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Spamton woke up at 7am to a hot cup of coffee being set down onto his nightstand, and his partner beaming at him, fully dressed.
This was the first sign of something going on, Tenna was always the last one up out of the two of them, they didn't need to get into work until 9am, Tenna was now the school TV, and was therefore usually playing movie reruns, and Spamton was just kinda there, but was paid for just being there, so Tenna always lugged himself out of bed around 8.
"Morning, dear!" He says, standing up to his full height, tail swooshing behind him. He's had it out since moving to Castle Town, it used to be something he tucked away, only having it out in private, but for some reason he plucked up the courage to have it out perpetually in the last few months. Not that Spamton minded, he liked Tenna's tail, it make him feel a little better his small, feathered one.
Spamton sat up, propping himself up on his elbows and reached for his dual-tinted glasses that were sat on the nightstand, putting them on.
"[[Morning glory]], TENNA. WHY YOU [[Up, up, and away!]] SO EARLY?" He asked, rubbing his face and taking a sip of his coffee, the strong taste flooding his senses.
"Special occasions call for early risers, Spam!" Tenna replied with a small chuckle.
"[[Specil]] OCCAISON..?" Spamton repeats, to which Tenna deflates a little, tilting his head.
"Spamton, you do know what day it is... don't you?" Tenna asks, shrinking a little. Spamton racks his brain, a little panicked, anniversary? No. Special guest on the show? ...He didn't think so.. Birthda-
Birthday.
He forgot it was his own birthday.
He hadn't celebrated his own birthday in decades, it's no wonder he forgot.
"OH [[Sugar Honey Iced Tea]], YEAH. MY BIRTHDAY." Spamton mumbles, to which Tenna grows back to his usual height, beaming smile returned.
"Phew! Thought I'd got the date wrong for a second! How'd you forget your own birthday, silly?" He laughs, face scrunched up in the way hat never failed to make Spamton stare in adoration.
"IT'S NOT REALLY SOMETHING I [[Steve! I think it's time to celebrate!]] ANYMORE, TENS." Spamton was sat up fully now, this meant he got the full view of Tenna literally drooping, antennas, tail, the whole lot. Tenna was a being who spoke in body language, and apparently what Spamton said had upset him.
"You dont..?" He mumbled, scuffing the carpet with the toe of his shoe.
"TENNA, YOU DON'T [[Gotta have it! Gotta have it!]] CELEBRATE MY BIRTHDAY, I'M NOT THAT FUSSED. IT'S JUST A REMINDER THAT I'M [[South Park - Season 15, Episode 7]]" That only seemed to make it worse.
"Spammy, I wanna do something special for you." Tenna said, about a foot tall now. Spamton slid out of bed and sat down beside him.
"HEY, HEYHEY! TENNA, DON'T GET ALL GLOOBY ON ME. YOU DON'T NEED AN [[Excuses, excuses!]] TO DO SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR ME." He runs a hand over his antennas, earning a small sigh.
"'M sorry, Spam, making things all about me. It's your birthday, and I decree that it be the best one yet!" He grows back up to full size, hands on his hips, leaving Spamton crouched on the floor, looking directly up at him, face bright red due to the view he's been blessed with. Tenna looks down to see Spamton huddled on the floor, hue matching a tomato. He giggles a little, then picks him up from under the arms and brings him to his eye level.
"I feel like we coulda stayed like that all day and you'd have been happy with that." Tenna says with a teasing tone, causing the feathers on Spamton's neck to puff up defensively.
"NUH UH."
Tenna scrunched up his face and snorted.
"Mhm, yeah, and I'm the Emperor of Japan." He replied with a chuckle, setting down his partner on the bed.
"I'm making a hot breakfast, pancakes, the way you like 'em, get dressed and they'll be ready by them, mk?" He says, walking towards the door.
"[[Okie Dokie Artichokie]] ANT, UH... THANKS." Spamton says, flattening down his feathers.
"Don't have to thank me, dear." Then me mumbled something with a small smile.
"WHAT?"
"What?" Tenna blinked owlishly at Spamton, turning to him with a small smile.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY [[After Hours]]?" Spamton narrowed his eyes, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, nothing! Nothing at all." He chuckles, adjusting his belt absent-mindedly, then saunters out the room.
That was Spamton's second clue of something going on.
About ten minutes later Spamton padded through into the kitchen and clamoured onto one of the barstools, almost out of breath by the time he got to the top, this apartment was not, in fact, built for a 4ft man. It was built for a man five times his size... literally. He looks up and almost stops breathing.
Tenna has NEVER. In his life, EVER. Worn an apron whilst cooking.
It's only a simple white one, the ribbon tied behind his back, just above his-
Stop looking at his ass, Spamton.
But there's no way it'd be comfortable being THAT tight around his waist.
He does have quite a small waist though..
It's not even 8am, Spamton. Stop it.
Tenna, as if on cue, turns around and beams at him, plate of pancakes in hand.
"Oh! Didn't see ya there, you were awfully quiet! Here you are, dear." Tenna says, placing the plate down in front of him, kissing him on the forehead as he does so, then dishing himself up a few and sitting down next to him.
Still wearing that god awful apron.
Tenna must have noticed Spamton staring, since he turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow with a small smile.
"You alright there, Spam?" He asks with a little laugh.
Wait.
Spamton knows that laugh.
Tenna knows exactly what he's doing.
He narrows his eyes a little, maybe if he plays along, he can catch him slipping up.
"YUP." He replies flatly.
"Okay! Enjoy your pancakes dear." Tenna smiles at him, and starts eating his.
They sit in comfortable silence as they eat their food, Tenna takes the dishes and cleans them idly after they finish. Still wearing that apron.
Eventually, they saunter into work, albeit a little early, but being early is being on time, and being on time is being late, as Tenna seems to regularly say.
He greets everyone cheerfully, while Spamton just hovers, he tends to just float about, not really doing much until he's desperately needed by someone, usually Tenna. Not always for... work related matters. Spamton shivers a little as he remembers last weeks little adventure into the storage closet during lunch break.
The day goes by in a bit of a blur for Spamton, not much going on, and before he knows it, he's sat at the Green Room bar with Tenna having after-work drinks and chatting with Ramb.
"Whoo! I tell you, Ramb, re-running the same movie three times really takes it outta you!" Tenna chuckles, taking a sip of his drink.
"Couldn't do it myself, love. No clue how you manage." He replies with a smile.
"Ah, well, don't think I would without my dearest partner, hm, Spam?" Tenna nudges him with his elbow, coaxing a laugh out of the smaller man.
"YEAH, YEAH. WE ALL KNOW YOU'D BE [[Burnt toast]] WITHOUT ME." Spamton says, grinning.
"Mmm. Probably. Welp! I sure am tired. Best be going, hm, Spa- oh! You alright there?" Tenna says, tilting his head at Spamton, who has now gone bright red and looks like he's about to blow a gasket.
Turns out, Tenna had stretched to the point where his dress shirt had ridden up, only a little, and gave Spamton a glimpse of something...
White and laced.
He swore this TV was going to be the death of him.
"WERE GONNA GO HOME NOW. BYE [[Cult of the-]] RAMB." Spamton managed to get out before promptly dragging Tenna by the sleeve out the door and into the car.
The drive home was mostly silent, Spamton drove with his jaw clenched tight, probably not as tight as his slacks currently were. Tenna sat in the passenger side, still keeping up his "goody-two-shoes" act. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was killing Spamton.
They walked up the stairs in silence.
Walked through the front door in silence.
Tenna locked the door.
And was immediately dragged down to Spamton's height by his tie.
"YOU THINK YOU'RE REAL [[Funny pages]], DON'T YOU." He spat at him, Tenna blinked at him and smiled.
"I have no idea what you're on about." He said with a small grin. He was getting cocky.
"TENNA." Spamton warned, Tenna's face went pink, he swallowed a little.
"Yes?" He whispered.
"THE [[Apron]] THIS MORNING WAS ON PURPOSE, WASN'T IT." He demanded. Tenna nodded, cockiness slowly starting to melt.
"YOU'RE NOT WEARING NORMAL [[Undergarments]], ARE YOU." Tenna shook his head. Spamton sighed, and paused for a minute, in which Tenna got redder and redder, his fans whirring faster every second he was held like this, with his partner staring at him the way he was, like he wanted to devour him whole.
"BEDROOM. NOW." He let go of Tenna's tie, to which Tenna immediately scampered off and out the room.
Spamton chuckled to himself and let out a low sigh.
"MAYBE I SHOULD CELEBRATE MY [[Birth Certificate needed for authentication]]DAY MORE OFTEN." He mumbled to himself before walking into the hallway, and made a beeline for the bedroom.
He walked in, expecting Tenna to be sat on the bed, still clothed, tail wagging. Instead he found him, completely bare except for lacy, white lingerie, ribbons adorning various parts, he was not, in fact, sat on the bed, he was instead lay in the middle, legs spread wide. The only thing that stayed the same was his tail thrashing wildly beside him. Spamton almost buckled from the sight, and thanked every god that could possibly exist for such a sight he had been blessed with.
Tenna let out a little giggle as he looked at Spamton, who had almost immediately starting taking off his clothes after walking in, but had that giggle punched out of him, possibly due to the foot harshly pressed down on his pelvis, Spamton was still wearing his socks and garters, and somehow that just made it more appealing to Tenna, he let out a breathy whine as Spamton just stared at him.
"Spa- Spammy.." He whimpered, Spamton cocked his head to the side.
"WHAT'S THE MATTER [[Angel]]?" He replied with a sickly sweet tone, this was backpay for the apron, and the little "accidental" peep-show he'd given Spamton earlier.
"Mhnn... please.." Tenna whispered, shifting to try gain any kind of friction.
"I'M SORRY, [[I can't hear you]] TENNA." Spamton removed his foot from it's place, enticing a whine out of the CRT.
"M' sorry about teasing you today... just- please. I'm all yours." Spamton shivered at the last sentence.
"SAY [[That]] AGAIN." He demanded, Tenna looked at him confused for a split second, then leaned his head back to look at the ceiling.
"All yours, Spammy. I'm all yours..." He whispered, hands trailing up his chest, only for one to be grabbed by the man on top of him.
"SHRINK. MY [[How tall are you?]]" Spamton said, within seconds Tenna was caged beneath Spamton, hands pinned above his head.
"GOOD [[CRT]]" He whispered into his shoulder, Tenna let out a whimper, which only increased when a hand snaked down to run its hand over the dampness slowly growing between Tenna's legs, gentle at first, only increasing in firmness the more Tenna struggled.
"Fff- ohh~ pleaseplease Spammy-" He moaned, Spamton still staring into him, hand still working up Tenna, the other still holding his wrists firmly above his head.
"PLEASE WHAT, HM? PLEASE [[F$%&]] YOU UNTIL YOU [[Need repairs?]]? PLEASE [[Fingerbang]] YOU UNTIL YOU FIT [[Like a glove!]]? BE SPECIFIC." He snarled.
"O-Oh, all of it please please, all of it stuff me, fuck me, breed me I don't care, all of it pl-please-" Tenna rambled, brain fogged over, not in control of his own words. Something Tenna had said must have awoken some kind of primal instinct within the man above him, because before Tenna could finish his pathetic begging, he felt himself be filled to the brim, Spamton had thrust himself inside of Tenna, no preparation, and bottomed out immediately. Tenna let out an undignified yelp which quickly turned into a moan as Spamton started essentially pounding into Tenna as if he were some kind of fleshlight, the only sounds coming from him were small groans, while Tenna was squirming and whining and crying, begging for more, more, more.
There were tears streaming down the TV's face as he felt the knot in his gut starting to get too tight, he was right on the brink, and by the look on Spamton's face, he knew it.
"YOU GONNA [[Come here!]], TENS? WELL, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO [[Wait your turn]] NOW, AREN'T YA." And all of a sudden, all movement stopped, Tenna let out a choked cry and wiggled against Spamton's grip.
"Wai- wait, nononono- pleaseplease Spammy you can't- I- mmph-!" A hand quickly came down on his mouth to quieten him. Spamton leant down into Tenna's neck and whispered breathily.
"I SAID. YOU'RE GONNA [[Need a lift?]] TO WAIT. YOU'VE HAD YOUR FUN TODAY, NOW YOU CAN [[Suffer the consequences]]." Tenna's stomach dropped, he'd really fucked up, hadn't he?
Spamton kept staring right into his soul as he started running his hand over the wet heat between Tenna's legs, stopping every time Tenna looked just on the edge, much to his dismay. It went on like this for a good ten times, to the point that Tenna's begging wasn't even words anymore, just garbled static and random whines and words botched together in some kind of mildly comprehensible sentence. It got to a point where Tenna was just sobbing, small whispered "please, please" s spilling from his voice box, when Spamton finally removed his hand, and kissed him gently.
Before fucking him with wild abandon.
It was like a switch had been flicked, the gentleness that had been shown just seconds earlier thrown entirely out the window as Spamton thrust into him like it was his last day on earth, Tenna's volume had magically been turned up to it maximum capacity, he was screaming, moaning, whining, whimpering, begging Spamton, thanking Spamton.
Tenna was closer than ever, screaming and begging for release, when Spamton finally said the thing he'd been wishing for since this started.
"[[Come]] FOR ME, [[Angel]], YOU'VE EARNT IT."
With a gut wrenching cry, Tenna came, back arched and practically lifting Spamton up, to which he let out a small gasp and grabbed onto Tenna's hips. Tenna was seeing heaven, mouth open in a silent scream as he came down from his high, panting. Tail thrashing wildly beside him.
"TENNA. YOU [[A-Okay]]?" Spamton said gently after a minute, to which Tenna lazily nodded.
"Mmhm.. 'm okay.." He croaked, pulling Spamton down to lay on top of him, they were still the same size, so Tenna could wrap his legs and tail around Spamton.
"YOU WANNA GO GET [[Mouthwashing]] UP?" Spamton mumbled into Tenna's chest.
"In a minute." He whispered back, running a hand through his partners hair gently. Spamton just nodded and wrapped his arms around him and let out a content sigh.
"Happy birthday, Spam." Tenna muttered, Spamton let out a little chuckle.
"THANK YOU, TENNA."