DevA!

The two of them had been casually meeting for months now, after their unceremonious reunion. Argumentative confusion (of course, a staple for the two of them), slowly turning into recognition. For Tenna, it was seeing his previous self on the poster Spamton could never bear to tear down.

For Spamton, it was seeing the partner he skipped out on alive, inhabiting flesh foreign to him (missed by others).

At first, there was hope - stupid, stupid hope - that with time, memories would come back to the new Addison. Their unconventional 'first' meeting melting away to be a funny memory, to talk about time lost. Exchange apologies, even if they made Spamton gag as the words spilled out. Yet as much as he divulged Tenna's old habits, company, and more, that flash of recognition in his new eyes was never reserved for Spamton.

In the present, Spamton took in a breath, feeling something in his gut constrict at the notion. Tenna's hands - far too gentle than they should be - grasped Spamton's hips, pulling him closer, looking for friction.

They never should have gotten to this point.

He knew better - he knew better - than to encourage any secluded time between them. He could recognize the signs of Tenna's clumsy flirting, the way he chuffed himself up to try and impress.

But… damnit. Spamton had no one else.

He finally gave into Tenna's pulls for more, letting their hips roll against one another - grinding their lengths, tugging a mewl from those soft lips. He shouldn't encourage it, shouldn't revel in feeling of Tenna wrapped around his cock once more. Hands against his plastic back, attempting to dig groves where skin used to be. There was still the uncertainty that this was a one time deal; Tenna was vibrant in his prime, and now here he was again, entrancing those who met him anew.

A mockery of what Spamton could have been.

His teeth clacked together, unable to reciprocate the kisses Tenna feverishly planted against his features. But he could bite. Mark up those shoulders and soft patches on Tenna's new skin. Force him to remember at least tonight.

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Lays here. This is inspired by fanart that ObaGam (18+ account) created. The original picture is not at all having these implications to my knowledge, I am just. Gestures. I want Spamton to have some more issues.

Thank you for reading! I'm having a heavy writer's block while also being new to this fandom, so this is just a short and simple thing. Sorry if this is incredibly ooc.

I've been working on an au-less actual smut piece for these two that finally hit 2k words recently, but I'm having to slowly gain up confidence to finish and post it. People are so creative with these characters! It's inspiring. I hope I can create more things too.