I love tv! I love tv!!

“Really?” Tenna asked incredulously, after you explained the situation to him. “This is why you’ve been holding out on me these past few months?”

You dropped your gaze away from his face but quickly returned it when you noticed he was still, somehow, rock hard. The two of you had been in the middle of a heated makeout session on his couch when you tore yourself away to break the news, and apparently it would take a lot more than a sob story to rein him in. “I thought you deserved at least a little warning.”

“This whole time, I assumed — and this might be a shock considering my playboy reputation, which is definitely still going strong — but I assumed you haven’t slept with me yet because… you just don’t really want me in that way.” His screen dimmed a bit. “I’ve been trying to figure out what I was doing wrong. Ha! Can you imagine?”

“Oh. No, no, no! There’s nothing wrong, handsome.” You crawled onto his lap and took his hands in yours, tilting your head up to kiss the underside of his screen. “It’s just a lot of work to get me to… well, you know. I didn’t want to burden you. It’s something that would take time and effort, if it’s even possible at all.”

“Burden?” He cocked his head. “But that sounds like a net positive.”

“What?”

“I’d have to, oh, I don’t know… hold you down for hours a time and run my tongue against you, right? Play with you and tease you so long that it feels like there’s no end in sight? Like a marathon? An extended cut?” His words were getting faster as he spoke, catching up to the wag of his tail. 

He got like this sometimes: overly excited at the prospect of hoarding your attention at length. Those sharp teeth he normally hides behind his TV host smile come out, and his antennae swivel like they can pick up on your thoughts and feelings without you having to even voice them. His fans kick into a high enough gear that they can be heard from several feet away. 

“Those are some very specific examples!” you managed after a beat of flustered silence. “But, yes, I suppose we could try some of that, if you’d like — if you’re sure.”

And then he was lifting you up bridal style, his arms squeezing tight around you. One hand gets ahead of itself and cups your chest as he carries you down the hall, toward his bedroom, at a speed you hadn’t been aware he was capable of. Most of his screen had grown dark by now, but the glow of his smile was enough to light the way without him fussing with the light switch.

“Just, please, don’t get your hopes up too much,” you squeaked. Past the excitement of finally giving into him, your nerves were eating at you. “I need the fact that we’re doing this at all to be enough for you. If I can’t come, I don’t want you to feel—”

“You’ll come.” He was certain, dropping you down on the bed and undoing his tie with quick, jerky movements. He tugged hard enough at it that you worried it might have been suffocating him. “There isn’t another option. We’ll keep going until you do. I have all night.” He shoved his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath against the sensitive skin. “And tomorrow too, if we need it. Who doesn’t love a sequel, after all?”

You gasped as he got to work pulling your clothes off. For somebody who claimed to have all night, he sure seemed like he was in a rush.  

His mouth found yours, overwhelmingly big and demanding, shortly after your body was bared to him. This kiss was different from the others you’d shared with him before; there was a weight there that pushed far past your lips, reaching down into your chest and beyond. His breaths came hot and fast as you let him run his tongue over your woozy smile.

“You know,” he murmured against you after what felt like an eternity, because even when his mouth was occupied, he had an incessant need to run it, “I’ve always loved how soft you are.” His hand grazed your side before curving around the pocket of fat above your womb. “Makes you so nice to look at, so perfect to feel. Gives me something to hold onto when we’re snuggled up watching your favorite movies. I’ve wanted to get a close-up like this for… well, longer than appropriate, I’d say.”

Before you could question him, he ducked his head down, trailing wet kisses over your breastbone before peppering your tummy with them. His hands roved over your skin, grabbing at your chest, pulling your legs apart, looping softly around your throat before he thought better of it and took hold of your hips instead. His antennae twitched at every sound you made, straightened at each tense of your muscles, and carefully cataloged your reactions.

“I’m used to waiting for you by now,” he continued. “We can take our time here.” His lips eventually came to brush against the crease between your thigh and your cunt, the huff of his breath sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “So, just tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he cooed. His hands slipped underneath you to take hold of your ass. “Help me to help you feel good. Please? I’ll do anything you need me to. Anything.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better view of him. His screen was back on, his nose hovering just above the warmth of your arousal, but his smile had a sharp twist to it now.

“Your mouth,” you choke. “On me. Tasting me. Maybe with your fingers? Let’s start with that.”

He obliges you happily, his tongue running flat and slow over you. It’s so big that, without your legs spread open all the way, the sides of it spill over onto your thighs. Immediately, you fall back onto the bed and bury your face in your arms with a moan. Everything has been dull for you down there for quite some time, but the size and texture of Tenna’s tongue — paired with the soft discharge of static from his screen — is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. It cuts through the numbness more than anything else ever has.

“Oh, do you like that?” he hummed. There’s an edge of excitement to his voice, and he reaches a hand up to pull your hands away from your face. “All that big talk but you’re already trembling! And you’re so, so wet for me. Ha! I might come out of this experience water damaged at this rate!”

“Y-you feel good.”

His tail flicked sharply behind him. “That’s right. Mm, I make you feel good, don’t I?” He was riled up now, rubbing the outline of his dick through his pants. He scattered a few enthusiastic kisses over your vulva, each one sending you sinking further into the mattress. “You want more. You want the things only I can give you.”

You nodded, his words winding their way through your thoughts and sending a wave of arousal through you. Dirty talk had always been a challenge for you, but Tenna was a good enough actor to ultimately play your role on your behalf, rambling about how much you needed him and being right every step of the way. 

“My poor, sweet little angel.” More kisses, this time focused over your clit. He used one hand to run a finger between your folds, and the other to keep your hips pinned to the bed as your back lifted off the mattress. His resulting groan buzzed against you. “Left to your own devices for too long, too shy to ask for help. I feel just awful. Had I known, we could’ve gotten you what you need sooner. I’m so sorry, pumpkin, I really should’ve been, nghh, more attentive.”

“No, it’s not your fault, T-Tenna, I—”

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here now, and that’s what matters. I’ll take care of you.” His laugh pushed a breath of air over your clit, and you squeezed your thighs around the front of his screen.

“Please, your f-fingers—”

Before you could get the words out, he lined up his middle finger against you. It pushed inside after just a few seconds, and he took a shuddering inhale. With his size, there was a challenging stretch, but you were wet enough that he could push all the way down to the knuckle without issue. “Just look how needy and, hahh, neglected you’ve been!” His finger pumped into you slowly, pausing briefly with each abrupt squeeze of your body around it. “That’s all in the past; no use dwelling on reruns when we have a whole new season to shoot, sweetheart! You’re in good hands now.”

He shifted you further up on the bed, keeping the gentle pace of the digit inside you, and climbed on top, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You’re taking me so good already.” His next kiss fell on your cheekbone, lapping up an overwhelmed tear that had slipped down your face. “So flustered and sweet and, stars above, t-tight.” A carefully placed peck on the corner of your lips. “It’s so hard deciding what part of you to put my mouth on. I’m spoiled for choice, I tell you!”

Even with the butterflies gathering in your stomach, you had to glance to his nightstand to check the time. It wasn’t something you could stop yourself from doing. How long had it been since he’d laid you down and started babbling to you? Were you already close to taking too long?

But, at some point since entering, he must have thought to knock his alarm clock over with his tail. It was sitting face down on the wood, silent and unreadable. 

“Eyes up here, gorgeous,” he instructed softly, taking your chin in his hands so that you were staring into his screen. “I want to see all those perfect little faces you’ve been making at me. I’m giving you quite the show. Don’t I deserve your full attention? I can never get enough of it, you know.”

You certainly did. He’d made it abundantly clear from the moment you’d met, actually.

His fingers twisted inside you, seeking out new angles until a choked cry left you, your eyes rolling back into your head. “Ah, there it is!” he said. “That’s the money shot, folks. Right? Right?” He sounded giddy, wiping the drool that had pooled across his screen onto his shoulder. “Do you like that? Hm?”

“Y-yes, Tenna. Right there again, mmph, please.” Your legs were starting to ache after being held open for this long, and your stomach sore from tensing against each shock of pleasure he sent through you. “F-faster, maybe? A little bit?”

He picked up his pace, screen flickering. Your cooperation had him grinding into the air, but he didn’t reach down to relieve himself. Instead, his free hand cradled your head and wrapped itself in your hair. He moved down to nip at your earlobe before whispering, “Faster? Harder? Deeper? More? Can’t get enough?”

You desperately ground your hips against him. “M-mmhmm.” You were at the point where you were stuck ramming into a mental wall. He felt so good, and he’d been so patient with you, but gratification was eluding you, as it so often did. “More, more, more. F-fuck, Tenna, you’re making me feel amazing.”

As your eyes wandered to the steam slipping from his vents, you wished you knew what piece was missing. There had to be something that could get you there. No matter how much you searched, though, you couldn’t find it; if you could, you’d be begging him for it in a heartbeat.

Tenna didn’t seem to mind at all how sticky with sweat you’d gotten. In fact, he was thrilled. His nose buried itself in your skin, breathing in as much of you as his synthetic lungs could hold. He whined with every moan that escaped you and tightened his grip on your hair whenever you fluttered around his fingers. 

When you took hold of his antenna, pulling him back into a kiss, his body stiffened. In the same moment, a startling jolt of voltage shot through your arms and into your bones, right down to the core. The sensation was sharp enough to cut straight through the last stubborn thread of numbness.

“T-Tenna! I’m — you feel so — angel above, I need you, ahhhHHhh, IneedyouIneedyouIneedyou so bad! You’re gonna make me —”

Months and months of pent up frustration came crumbling down all at once, knocking the breath out of you and crushing you under the weight of your orgasm. Tenna did not speed up, slow down, or remove his lips from yours. He swallowed your moans, forcing your mouth open with his tongue and savoring every sweet sound you made. Your muscles burned and the light of his screen grew blinding. 

“So good for me,” he mumbled softly against your lips, voice strained. 

When your vision returned, your gaze lingered on the pretty little details of his face: the colorful phosphor dots that, you supposed, were his version of pores; the odd curve of his upper lip over his fangs; the slow dimming and brightening taking over his screen as he fought to catch his breath. Then, your eyes slipped lower.

Your hands moved to cup the side of his screen. “Tenna, did you… without me even touching you…”

“I may have gotten a little carried away,” he muttered sheepishly, moving his hand to cover the wet spot now seeping into his pants. “What can I say? You really know how to get your audience going.”