its certainly not one he would bring up on his lonesome, even if he wants to— at least not if there's a sizable age gap. ironically it would be easier for him to talk about if you were closer together in age… otherwise he might worry about erm. scarring you off? basically?

he knows he's intense, and he would treat this pretty intensely too right blah blah. so we have to assume this has just, never come up in conversation. he's only ever gonna spring for stuff he thinks his partner will go crazy for, after all, he's a people pleaser. your pleasure is his pleasure.

And to be clear: there's not a lot you could do or say, in the bedroom, that would turn him off. He's… erm. A little shameless, and very into, a lot of weirdo shit most people can't. Like in canon alone we see he electrocutes himself on purpose, he flushes when he gets shot in the head, he will not shut the fuck up about how awesome it is to make people laugh or cry and forcing them to 'like it' so he's. He's a s&m dacryphiliac electrostim tickle freakazoid he's gonna say Yay Awesome if you call him basically anything in the bedroom. Sir would make his penis hard, I don't see master doing much for him but if you like it he'd shrug and go along with it, he's not fussy in this specific regard. But daddy. Well!!!! Gee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He hhhhhas a s...oft spot for t;hat…

Tbh I think 'big brother' could also get his cock up like crazy but that's another fauxcest dynamic for another time. <3 this is about calling him daddy <3 making him cum way too fast <3

Maybe taking a break outside the studio between commercial breaks. Just getting some air. It can get so warm under the lights, and you're so soft! He's very enamored with the way skin flushes and grows sweaty. Wants to lick it off, after he sniffs all over you. Like a pervert.

But he's trying to pretend to be a gentleman, so instead he clears his throat and says ohhhh you just look so wonderful today sweetie. He's so happy when you visit him at work. Maybe he notices your shoe is half untied, and he offers to tie it, leans down before you can answer. He loves doing stuff like that. Taking your coat off for you when you enter a room, opening doors for you, ect. It's romantic, yes, but also a bit. Paternal. And he never got to help Kris or Azzy tie their shoes. Makes him pouty, so he tries not to think about it.

Ofc he gets distracted while he's down there bc that means he's close to your legs and ass and crotch. And you're sweating from the lights and his antenna are twitchinggggg and he's like you know WHILE I'm down here I might as well, right? You don't mind, do you dear? And of course, again. He would not wait for an answer. He'd just pull your skirt up or tug your shorts down. Kiss and lick up your thighs, start to eat you out. Even if you're tugging on his antenna and your knees give out, he can hold you up with one hand and stuff his tongue deeper while you start to cry. And his screen is so hot, pressed against you, as you buck. 

And he can pull back when you kick out a bit from the stimulation and chide you and say be careful hon you don't wanna kick your shoes off do you? I just tied them!!! Clumsy!!! And you might say sorry, daddy. You might say that! And he might, um. Black out. Screen buzz and spark off for a moment, short circuit. And he rouses with a slicked screen where you climaxed, and a stain on his pants where he came untouched just bucking against nothing repeating that over and over and over in his head. Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy.

I quite like the idea this particular individual is… some form of super fan, a stalker. Maybe someone very taken with the idea of Tenna as this cute, silly, incorruptible figure that they desperately want to rape. Perhaps this person has trauma of their own, due to a past assault, and finds the idea of a reciprocal romance frightening, especially one that involved Tenna expressing his attraction to them.

This person might leave letters to Tenna, talking about how cute and lovable he is, how terrible they feel for wanting to hurt him. How he's such a great host, and everyone should adore Tenna, and they don't understand why his show isn't getting as much attention anymore. And Tenna, of course, who has gone so long without proper fan engagement uhhhh especially from someone willing to detail to him how many times he like. Chuckles and how many pixels are on his screen and the exact different shades of pink his various nearly identical suits are just. A bunch of insane shit nobody in their right mind should notice right. Interspersed with compliments. And the occasional threat to Tenna's safety. Well. Tenna is jorking his penis. Shrugs.

Bit of uhhhh reverse irony one might say. That the stalker is so conflicted and guilty while Tenna pants and growls and shoves each letter to his face to huff and sniff hoping to catch the scent of whoever is giving him all this wonderful attention. Hand down his pants, gripping his cock, whimpering as he strokes off to the idea of catching them leaving one of their letters and fucking them so hard they can't walk out of his dressing room. Where I presume these letters are being dropped off. He must have a dressing room and an office, but I figure it's a bit harder to get in there… almost as hard as he is walking home or to his car at the thought of getting watched! Teehee <3 starts wearing tighter pants hoping they can see his cock, stops wearing his tie so he can unbutton his collar like a whore and bend over mid broadcast to show off his chest.

He wants to know what they look like so badddd. Sets up his own cameras hoping to catch a glimpse of them, but they've got a mask on when they come to drop their next letter off, and he snarls and breaks the monitor in frustration. They seem so very, very sweet. He wonders if they grew up watching him? They talk about every decade of his work with such fondness, they must be a longtime fan. He does so love his fans. And this little fan has become so very special indeed.

Of course he finally wakes up groggy one night in his penthouse, hands shackled to the steel frame of his bed. His screen is already foggy, and his tongue feels numb. He rolls his hips up into heat as awareness comes back. He had been dreaming a wonderful dream, all dizzy pleasure and warm attention attention attention… now he's gazing down at a pair of legs, wrapped snugly at his waist, as someone squeaks and lifts their body off his cock with a stuttered apology.

He gawks for a moment, and they press their hands over his mouth, like they want to silence him. Which almost makes him laugh in shock, still dazed, because he's a TELEVISION, and he speaks from his speakers. They must know that. They're a fan. Half naked, only in that old TV Time shirt that was a limited run of a merchandise line from ages ago… same one he saw his special little fan wearing, back when he set up the cameras he had hoped would give him a glimpse of their face.

"Sorry, Tenna. I just like you so much." They drop their hips back down on him, half soft, and he grunts as they start to rock, unpracticed little wiggles of their body against his in a way that's just. Too. Cute. "Y-You can close your… erm… I mean, you can shut your screen off and pretend this is a dream, okay?"

His claws flex, popping out from where they sheathe in his fingers as they slide up and down on his length. They've never taken someone his size before, because they only sink halfway down before they push themself back up on shaking knees. Watching them makes his mouth fill with drool, fangs growing sharper. He still can't see their face. They've worn that surgical mask again, but he can see how dilated their pupils are… and he can see how nervous they are, too. Too nervous to stay on him long enough for either of them to get off, how their whole body shivers when they run their hands across the metal on his chest.

"It's not my fault, I just like you. I like you, I love your show, I love TV, I like how you walk and talk and I like how you dance and laugh and— and— Oh!" They startle a bit when his size jumps, whole body shifting to accommodate the sharp flare of ego that sends his head spinning. "I… haven't seen you do that on air in awhile, sorry."

"Keep going."

"H… huh?"

"Keep going, please. Come on." He whines, fingers shaking, wrists twisting as he jerks at his restraints. He wants to flip them over, and really hammer into them. "You keep— pulling off, pulling back. Don't you wanna make your Mr. Tenna feel good? Really, really good?"

He tries to give them a smile, something to reassure them that he's not *mad* because how could he be mad at such a sweet fan? But a line of staticky spit drips past his sharpened teeth, down his screen, and they flinch.

"I…" They do it again, goddamnit, they pull back and flop against the sheets, scooting away from him entirely now, pushing their oversized shirt down to cover their slick legs and no no NO! NO! "I'm so sorry, I just love you. I have to go, okay? Please keep making TV f-fun."

He flexes his arms and yanks, and the chintzy chains they used to bind him to his bed frame snap. They scream, and it makes his head spin as he pushes them flat to the bed, shifting so he's over them, and he forces their legs apart with a quick kick of his knee against theirs.

"Don't leave. Don't you want an encore?" He pants, and this time when he pushes in, he goes all the way in. They shriek, but it feels so, so good, the way they squeeze him, that he can't help but start hammering in, licking the tears off their face as he hums his theme song just for them. 

He wonders if they know all the words; the theme only airs on holiday special episodes, but they must, right? If anyone would, it's his extra special fan, and oh. Sweetie. They feel so nice and wet, what were they so nervous about? How did they keep him under so long… did they press that magnet on the floor to his head, and scramble his brains while he slept, hoping they could sneak a kiss and cuddle and leave?