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Tenna groaned, sitting heavily on the bed. His right shoulder was aching, his fingers tingling unpleasantly. He overdid it today at work. He’d regained a lot of the strength in his arms but sometimes stress built up and he ignored the pain until it was almost debilitating. It was a stupid thing to do but it was hard for him to kick his workaholic habits, even after over a year in Castle Town. The Lightner Alphys had used him to show an educational movie to her class today. It had been a busy one!
He removed his shirt and jacket, sighing in relief as he tugged his suspender straps down. The pressure off his shoulders eased the pain a bit. He tried to massage and stretch the aching one as best he could.
This was how Spamton found him an hour later, tired fingers trying to work the wires and tendons of his still-sore arm.
“HEY HEY H EY, [[what’s cookin good lookin?]]” asked the puppet brightly, seeming in quite the good mood, especially at the sight of his shirtless husband on their bed. He strolled over, hopping up onto the bed. Then he noticed how Tenna dug his fingers into his shoulder. “‘U OK?”
“I, uh…” The urge to shrug off his pain and assure his partner he was fine was on the tip of his tongue, but he made himself stop. He didn’t need to constantly bury his pain and exhaustion anymore. Another bad habit to break. “Uh, no… I-it was a good day but my arm is really, um, bothering me.” He leaned down to kiss his husband. Spamton reached out and took his hand, his own small hands kneading his palm. It made his circuits tingle pleasantly, stimulating aching nerves.
“YOU NEED SOME [[tender love and care]] CRT! YOU OVERD-DID IT,” scolded his partner, his hands moving up to Tenna’s wrist and gently pressing between the metal tendons, encouraging them to relax.
“Yeah, I know, I can’t help it, Spammy! I got to show an educational program for the science class today, and you should have seen those kids—I can’t let my audience down!”
Spamton sighed. “YEAH YEAH, I KNOW. BUT YOU CAN’T [[Pushing Buddies]] THE W-WAY YOU DID WHEN WE WERE [[young and chipper!]]” Tenna flushed a bit. The puppet was right. Spamton’s opinion of Lightners was rather low, with the exception of Susie, Noelle and Kris, but he knew how much performing still brought joy to Tenna. TV Time: Castle Town Edition definitely kept him busy and made him generally happy, but the occasional times he got to perform to Lightners still brought him a feeling like no other. When that was the purpose you were made for, it was really hard not to still want to bask in that fulfillment.
But with Spamton in Castle Town, he was finding a new fulfillment. One that was reciprocal and brought him a sense of contentment and happiness he’d only ever known when they were together in TV World, and their relationship had been fraught with uncertainty then. But now all they had were each other—no more constant outside obligations.
Maybe this was how life should have always been.
“Ow—!” Spamton pressed down on a particularly sore spot and he flinched. The puppet jumped and patted him sympathetically.
“I’M S-SORRY—”
“Not your fault,” Tenna hurriedly assured him. Man, he’d really gone too hard today. Maybe this would be a lesson to him.
“YOU’VE GONE SOME [[inflammation may result from]] IN YOU’RE [[system error]],” commented the puppet, pulling Tenna’s fingers open and letting them contract again. “LUCKILY [Have I got a DEAL for you!] ONE NITE O-ONLY! I HAD A [[hearty meal]] for [Lunchables] AND LOTS OF [[Kromer]]. I’M FULL OF [[Energizer Bunny]] SO JUST FOR [[TonightTonight.wav]] I CAN GIVE YOU A [[discount on spa services]] AND [[Happy Ending]]. WORK OUT TH-THOSE [[aches and pains]]. WHADDAYA $AY, [$10 DOLLAR]?”
Tenna had to smile. His little Spammy; once a salesman, always a salesman. And how could Tenna refuse a deal like that?
“That sounds lovely, Spammy. What should I do?”
“GET [Naked time!] CATHODE, AND GET [[comfy cozy]], I JUST NEED TO GRAB A FEW S-SUPPLIES.” The puppet kissed his palm with a little kiss.mp3 sound and hopped off the bed, hurrying into the bathroom.
Tenna stripped down to nothing, flopping down on the bed. Now that he was lying still, he noticed the little aches and pains everywhere else too—his back, his feet, his neck. Oof. He felt old. But then, he was no spring chicken, and working too hard had consequences now.
But now he had someone who actually wanted to take care of him at the end of the day instead of just helping out because their contract demanded it.
Well, at least he was less dusty than he’d been. Alphys had kindly wiped him down before plugging him in for her class. He liked her; she seemed like the kind of Lightner who was more comfortable with machines than people.
He rolled over onto his stomach and folded his arms under his case, turning his face to the side. His screen flickered in surprise as a large silhouette appeared in the bathroom entrance. Oh, that was what Spamton had meant. Spamton NEO stepped into the bedroom and Tenna’s circuits did an excited little buzz. Those damn boots showing off his legs, giving his walk that sexy sway that drove Tenna nuts.
“READY FOR YOUR [Erotic Massage Parlors] EXPERIENCE?” purred the robot, his wings spreading wide, sending a rainbow of colors across the room from the backlight. He was carrying a bottle in one hand. He switched off the bathroom light and the rainbows vanished.
“Ooh, Spammy—I don’t know how I’m going to be able to relax like this,” he grinned, as his husband dimmed the suite’s lighting. He could feel his cock begin to twitch with interest against the mattress.
“YOU’LL BE SO [[Relaxing vacation]] THAT YOU’LL F-FORGET YOU WERE EVER [[Ow! It burns!]]” assured his partner. “JUST [[lay back and relax.]] AND SAY F1.”
“Um. F1?” A flash of green and a dozen adorable angels filled the air around NEO. They squeaked and fluttered down to where Tenna was laying, and he felt their gentle touches all over him. The initial aches diminished. “Spam—?”
“OK, BOYS, STEP ASIDE, IT’S [[Daddy’s turn.]]” The angels withdrew and he felt the mattress dip as Spamton straddled him from behind. He could hear the click of the bottle opening—massage oil, he realized (safe for machine Darkners, of course).
“ARMS DOWN BY YOUR [[sidings]].” Tenna obeyed, tucking a pillow under his head. Then NEO leaned down over him and Tenna groaned in pained delight as those powerful hands began squeezing and kneading his aching shoulders, the massage oil smearing over the metal and silicone. It was so firm and deep it ached, but behind every ache was a wave of relief as his pained circuits were forced to relax, even parts he didn’t realize were in pain.
“Ohhhhh Mamma Mia that feels so goooooood,” he practically slurred, static skipping over his screen as he finally began to relax. It felt as good as sex in a certain way, just as erotic, but also, God, he needed to be touched like this. He hadn’t realized how much tension he’d been carrying in his injured shoulders.
He could feel Spamton’s warm breath on his neck and then those hands moved together, kneading at the back of his neck, at the knot between his shoulders. “Ohhh—!” He shuddered as the release of tension rolled down his spine, making him feel like he was starting to melt into the bed. “Right there!”
“YOU’RE SO [[Noise ordinance]] TEN-N-NNA, AND I’M NOT EVEN [[deep penetration]] YOU,” teased his partner, and Tenna shivered as that long tongue brushed his vents. His cock gave a needful throb as Spamton’s hands began moving down either side of his spine, each touch making a soothing heat bloom in its wake.
“I h-had no—ooh, ah, yes, there, please—i-idea you had so much s-skill! This is p-practically professiona-a-ahhhhhh….” A particularly tight ball of tension in his lower back began to unravel as Spamton worked at the silicon flesh. He moaned into the pillow.
“I AM A [[#1 Rated Salesman 1997]] OF MANY [talent show].”
Tenna’s sighs, moans and whimpers intensified as Spamton carefully worked over his whole body, including the soles of his feet. By the time Spamton slowed down, Tenna was simultaneously worked up to within an inch of his life and more relaxed than he could ever remember being. His body felt hot and languid even as his cock twitched and throbbed desperately, leaking onto the bed.
“HOW ARE YOU F-FEELING?” asked Spamton, his voice far too innocently sweet, and his fingers gently dragged up Tenna’s spine, leaving sparks in their wake. Tenna gasped, fingers digging into the bedsheets, and came hard.
“Ahhh-hhhhah…. Hhhh…hah…” he moaned in pure pleasure, hot spurts of cum decorating the sheet beneath him. He hadn’t come untouched in… how long? He felt amazing. “Spammy…”
“WE’RE NOT [[all finished!]] YET, TENS,” growled Spamton, groping and kneading his ass firmly like dough. Unconsciously Tenna lifted his hips, but instead of prepping him, Spamton caught his hips and flipped him over.
“Oof,” gasped Tenna in surprise, and then suddenly there were little angels everywhere, their tiny caresses overwhelming his systems. They were undeterred by the steam hissing from his vents, each attending to a different part of his body. He whimpered as a couple of them locked in on his dick as his arousal began to build again. Spamton NEO withdrew from on top of him, lying on his side next to Tenna on the bed. “Spam—?”
“LET THEM EARN TH-THEIR [[Kromer]] CATHODE,” instructed the robot, propping his head on one hand as the other reached down to lazily stroke his tentacle. Tenna’s hands trembled and he felt the angels press tiny kisses to his fingers. He groaned, squirming as a dozen sensations vied for his attention.
Each tiny touch seemed to boost his HP just the tiniest bit, chasing away the remnants of any aches and pains. His heels scraped against the blanket as one of the little angels tugged on his antennae. He whimpered in pleasure and the angels trilled and chirped in response, redoubling their efforts. How had he never known his hands were so sensitive? Or his legs? The angels were able to attend to parts of him too delicate to massage otherwise, and their fluttery, gentle touches made heat build up in his core. Steam issued softly from his head as he sighed, twitching his hips just slightly as tiny tongues and fingers caressed his dick, mindful to not move too quickly and send them flying.
He was so warm and relaxed he wasn’t sure he could move much anyways. He was happy to lie here and let them take care of him. A large, warm hand caressed his chest.
“FEELS GOOD?” asked Spamton.
“So good,” he sighed, leaning his head to the side as Spamton kissed him, pushing his tongue deep into Tenna’s mouth. Tenna moaned around the intrusion, feeling overwhelmed again.
“THAT’S A [now for a sneak preview] FOR L-LATER,” purred Spamton, pulling back, and Tenna let out a weak laugh. Then he shuddered as his cock gave a hard throb, the angels chirping with excitement.
“I—I’m—it’s—” The flurry of touches everywhere was too much. Tenna raised his head, looking down at where the little critters were licking and grinding up against his cock, squeezing and rubbing as best they could with their tiny limbs. The sight should have been ridiculous but all he could think about was how hot it was. “Ngh—!” His screen blurred with static as he came again, and the squeals of excitement from the angels filled his speakers.
He pushed himself up slightly on his elbows, noting how they didn’t hurt anymore, and took a breath, feeling his systems work to cool down. He couldn’t help grinning at the sight of the little F1 angels lying exhausted around his limp cock, stuffed full of his cum. It dripped from their little wings, grounding them. “Awww.”
“WELL DONE,” came Spamton NEO’s voice next to him, and the sound of snapping fingers poofed them away. His husband straddled him, hands firm on his shoulders, pushing him back into the pillows. They squeezed tight, and he sighed in pleasure. His shoulders felt as close to 100% as they probably ever would.
“I HOPE YOU’RE NOT TWO [[tired? No energy?]] YET,” said Spamton, sliding his hands down Tenna’s torso, trailing through the spots of cum decorating his lower belly. Tenna, loose-limbed and relaxed, lazily pulled one leg up for better access, setting his foot onto the sheets. Spamton smiled, his fingers glistening with massage oil. He got a grip on Tenna’s thigh, pushing his legs wide open. Tenna bit his lip in anticipation as finally he got massaged in a place where he’d been craving it.
Spamton leisurely stretched him open as he rolled his shoulders, reveling in the lack of pain. “We should do this more—aahhhh, mmm—m-more often, Spammy.”
“YOU LIKE WHEN I [[spoiled milk]] YOU, T-T-T-[[TEN CENTS?]]?”
“Spoiling? No! Caretaking! In sickness and health, remember?” Tenna crossed his arms under his head, smirking. Spamton gave him a look and crooked his fingers, drawing a needy whine from him.
“I DON’T REMEMBER P-PROMISING TO F-[[50% OFF!]] YOU INTO THE [[Black Friday Mattress Sale]] EITHER BUT H-HERE WE A-A-ARE,” growled his husband, climbing astride him. His long black cock twitched and squirmed eagerly, dripping fluid everywhere. Tenna whimpered as it slowly crept down his undercarriage, the tip teasing his hole.
“Spammy… please…”
“GET READY FOR [[Cathode Screams]]!” Tenna moaned in sheer delight as he felt that prehensile, thick length fill him. He reached up for his husband, pulling Spamton down and kissing him deeply as he stroked over his arms and wings. Spamton hummed happily into his mouth and thrust deep into him, producing that kind of ache that he craved.
“Mmm, I love you,” he sighed, pressing his screen against Spamton’s forehead. His husband made a low purring sound, neck fur fluffing up.
“I L-L-L-LOVE YOU T-TOO, TENS. YOU’RE [[mine, all mine]] IN SICKNESS AND [[Healthier Living Today]],” he replied shyly, ducking down to nuzzle Tenna’s neck. Tenna’s circuits felt like they’d burst from affection for his husband.
There was no more talking after that, only moans and sighs and gasps of “more” and “right there” as NEO languidly, tenderly fucked him into the mattress. Tenna’s body trembled, so relaxed and so worn out, as his wires burned with need and the impending orgasm. He gasped as Spamton bit into his shoulder, not hard, and thrust deep inside, filling him with come until it leaked out onto the sheets. He arched up into Spamton, his cock spurting as an orgasm struck him down to his core. He wasn’t sure it was possible to feel more relaxed or content.
“WISH I COULD STAY [[buried treasure]] IN YOU A-ALL THE TIME,” groaned Spamton, lifting his head, pressing kisses to Tenna’s screen.
“That was… amazing…” panted the CRT, feeling pretty sure he’d never be able to get up again. That was fine.
“HOW DO YOU F-FEEL?”
“No more aches. Thank you, Spammy. You’re so sweet,” praised Tenna, catching his husband’s lips in another passionate kiss.
“YEAH, THAT’S ME. MR. [[Sweet n’ Low,]]” grumbled the robot good-naturedly, pulling out. “‘I’LL GET A TOWEL IN… A… M-MINUTE…”
Tenna couldn’t help the flower that bloomed from his nose at the sight of his husband passing out next to him. Just adorable. Humming to himself, he stood, stretching his arms above his head and reveling in the lack of pain. He got the towels, tenderly cleaned them both off, and tucked Spamton under the covers.
“In sickness and in health,” he murmured, lying next to his husband, listening to his snoring until the sound lulled him into a very deep sleep.