no bathroom breaks

Context:

Meanwhile, Tenna's hovering over the both of you, on his hands and knees, whimpering and vocally wishing he was more involved somehow; getting fucked, or fucking, or anything. He presses kisses to Spam's back, the top of your head, the back of your hand when you reach out for the headboard. He tries not to touch himself but he gets so worked up anyway, running his hands down your twitching legs, hearing the two of you moaning, pushing his hand under your belly to lift you; help out and change the angle.

You have to reassure him that he's needed and he's helping, obviously, and that he's being so good keeping his hands off his dick. Everything you or Spamton say makes his screen pinker, his vents hotter, until you're done, and panting, and rolled on your back, and he says, "w-well, since you're already prepped, and, ah, OPEN FOR BUSINESS... would you mind? Can I? Please, please, please???" With his cock already leaking.

Spamton laughs at him, "[[Congration]]!!! FIRST TIME [[Waits for his Turn]]!"

And he whines, "please, sweetheart, please," his cock hot against your thigh until you nod and let him in, and he says. "Thank you, thank you, golly, t-this wont take long, not long at all..." he slides inside and he's right, he has to try hard not to come instantly. Even surviving that, he doesn't last, whining and gasping and fucking you with uncoordinated desperation, while Spamton has climbed further up the bed to kiss him while he does it. You'll be lucky if he lasts 30 seconds. But it's good, you're relaxed and satisfied, and those few pounding thrusts feel wonderful even if you're not going to come again tonight.