about?!" Spamton smacked him upside the face, but he too started to chuckle.
"Nothing, nothing! Just... you." Tenna kissed him gently, threading his fingers through his hair and rubbing soothing circles on his temple. "I quite liked my surprise."
"Of course you did," Spamton scoffed. "I always know exactly what you want. Except for the choking. That was new, and very liked."
"Oh, thank God, I was so worried about that," Tenna's voice bubbled up nervously in his throat. "I wasn't really thinking clearly. That, along with the spanking. I didn't know what I was doing."
Spamton kissed his lips tenderly. "Well, just know, you're going to be putting some ointment on my ass for the next few days. I can already feel it bruising."
Tenna pursed his lips and shrank down a little. "Are you sure you liked it?"
"Yes, Tenna," Spamton breathed. "I loved it. And once it's all healed, I uhm..." he trailed off, his face flushing red. He turned his head to the side, then started to fiddle with one of Tenna's fingers. "I want to do it again."
Tenna brightened up. "Really?"
"Yeah. If... if that's okay?"
"Spammy, it's more than okay! I think I would just need to control myself a little bit more. I don't want to hit you too hard. I can lose sight of my own strength sometimes." He chuckled at that.
"And..." Spamton started, then he grumbled something to himself. "The uh."
"Yes?" Tenna, slightly teasing, nuzzled closer to his face.
Spamton clenched his eyes shut and buried his face in Tenna's chest, then words exploded out of his mouth, blending together into a barely sensible sentence. "I want you to record making love to me and show me so I can see exactly what you do to me."
Tenna blinked once. Then again. Had he heard that right? "What?"
"The-! You asshole!" He smacked Tenna's arm and huffed. "What you were saying. Right at the end. About." He shoved his face into his hands, then rolled over so his back was facing Tenna. He spoke slowly and softly. "I want you to record us, so I can... watch."
Tenna blinked once more. His lips broke into a smile so wide that his cheeks started to hurt. "Aw, Spammy!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Spamton stood from bed and tried to cross his arms, but his legs were far too weak to hold him up. He fell forward a little, then caught himself on the nightstand.
Tenna sat up and reached out to grasp him, then brought him close to his chest and held him. "That makes me happy. That you'd indulge me like that."
"Just don't... uhm. Broadcast it?" Spamton curled into Tenna's chest, relishing the warmth.
"Oh no, of course not. That was just to humiliate you a little," Tenna chuckled. "I promise, nothing that you don't want public will ever go public. Yes, I will make love to you in semi-public areas, every so often." Spamton smacked him upside the head at that. "But, you're just mine, Spammy. No one else will see you like this."
"That makes me feel better." The tension in Spamton's shoulders dropped, and he fully relaxed into Tenna's arms. "Thank you, Tens."
"Of course, my love." Tenna kissed him gently, his hands cradling his face. "And thank you for my present. It was perfect."
Spamton smiled softly. "I love you, Tenna."
"I love you more, Spammy."