Tenna loves getting fucked. It makes him feel like the center of attention. He knows he has a nice ass, he wants to feel how much you love it. He wants to feel doted on and desired no matter who is on top, but sometimes he REALLY wants to bottom. He loves the way it feels, he loves the careful precautionary probing of your fingers inside, how exposed he is. He loves the feeling of you inside. Doesn't matter if you've got a penis or if it's a strap, it's you fucking him, inside him, bent over him.
Sometimes you'll come home and he'll demand to be ravished. "It's been such a LONG day, honey," he'll say, and he can't keep his hands off you, rubbing his thumb between your shoulder blades. "The lights all fell at the carnival set! It was a complete CLOWN NIGHTMARE!!" but the last thing he's thinking about is the soundstage. He's thinking about your skin, the way you sweat with exertion just to please him, the way you smell when you're turned on. He's not subtle. "You know what sounds good? You know what sounds like a treat and a half? Hmm? Don't cha' just wanna RIDE me like a six-speed bicycle??" That makes you laugh, he makes you laugh, and he presses his lips into your hairline on the couch.
Tenna is so large and such a weird shape that getting close to him is strange, there's ways about it that you have to figure out and develop. His head is big, and hangs over the rest of his body, so you can't press your chests together as you kiss. Even sleeping in bed, his body dwarfs you, so you have to wrap your arm around his neck or his waist. You can't kiss him while you sit on his lap, and you can't kiss him when you're between his legs.
He likes it even better when it's your idea. He always loves it when you initiate anything, it makes him feel sexy, especially when you say you've been thinking about him all day, because he's definitely been thinking about you. If the two of you fumble into the bedroom, all tongues and teeth, and you order him to bend over the side of the bed, Tenna has to keep himself from pulling confetti out of nowhere. It hits him with arousal straight in his lower guts, anytime you know what you want and he gets to be a good boy while you come and take it. When he's behind you and you're tugging him by a leash, demanding faster, harder. When he's pleasuring you with his hands and you tell him exactly where you want it and how, spread out over the sheets while he's curled around you, and he's so big that you can only tease him back with your foot until he comes in his pants. When he's got his mouth on you and your chest is rising and falling so fast, your breath so heavy and sweet. When you're doing this. He gets to take orders instead of giving them out, even if he takes a few creative liberties sometimes, when he knows he can make it even better for you.
Tenna's on his back, propped up on pillows, his legs off the side of the bed, and you're between them. He looks down and watches you, watches the way you bite your lip at how he clings when you pull out and push back in. That initial discomfort and the euphoria of being penetrated, that feeling he couldn't quite emulate all those years he was on his own. You like him like this, need him like this, when the stage lights are off him, and he's needy and vulnerable and you want to take care of him. You'll push a little bit deeper and he'll whine, a little bit strange but then easing into pleasure. He knows that all you're focused on is how he feels, his comfort, your hands rubbing up his thighs, your lips kissing up his chest, and that pleasure builds and builds until he's rocking back up against you.
Tenna is grabbing a pillow in both arms, one of the big Tenna-sized ones, trying not to bite into it and tear it apart with his teeth. The bed shakes, and his feet are planted on the ground behind you for extra stability. His face is that salacious shade of pink and wet and huffing, and his cock is bobbing with every thrust into him. You're going hard now, and he sits up so he can pull you into his chest. "So good, t-top of the line, EXCELLENT! H-harder, honey, please!!"
You're starting to feel the exertion, and you pant, into his chest, "you look so pretty like this." You can feel the way his cock jumps at that, against your stomach. Massive thighs press in a little harder on either side of you. "I've been so hungry for this, to push you down and make you mine. And you love it, hmm? Can't get enough?"
He whines, nails digging into your back, "I'm all yours! Your TV!! K-keep going-keep, oh, heck…" and Tenna is such an overwhelming presence. He's huge and clingy and needy and he's pulling you so close. His overheating chest is making you sweat, his robotic body hisses and groans as he moves, his back is arching towards you, he's muttering under his breath, "please, please, sunshine, please," and you want to keep him like this for the rest of time. You pump harder, grind into his prostate, and he makes this terrible, squealing moan as he shoots his load out against your stomach. Trembling, toes curled, he grabs you as he falls backwards to keep you as close as possible.
When you tell him he did good, he smiles so hard he feels like his screen might crack. His antennas twist up around each other. You feel hot and you smell hot, your body sweaty and turned on; all his. "Let's do that again," he says, panting, one hand lazily combing through your hair and the other behind his head, "let's do that again, and again, and again. Let's do that forever."
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