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Tenna thought he had a decent grasp on what the people wanted—he was a T.V. host, for Pete’s sake! He didn’t expect the same people he broadcast to to set up a competition to decide who was the…“sexiest”? On a website he didn’t understand, and only became more horrified the more he learned about it against his will? What a world he lived in…
Though, he couldn’t argue with the attention, even if he’d never performed for an audience this large.
But, against all odds, attention wasn’t his primary focus here—no, it was the strange little fellow that’d nearly overtaken him in the competition.
The competition organizers had one rule for its participants: “Do not interact with your fellow competitors.” They refused to elaborate further on the why of it all, but clearly they were of little faith in the people competing. What, did they think upon meeting, competitors would twist themselves into abstract shapes in a desperate attempt to recreate the positions characteristic of late night adult channels?
Preposterous. Simply preposterous.
Though, now that his rival wasn’t in the competition…
It was curiosity—simple curiosity, nothing more!—that led to Tenna striding down the hall of competitor green rooms. He did find his antennae tweaking curiously with each room he passed: one where a shrill voice shouted about an “Extra Vote-inator” in a very enunciated way, one where he heard a much more grounded-sounding man rambling about how Xenon could be a solid, and one where he heard pounding against a wooden table accompanied by a deep voice chanting, “Bread!” over and over again–that one piqued his interest, but no. No, that wasn’t who he wanted to meet.
Tenna approached the door with a familiar picture of his competitor: the only point of reference he had for the man who’d made him sweat.
He should still be packing his things up… Tenna thought as he straightened his tie. Just treat this like one of your business colleagues, Tenna! That’s what you both are in the end, right? Colleagues of a different strain—
Tenna turned the doorknob and pushed open the door—
THAT DOESN’T MEAN DON’T KNOCK, YOU UTTER BUFFOON!
—and sized up the sentient dentures standing in front of one of the brightly lit mirrors. Unlike the photo that represented him, Caine wore a bright red tailcoat (If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s trying to steal my look! Tenna thought)—not that he looked any less dapper without that tight, sparkly black fit he’d had in the photo. Tenna found his gaze traveling from the smaller man’s broad shoulders and chest (broad, broad chest) to his tight (so tight) waist down to—
HOLY cowabunga-dero—
Caine’s eyes rotated one-eighty degrees to watch his uninvited guest through the gap in his head. “Ah! So, you’re Mr. Ant Tenna!” Caine said as his body followed his gaze. “I’m glad I got to meet you!”
Tenna awkwardly eased fully into the room and cleared his throat as he shut the door behind him. “The feeling’s mutual! You certainly put on quite the show out there!”
Caine’s eyes sparkled. “Wowie! You really think so?! I suppose I do know my way around an act or two,” Caine said as he placed the notepad he’d been fussing with in the cardboard box on the table.
Tenna stepped closer and leaned against a nearby chair. “You’re a performer?” he asked.
“Ringmaster, actually! Twenty years strong,” Caine preened as he straightened his bow tie.
A grin pulled at Tenna’s mouth as he sized Caine up. “Wow! You’re just the whole package, aren’tcha? No wonder you gave me a run for my POINTs.”
Caine picked up the Rubik’s cube on the table and brushed his thumbs over it. “Honestly, I didn’t think I’d get this far,” Caine admitted. “The last popularity contest I entered didn’t…end well. Not when it came to how I placed.”
“WHAT?! Dump whoever voted against you, then! Who wouldn’t vote for you?” Tenna argued. “Heck, I would’ve voted for you if I didn’t vote for myself!”
Caine’s top jaw peaked like a pair of curious eyebrows—something Tenna would not admit was cute and would not devote unnecessary thought to—as he looked at Tenna. Then, he laughed, a softer sound than Tenna had expected. “I appreciate the vote of confidence,” Caine said. “But I wasn’t in a good spot when that happened. I don’t blame anyone for not voting for me, then.”
Tenna’s mouth flattened into a thin line. “What about now?” He hadn’t expected to ask that, but the question fell past his lips nonetheless.
“Now? Well…” Caine tilted his head, his teeth clacking as he thought over the query. “I sure do hate myself a lot less! Even if I don’t feel like I need the validation as much anymore…” Caine placed the toy he held in the cardboard box and turned to stare at himself in the mirror with a triumphant expression. “It’s still nice to feel genuinely appreciated—even better now.”
Tenna eased off the chair and walked up to Caine, standing behind the smaller man with his hands on his shoulders. “Well, you seem like the kind of guy that’s always deserved to be appreciated,” Tenna said. “I’m glad you got the opportunity!”
“…Thanks, Mr. Tenna.”
“Please, just Tenna is fine! We’re friends, wouldn’t you say?”
Light flickered in Caine’s gaze. “Friends? Wowie! How exciting!” Caine enthused as he rocked on the balls of his heels.
…
“…You know,” Tenna started, not quite believing this was his strategy, “sometimes friends…come with benefits.”
Caine tilted his head again. “What other benefits could there be? Aside from just being friends?”
“Hmmmm properly appreciating each other, for one,” Tenna said, his large hands rubbing up and down Caine’s arms. A flush rose in Caine’s face as Tenna leaned down slightly and murmured, “Would you like that?”
“Gulp…” Caine swallowed thickly. “I, uh…I might…”
Tenna hummed pleasedly as his hands ran around Caine’s shoulders before dipping to the ringmaster’s tiny, tiny waist. “Friend, let me tell you a secret,” he lilted. Caine stood on his toes to listen closer, accidentally brushing closer against Tenna’s chest. “Now that I’ve seen you in person, I’m thinking you should’ve beaten me.”
Caine’s jaw quirked curiously. “How come?”
Is this guy playing innocent or does he actually not know that he’s got a mahoosive—
“You have something I only see in my dreams,” Tenna purred.
“I…don’t think I follow—!” Caine yelped as Tenna’s large hands squeezed around his waist, his fingers easily meeting in the middle.
“And it isn’t this,” Tenna said. “Or this—” He brushed his hands up to stroke reverently across the full expanse of Caine’s chest, pulling a delightful shiver from the little ringmaster. Tenna’s antennae flicked as he felt his body buzz with anticipation. “—it’s this.”
Tenna grabbed two handfuls of Caine’s ass and squeezed.
“Ah!” Caine cried out as he stumbled forward, his hands scrabbling for purchase on the table. “T-Tenna…mnf—”
Caine huffed softly as Tenna’s hands continued to greedily palm at the globes of his ass.
“Caine, you might just have the greatest ass I’ve ever seen—and I’ve seen a lot of great asses!” Tenna praised as he kneaded his fingertips into Caine.
That got Caine’s attention. “Y-You think so…?!” he asked, arching up against Tenna, his head barely brushing Tenna’s chest.
“Oh, sweet little songbird,” Tenna crooned as his fingers explored further, diving under the tails of his coat, under the hem of Caine’s spandex pants to touch beautifully textured skin—“why do you hide such an impressive part of yourself?”
“B-Because, nngh,” Caine panted, his body trembling in Tenna’s hold as he desperately tried to formulate words, “it isn’t—ah—it isn’t family-friendly—!”
Tenna’s antennae perked at this. “Ah, so that’s how it is,” he said. “Can’t have material like this on a channel for all ages.” Tenna pulled his hands from Caine’s pants, leaving an absolutely flustered Caine to stare over his shoulder at Tenna.
Such a needy expression he’s got, Tenna mused.
Before Caine could say anything further, Tenna dropped to his knees and curled his fingers in the hem of Caine’s pants.
“How about we touch that dial, then?”
Tenna shoved Caine’s pants down—No underwear? What a slut! Tenna thought—and pressed his lips right above Caine’s hole.
“Wh-Whoa!” Caine yelped as he jolted in Tenna’s hold—the contact and the static of Tenna’s monitor face affecting him in equal measure.
Tenna grabbed Caine’s hips and dragged the ringmaster toward him again. “Don’t be so shy! Flaunt what you’ve got!” Tenna enthused. He admired the strange, transparent png-esque pattern against Caine’s skin, that pulled and warped slightly as Tenna pushed and pulled at Caine’s delightfully full skin.
“Ahh! Mngh…”
Tenna heard a snap of gloved fingers right before the door’s lock snapped closed. Crafty fella, Tenna thought.
But he wouldn’t be distracted from what he wanted.
Tenna leaned forward and kissed the peak of Caine’s left cheek, admiring the give of his flesh as he tested his lips against skin. “Such a pretty backstage you’ve got here, buddy!” Tenna hummed in thought. “Although…it’s missing a little something…”
Caine gazed back at Tenna curiously, his mouth uncertain of what words would help or hinder here.
With no further preamble, Tenna bit down into Caine’s skin.
“O-Ohh!” Caine shook in Tenna’s hold, even as the T.V. host pulled back and laved his staticky tongue over the new bruise.
“Much better!” Tenna said after one last parting kiss to the mark he made. “But, I think you could use more…”
Tenna pressed kiss after kiss, bite after bite into Caine’s asset, slowly making his way from one side to the other. Caine clenched and unclenched his hands as he panted and whimpered under the attention, his lower half jittering as he tried desperately to keep from rocking back against Tenna’s face.
“Oh my,” Tenna purred in a sultry voice that was unfamiliar to Caine. He quickly returned to his normal chattering buzz as he said, “It appears I’ve left one part of you completely untended to! Let me fix that real quick!”
Tenna licked a wide stripe over Caine’s twitching hole.
“Haah!” Caine keened, his hips pushing into Tenna’s face. “P-Please don’t stop—!”
Tenna chuckled and spread Caine’s cheeks under gluttonous fingers. “Oh, buddy, I wasn’t planning on it—” Tenna tested the give of Caine’s tight muscle under his tongue, drenching his skin in saliva that made the muscles in Caine’s legs tingle. Caine arched and whined so prettily when Tenna decided to tease just a little more and suck at the corner of his hole.
“Mmm…” Tenna hummed as he finally pressed his tongue inside.
“Ha-ahh!” Caine seized up, his legs buckling under him.
Tenna quickly moved to prop Caine’s legs on his shoulders, bullying his tongue just a bit deeper into Caine’s body.
“Kh—Tenna!” Caine called out.
“Just like that, little showstopper—you’re doin’ great,” Tenna breathed. “Just relax for me a bit, yeah?”
Caine panted, desperately trying to catch his breath. “…O-Okay…” Caine finally said as he attempted to follow Tenna’s direction.
“That’s it, good job,” Tenna spoke lowly as he stroked along the small of Caine’s back, not missing the way his breath hitched under the compliment. Wonder if this little guy’s as praise-hungry as I think he is— “Good boy,” Tenna purred before plunging his tongue back in.
Caine gasped as he clenched tight around Tenna’s tongue. The ringmaster seemed to glitch and jitter as he whined and watched Tenna tongue-fuck him into submission. “I-I-I’m g-good…?” he asked, sounding on the verge of tears.
Tenna hummed against Caine, pressing his tongue as deep as it would go. He searched with the tip for that one specific spot he knew would drive any man wild, but boy oh boy did he need to see what it would do to Caine.
“Ah, ahh,” Caine warbled as he braced himself on the table, as Tenna carefully thrusted deeper into him.
Tenna felt a brush against euphoria as he brushed against that bundle of nerves and nudged more deliberately against it.
It took a minute for Tenna to comprehend that Caine was squealing his name in a pitch so high he could barely understand, that Caine was literally vibrating around him in response to his prostate getting stimulated. It took a minute to comprehend that Caine had been the one to splurt all over the dressing room table, his thick spend spreading and mixing with the drool dripping from his lolling tongue.
Talk about pent-up! Tenna thought. Not that I blame ‘im. Kinda gave me reason to see I’ve been a bit stifled, too…
“Ahh~” Caine moaned shakily as Tenna began to thrust his tongue in and out of his body again, as Tenna began to insistently knead at the fat of his cheeks with every part of his hands. “T-Tenna,” Caine begged. “N-Need…need more—”
Tenna pulled back and gave Caine’s loosened hole a parting lick. “What’s that, buddy?” he asked.
“W-Want more…need more…” Caine whined as he bucked his hips into empty air.
Tenna grinned and placed Caine’s shaky legs back on the ground. He stood and pressed his body weight against Caine’s back, forcing a pitiful whimper out of the ringmaster. “More what, Caine?” Tenna said, indulging in how sweet that name tasted on his tongue.
“I-I don’t know…!” Caine huffed in frustration. “S-Something that…makes me feel full…!”
“Oh! So something like this?” Tenna wondered as he nudged the fullness of his still-clothed cock against the dip between Caine’s cheeks.
Caine arched up against Tenna. “Mmph! Y-yes, that! Please!” Caine pleaded.
“Well, I’d love to, little buddy, but I don’t think it’ll fit—”
“Then make it fit—!” Caine cried desperately.
“Alright, alright, pushing buddy, but I gotta make some necessary preparations!” Tenna said. “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna leave you hanging, though!”
Tenna tapped a foot against Caine’s shin. “Squeeze your legs together for me,” Tenna directed. Caine eyed Tenna quizzically in the mirror as he watched the T.V. host pull a glove off his hand with his teeth. “Now, I’m gonna need you to take care of the heavy-lifting while I work. Put your hands on the mirror for me?”
Caine looked between the mirror and Tenna a good few times. “I can’t reach from here…? Not without stretching my arms at least.”
Tenna easily lifted Caine with his gloved hand on his waist and urged him closer to the mirror. “Can. You. Now?” he asked.
Caine cautiously reached out and placed his palms on the mirror. He nodded at Tenna.
“Good.”
Tenna unbuckled his pants with his free hand and freed his aching cock before shoving it into the tight space between Caine’s thighs, letting it press right up under Caine’s more diminutive parts.
Caine’s breathing hitched. Then, he keened as one of Tenna’s fingers shoved into his hole, helped along by the staticky saliva still coating his walls. As Tenna pressed that finger into Caine, he urged his hips forward, letting his cock brush Caine’s. As he pulled out, his cock pulled back, too.
“Oh,” Caine groaned as Tenna fucked his thighs, fucked his ass with his finger, drove him up the wall with enticing sensations he’d never even imagined before. Tenna’s cock twitched as it nudged against Caine’s, as his finger shoved deeper into him, as one finger became two that stretched.
“Sheesh! You’re still so tight!” Tenna groaned. “Relax, little buddy, relax…”
Caine panted out little whimpering sounds as he moved with Tenna as much as he could, rocking his hips back into the T.V. host as Tenna huffed and draped himself over Caine’s back. He struggled to keep his eyes open, to keep his mind focused as Tenna assaulted him with pleasure from every angle.
“T-Tenna…” Caine moaned as Tenna worked a third finger into his ass. “P-Please…”
“Please…?” Tenna huffed, the excitement clouding his own head too at this point.
“I-I want…” Caine swallowed. “Yours. I want yours inside me!”
Tenna pulled a mewl from Caine as he stretched his fingers out. “You think you’re ready?” he asked.
“Please,” Caine grunted as he bucked his hips. “I-I’ve been good, I need it, I don’t even care if I break, just put it in—!”
Tenna let Caine drop the short distance to the dressing table before dragging him back to the edge and rocking his hips against Caine’s ass. Caine’s back bowed against Tenna’s chest as he felt that cock at least twice the size of his own slide between his cheeks, thrusting along smoothly with the help of leftover spit.
“Please!” Caine cried. “I’ve been good!”
“I know you have, you’ve been a good boy, Caine. I think you’ve more than earned a reward,” Tenna purred. He leaned down next to the quivering Caine and propped up his chin to gaze at his reflection. “I just need you to do one more little thing for me. Can you do that?”
“A-Anything…” Caine breathed. “Anything.”
Tenna grinned. “All you’ve gotta do is say one little thing for me.” The T.V. host leaned in close and murmured into the space where Caine’s ear would reasonably be. “I LOVE TV; that’s all you’ve gotta say. And say it with some gusto, would you?”
Caine’s breath stumbled on the way out. “I-I do…” he started unsteadily. “I love TV… I LOVE TV!”
A flower sprouted from Tenna’s nose as he fawned over Caine. “Beautiful! Stunning! Showstopping! That’s right! You love TV…atta boy,” Tenna praised.
Tenna finally pressed his tip into Caine.
“A-AANGH!”
“Holy moly, still so tight! Ah, I knew you’d be a tight squeeze,” Tenna grunted.
Tenna grabbed the backs of Caine’s knees and pushed his legs onto the counter, spreading his ass wide to fully spear his cock into him. All the while Caine keened and whined with every new inch of Tenna’s cock being introduced.
“B-Big…so hot and big…I-I’m gonna…split in half,” Caine moaned as his eyes rolled back, reflexively tightening around Tenna.
“E-Easy—sheesh—almost got it,” Tenna groaned. “Just a little more…!”
“A-Ah—” Caine whimpered as Tenna’s tip nudged against his prostate, as he bucked his hips and spilled all over the counter for a second time.
“Sheesh, buddy, you’re so sensitive,” Tenna laughed. “It’s almost like you’ve never done this kind of thing before.”
Caine blinked again and turned his face away from Tenna, away from the mirror, as a bright blush alighted on his face.
Tenna took in Caine’s expression. “Oh, you…” he started. “You really haven’t, have you?”
A beat. Caine shook his head.
Tenna paused.
Well. Now this all makes a frightening amount of sense, Tenna thought.
Tenna’s arms came around and folded across Caine’s stomach. “I’ll start gentle,” Tenna promised in a voice that was much softer.
Tenna eased back slowly amidst the reedy whimpers of Caine, before ever-so-slowly pushing back in. As Tenna rhythmically rocked his hips into Caine, as he made love—I don’t even know this guy…! Tenna thought—he found his mind fogging over, replacing present events with memories that may as well have happened yesterday.
“Ngh, haah, hff, mmnngh, T-Tenna,” Caine groaned. His hands desperately reached back for Tenna—
Tenna grabbed Caine’s wrists and shoved his cock into him, forcing a strangled moan out of the ringmaster.
He’s so tight and hot, Tenna thought. I thought I’d melt off inside him, he just feels so good—!
Why’d he…why’d he leave…?
Tenna growled, his monitor buzzing with fraying static as he shoved deeper, faster into Caine.
“Ungh, yes, yes, yes,” Caine whined as he tried in vain to rock his hips back into Tenna, tried in vain to match his punishing pace.
“C’mon, shake your hips for me a little more,” Tenna urged. He watched intently as the man underneath him followed the order, watched the fullness of his rear jiggle on every harsh thrust. “That’s it…whore.”
Caine moaned in surprise from the change in tone. “I-I’m…me…?” Caine asked shakily, his brain barely able to keep up with the unending stimulation to his body.
Tenna took the man’s wrists in one hand and pressed them to the mirror as his now free hand returned to admiring that one special asset of his. “What, am I supposed to think you don’t want the attention when people see this every time you walk away?” Tenna asked as he whipped his hand down against Caine’s skin, a sharp sound echoing off the walls.
“Aahn—”
“Am I supposed to think you aren’t a slut, with an ass like this?! Come on, now!” Tenna laughed as he grabbed at the man’s ass, his fingers digging in like he was trying to pop a bubble in his hand.
“I-I never…” Caine swallowed thickly. “I-I didn’t—”
“Well, you sure do now!” Tenna said as he draped his body over the smaller man’s. “You gonna go back home and make good on what you’ve got, big shot?”
“Ungh! Hah, haah, I-I can’t—” Caine warbled as he looked over his shoulder at Tenna. “Th-They’re…they’re my guests…”
Tenna paused. He hummed, his hips slowing to a leisurely rocking, ignoring the pathetic mewls coming from the man underneath.
Then, he murmured to Caine, “I guess I’ll just have to give you a show to remember then.”
Tenna shoved into Caine again, his other hand dipping between the ringmaster’s legs to stroke at his weeping cock.
“Ah-ohh, T-Tenna—!”
“Just like that, Caine, just like that, li’l showstopper,” Tenna groaned as he adjusted his brutal pace to nail Caine’s prostate on every push.
“AANH, TENNA! I-I LOVE TV, I DO!” Caine sobbed, tears joining the spit dripping past his teeth and mixing with the mess on the table.
“Gonna cum? You want it?”
“Y-Yes, yes yes please—”
“Then cum already, one more time, just for me.”
“Aa-ahh, thank you! Thank you, thank you,” Caine whined as his hips bucked up into Tenna’s hand.
“Say how much you love TV. Say it.”
“I LOVE Y—AH, TENNA—!”
Caine jerked and glitched in Tenna’s grasp as he spilled what little he had left to give over Tenna’s metallic skin.
“Fuck,” Tenna grunted as he felt Caine squeeze around him, his hands flying to Caine’s hips. “So tight—g-gonna cum—”
Caine moaned weakly and covered Tenna’s hands with his own.
Tenna grinned shakily. “Want me to cum inside? Just fill you to bursting?”
Caine nodded fervently as he whimpered from each thrust Tenna made into him.
“Hff, I’ll—I’ll fill you up real good,” Tenna panted deliriously. “Plug your sweet ass up with everything I’ve got—that what you want?!”
“P-Please,” Caine begged hoarsely.
Tenna bit his lip as he took in Caine’s expression. “Shit,” he hissed, wrapping his arms around Caine’s chest as his thrusts reached a fever pitch. “So good, so good, so good, I’m gon-na—!”
Tenna felt himself short-circuit as he burst inside of Caine, filling the ringmaster with everything he’d been holding back. Caine gasped warmly as he felt that hot spend reach into the deepest parts of his body, seep out around Tenna’s cock and drip down his ass.
…
After catching his breath, Tenna slowly pulled out, lingering as he observed Caine’s gaping, twitching hole, observed the remnants of him spill free and slide down his skin.
“Right, let me just…” Tenna stepped over to the corner of the room and plucked up the box of tissues—Maybe those organizers were right to have so little faith after all, Tenna thought absentmindedly. He began to wipe up the mess he’d made of Caine and the table underneath.
“Y-You don’t…hafta…” Caine slurred as he looked back at Tenna with dizzy eyes.
“I wouldn’t be a very good host if I didn’t pick up after myself, would I?” Tenna laughed.
After cleaning up the mess, Tenna chucked the used tissues into the trash can. He pulled Caine’s pants back into place, smoothed out his rumpled tailcoat, before shoving himself back into his pants and rebuckling his belt. Tenna awkwardly looked around the room as Caine carefully turned to look at him. He noticed the ringmaster wince as he shifted onto his rear on the table.
“Well, I should probably…let you get back to business,” Tenna said as he made for the exit.
“W-Wait.”
Tenna stopped with his hand on the doorknob.
“N-No, never mind,” Caine huffed as he looked away.
Tenna turned back and eyed Caine up curiously.
Caine paused. “…Stay a little longer?”
Tenna’s antennae drooped and buzzed. “Alright, twist my arm,” Tenna sighed before approaching Caine again.
Before Tenna had gotten this far, he didn’t expect he would be reaching for the ringmaster, saying, “C’mere, showstopper,” before pulling Caine into his arms and carrying him back to the chair, letting the weight of the ringmaster rest against him as he relaxed in the vintage upholstery.
“Y-You…you’re—what’re you…?”
“It’s aftercare, buddy!” Tenna chuckled. “Guess you’ve never had that before either, huh?”
Caine hesitated, like he’d never received a hug before and this was his first time for that, too. “No. No, I haven’t,” Caine admitted as he wrapped his arms around Tenna’s shoulders.
Tenna hummed and gave Caine a tighter squeeze. “Well, I don’t think it’d be too weird to ask for a hug from your guests…if you needed it.”
Caine nodded drowsily and rested his head on Tenna’s shoulder.
…
“Tenna?”
Tenna’s antennae flicked towards Caine.
“Win for the both of us.”
Tenna laughed. “No pressure, huh?”
“I feel like…you could…”
Tenna sighed as he felt Caine go limp in his embrace. Tenna reached up and pressed a couple of buttons on his monitor to delete the recording he’d been taking before he let himself finally relax.
Maybe I could, Caine, Tenna thought. Maybe I could.