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It had been a while since all the residents of TV World had moved to Castle Town, most had settled just fine once they arrived, Porter was not one of them.
The wire darkner had struggled to find a proper place in the growing town. They hadn't been so eager to leave like their coworkers, and their friend Ramb was nowhere to be found. They spent most days sitting around in Tennas part of the castle, other former residents of TV World coming and going daily.
Porter spent most days doing absolutely nothing. They were out of a job and proper housing, none of their skills crossing over to any of the potential employers in the area. They could maybe work for the strange group of DJs in town, but they hardly had the motivation to get up from the tile floor of the replica green-room.
The only thing that was worse was Tenna himself, seemingly just as lost as they were. Porter hated to admit it, but it was hard seeing him in such a state. They had grown close since their first encounter seeing eye-to-eye, they'd almost call him a friend (as strange as their relationship was.)
But those first few weeks of being in castle town were behind them. Tenna had turned his part of the castle into a mini studio, smaller staff and a much smaller audience than usual. Porter had gotten their- albeit significantly simpler -job back, suddenly things were back on schedule.
Tenna moved out of the castle to make room for the project, and with some pleading had convinced Porter to join him.
So, now here they were, lounging in what was technically not their house after finishing up a local broadcast. Porter had gotten off work before Tenna, who stayed behind to negotiate something with the Prince of Castle Town. They had something planned for the CRT when he returned- so hopefully he took his time.
Porter is rummaging through a box that was tucked under their bed, glancing over various toys they used. Tenna certainly had an active sex drive, Porter being the outlet to whatever their boss had pent-up. They assumed it was the main reason why he let them stay with him, why they shared a bed dispite never really sticking a label on their relationship.
They settle on a thick corded collar, pulling out its matching leash alongside a small vibrator before tucking away the box.
They jingle the collar in their hands, the little golden tag on it resembling the TV shaped belt buckle Tenna always wore. Porter was happy to help out Tenna, it was considerably better than letting their anger simmer until they got into a screaming match with him.
Porter wouldn't ever say it, but they needed this just about as much as he did.
It was less about the sex for them. They simply loved being in charge, having control was better than anything he'd offered- but they liked pleasing Tenna all the same. Their boss was lucky to touch more than their face or shoulders most nights. They wanted to switch things up a bit.
Porter climbed onto their too-tall bed, tossing the accessories beside them. Their vest was already off, sitting at the foot of the bed since the moment they got home. Their tail was already twitching with excitement.
They shift around trying to get comfortable. Porter didn't touch themself much considering their fingers weren't very user friendly- so Tenna had insisted that if he wasn't allowed to do it himself, they should have some other ways of pleasing themself.
Porter spread their legs, the thin gap in their wire frame already drooling slick. Pressing the tip of the vibrator against their entrance, they're glad Tenna made the suggestion. They slowly press the silicone into their slit, letting their body adjust to the stretch before slowly thrusting it in.
Putting the vibrator on its low setting, they glide it along their wet hole to coax their cock out.
"Ah- fuck.." They lean back, turning their head to nuzzle their pillows. Porter moans quietly, their hips jerking up to match their hands lazy thrusting of the toy. Their dick unfurls against their torso, dripping slick onto their metallic body.
They drag the silicone along the underside of their cock, more hushed noises falling from their lips. They continue slowly teasing themself, not wanting to cum so soon.
Porters hair is frazzled, messily sprawled out over their sheets. They hum with electricity as a steady, pleasing current flows through their body.
They hear the front door slam open followed by familiar heavy footsteps. Porter smiles to themself, he was right on time.
"I have RETURNED!" Tenna calls from across the house. They hear him shuffle around a bit, presumably looking for them.
"I found you another novel on 19th century machinery- can you believe it..? Porter?" He calls out again, a bit softer. Porter felt their face heat up, their brain suddenly very aware of what exactly they had planned for Tenna to walk in on. They turn the vibrator off in favor of slowly stroking their weeping dick.
Tenna cracks open the bedroom door and leans in, his red tailcoat already taken off and draped over his arm. He almost immediately yelps and nearly drops it, fumbling with his hands. Porter knows how they must look, face flushed with their cock writhing against their stomach, all for their boss to see.
"WOAH MAMA!" He throws his coat at Porter in some impulsive attempt to cover them up. His antennae are pointed straight up, but quickly pin back as he covers his mouth and looks away.
"What is ALL THIS about?!" He sputters. Porter chuckles, running their free hand over the silky fabric. They bring it up to their face, smelling his usual cologne. They lay back down, keeping themself on display.
"You've been so hard at work lately, Tenna. I thought that a good boy like you deserved a break, right?" They smile casually, still petting the soft coat. Porter pats the space beside them.
"Come on, I've only got a few rules for you this time. Don't waste my generosity. " Tenna cautiously steps over, dispite his lack of eyes Porter can tell he's peering at the collar at the foot of the bed.
Tenna reaches the bedside, the growing tent in his pants clearly visible. Porter points down and tenna quickly shifts to be on his knees. He hovers a hand over their thigh, a silent question that always received a stern no.
Porter doesn't say anything or give him a harsh glare, somewhat curious. They were already switching things up, why not let him have a feel? Tenna's smile grows. His hand comes down to rest on their wires, gently prodding at them.
"Are you sure..?" Tenna wasn't supposed to touch or handle them at all, it had been a rule since day one. Porter did the touching, usually tying or restricting Tenna in some way to be at their mercy. He wasn't passing up this offer.
His large hands can encircle their legs easily, he could slide them up and cup around their torso like a doll. But instead he's slow and purposeful, exploring their bare wires like they're a peice of art. His fingers brush over their slit and they shiver.
"No, not yet." Porter rests their hand atop his and nudges him back. Tenna immediately goes to apologize, but the words are caught in his throat when the other darkner lifts their tail, dangling his collar in the air. His screen flickers, coming back tinted even more red. Dispite his shame, Tenna tilts his boxy head to give better access to his neck.
"There you go, good boy." He quivers as they praise him, metal fingers grazing his neck to tighten the collar accordingly.
His hands still rested on their thighs, thrumming with excitement. Porter gave the leash a tentative pull, bringing Tenna's face closer to their own. They receive his claws sinking into their cables and an expression of disbelief on their boss' face. Porter laughs softly, thumbing at the corner of his screen. He's holding his breath.
Porter finally leans in, and the angle may be a bit awkward, but Tenna still swoons the moment their lips touch.
Porter lies back down onto the bed, dragging their partner alongside them by his leash. Tenna completely shadows their body, closing them off from the world and leaving them for his gaze only.
The wire darkner rakes their eyes over the much taller as they contemplate their next move. His antennas twitch.
"I'm sure you can tell I want to switch things up tonight, Tenna." They shift their legs, their entrance dripping slick onto the bed. They know he's looking.
"But we're still doing things my way. You can touch me, but don't try to boss me around without asking. Now, I think you're a little overdressed, hmm?" He nods, the strain in his pants apparent. Porter lets go of his restraint and makes a little 'go on' motion.
Tenna is reluctant to take his hands off of them, but knowing better than to test Porter's patience- he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the side. His belt is a hastle but his pants are quickly discarded. His body is a metallic shade of purple and grey just like his head, split into several pieces like a mechanical jointed doll. Inorganic and extremely enticing to the other electronic darkner.
Mr 'Ant' Tenna didn't shy away from the camera, but this kind of viewing was making him buzz with static.
The CRT flexed his claws, his fans whirring as his arousal spikes. He tugs off his last layer of clothing, cock springing free. Porters own length twitches with interest.
"Is there anything else?" His voice is surprisingly quiet. Porter shakes their head, still staring at him. Tenna lifts the leash of his collar and holds it out to Porter like a dog asking for a walk. They smirk. With a light pull he crawls back on top of them, licking his lips.
"Can- can I kiss you again? Please?"
"Don't have to ask for that, boss." He presses his warm screen against their forehead as a 'thank you' before trailing kisses down their cheek. His fingers lace into their white hair, gently clutching their head. They fully lean into the kiss, pinching one of his antennas between their prongs. He groans into the kiss, pushing his cock against the others length. He wraps a hand around their waist and moves like he's about to switch their positions, so they yank his head back by the antenna.
"Woah, hey! This might be all for you, but you've still gotta put some effort in. I'm not gonna ride you, Tenna. I want you to fuck me like you mean it."
Tenna's screen turns off and a shrill sound comes from his speakers. Porter pets the side of his head reassuringly.
"Well, uh, wowee everyone! You, aha, really want that?" He babbles, still unsure. His face is still dark and hot to the touch. The smaller darkner wasn't sure why this whole had gotten him so jittery, they'd played considerably rougher with Tenna in the past, this soft stuff should be a walk in the park for him.
Porter's thoughts paused. Maybe it was the fact that they were being kind that had gotten Tenna so flustered.
They usually pushed him around, held praise away and only used it when it was begged for. Kept him at an arms length. But here they were, acting more like a lover than his stress relief. Potter's stomach flipped.
Desperate to calm their beating heart they grab the bottle of lube and toss it at Tenna, who scrambles not to drop it. Porter looks away and bites their lip, trying to focus.
While Tenna hastily slicked up his cock they scoot to the middle of their bed, tail flicking. They urge him forward by the leash, to which he settles back into position. Porter sighs, brows furrowed. The CRT smiles, a wobbly line stretched thin. He dribbles some of the lube over their entrance before rubbing the head of his cock over their slit, rutting against their flushed cock. It's as if he's testing the waters.
"You're not going to break me, damn it." They chuckle. He makes a fizzing sound. Tenna presses his tip down, slowly sliding his length into their cunt. Porter gasps, hissing at the stretch.
"F-fuck- alright, yeah-" he's huge, filling their body to the limit. Come on, they've taken him in their throat, they can do this. His cock continues stretching them, forcing their malleable body to accommodate. Tenna's thumb rubs their stomach, pressing down on a sizable bump.
Tenna moans as they shift their hips, tight walls squeezing him like a vice. Their fingers catch on the mattress, balling up the sheets into a clawed mess. They squeeze their eyes shut as a whine escapes from their lips.
He slowly begins to move, clearly holding back for their comfort. What a good boy, they've trained him well. Porter wants to praise him, but their brain is still catching up as he gently thrusts into them.
"Nngh-! Oh god.." his own claws flex against their torso.
"I need you, p-please, I wanna use you.." his body jerks suddenly, making them yelp. He continues at an agonizingly gentle pace, whimpering quietly to themself. It takes Porter a second to realize what he's asking for.
"Huh? O-oh. Uh-huh, be a good boy and u-use me, s'why I'm here." They mutter. Porter wraps his leash around their palm a few times, anchoring themself. He moves to be on his knees, supporting himself with one arm while the other tightens its grasp around their body. They're lifted into the air with little resistance other than a gasp as the position makes him rut into their aching sex.
Tenna's breathing spikes, a steady electric pulse thrumming through their bodies. He holds them still as he begins moving again.
His shallow thrusts gradually turn harsher as he gives in, slamming his cock into their cunt. Porter cries out, head falling back. He rocks their body back and forth, matching his movements and making them feel like they're just a toy. Porter yelps as he snaps his hips forward while pressing their whole body down against him.
Tenna let's out a whiny-growl and Porter gets the distinct sense that he's baring his teeth. He frantically fucks them, their untouched cock oozing out more precum- furthering the erotic wet sounds of their slick cunts abuse.
Tenna handles them to the same degree as a fleshlight, huffing and growling in pure carnal desire.
Porter feels dizzy, overwhelmed with pleasure with absolutely no output. The way that Tenna's holding them gives them little more to do than lie in his hand and take it- it's too much and too little at the same time.
"AAAH- NGGHHH-!" They yank on his collar aggressively, head spinning too much to care about the choked sound he sputters out. With his head low enough they reach up and blindly fumble with the back of his head until their connectors meet the ports above his neck. They sink all of their prongs into him with a resounding click.
"OH FUCK-" Tenna screams, a shockwave surging through their twice connected bodies.
"YES, YES- HAAH!" he's shaking, doubling over and tucking Porter by his chest. A sob escapes as he grinds his hips against theirs, desperately chasing his orgasm. Porters hair sticks up and their tail straightens out as another bolt of energy hits their core. His crying dies into a pitiful whimper as his static cum fills their sore cunt.
With his cock already filling the smaller to the brim, his cum distends their belly and oozes out of their slit, dripping onto their sheets. Tenna carefully lowers them and pulls out.
Porter doesn't have time to be confused nor unplug their hand as he quickly brings his face to their lower half, dragging his tounge across their ruined hole.
Their neglected member is begging for release and they use their free hand to claw at their scalp in agony.
"SO GOOD- SO GOOD TO ME T-TENNA-!" Their voice is raspy and disjointed. Porter bucks up, aching cock sliding against Tenna's screen. He runs his tounge up its length and lets it squirm into his mouth. He easily swallows their dick, drinking up all the pre-cum that feverishly pumped out of them.
"JUST LIKE THAT, SHIT! SO- SO CLOSE- YOU'RE PERFECT.." he moans around them, urging them on. Porter yells, spilling hot cum down his throat while Tenna happily rests his head on their thigh.
He gasps, his screen wet and sticky. There's still seed weeping from their slit. Porter disconects their fingers and pulls him to their level by his lead and his antennas. They kiss, it's messy and they get some of their own slick in their mouth, but they don't care. Tenna pulls back, out of breath and grinning.
Porter lies next to Tenna, a lopsided smile on his face. He brings them close to his body, his internals reverberating a steady hum directly in his chest. They almost hear him whisper a soft 'Love you.'
His fans were whirring, but his body radiated heat. Porter, warm themself, grumbles.
They worm an arm out of Tennas grasp and extend it over to the far wall of the bedroom, feeling around until they touch the latch of the window.
They try to lift the latch to no avail, too exhausted and limbs stretched too thin to get enough leverage. Their arm falls limply to the floor and slowly retracts back.
"Tenna, will you open the window?" They begrudgingly ask, voice hoarse and mildly embarrassed. They could barely move more than that. It wasn't their fault this whole home was fitted for his body type, not their own.
"Can I get a please?" His smile widens, his purring continues. Porter doesn't even entertain the idea, he wanted to cuddle, he could open the window to prevent them from getting heatsroke. Their tail thumps angrily against the mattress.
"Open the window or I'm not letting you do this again."
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Porter awoke by themself, tucked into fresh sheets devoid of Tenna's typical warmth. They whined, hiding their face in their pillow. The darkner shifted slightly to glare at the small analog clock on the nightstand telling them it was nearly noon. Why hadn't Tenna woken them up?
They go to straighten out their wiry arms and legs, immidietley realizing why. Fuck, they were sore.
Porter hissed, quickly trying to settle themself back into a comfortable position, but it seemed that their body had already fully woken up, feeling every sensation on their tangled frame.
"Ugh, god. The things I do for men." They dig their connectors into their pillow. The poor lump of fabric had already been marred by the two housemates, puncture marks and scratches covered most of their plush furniture.
Their back seriously stung, and they felt a few frayed cords on their hips from Tennas rough grasp. Porter bites their lip to hold back a pained whimper.
They slowly sit up after a few minutes. Their hair is more messy than usual, tufts of white and yellow sticking out in all directions. They slinked out from under their covers, finding nothing dripping between their legs. They'd seriously passed out after last night, huh? Porter had slept through Tenna cleaning them off and changing the sheets.
Porter doesn't try to stretch again, it wasn't worth it. Instead they wander down the hall, intent on taking a bath. They were mostly washed, but they still felt a bit gross. Porter stepped onto the cool tile flooring of the bathroom and opened the closet- completely foregoing the tub. They pull out a medium sized storage container and a plastic jar.
pouring out the jar into the container, a cloud of dust floats up from its mixed contents. Porter promptly hops into the bin, rolling in the dust as pain-freely as possible.
What? They couldn't risk getting water into any incorrect places, of course they would take dust baths.
The darkner dusts their hair thoroughly before climbing out. Porter smiled, feeling significantly refreshed. They were glad Tenna had let them stay home, they just wanted the rest of the day to relax.
Porter wandered around the house for a bit, not sure what exactly they should do. They crawl up onto the couch, extending their tail to wrap around the nearest book on the coffee table. It was a thick copy detailing the history of trains and railways in the light world, barely interesting enough to keep their attention.
They spend quite a while skimming through the book, more focused on train engine diagrams than the actual text. At some point a breeze wafts through the livingroom window. Porter perks up, gently setting the book down.
Looking out the window, they could see a neighbors winchime dancing in the suspended air. Further investigation outside showed dark rainclouds flowing through an even darker sky. Rain was rare in Castle Town, and they could use the wind to their advantage. Porter steps over to their homes backdoor, ready to shake the rest of dust out of their scalp.
Porter barely makes it a step outside.
"Woah, HEY-" Their hair immediately crackles with static, standing on end. Porter holds up one leg before carefully shifting to the side. On the concrete step of their back porch lie four lumps of colour, something rather pointy looking protruding from each. They didn't want to get potentially stung by whatever it was.
They were tiny, even compared to Porters short stature. On closer inspection, they were feathered, covered in some sort of downy plumage. One of them was a pale yellow, the other ones being white, a coppery-orange, and light grey.
The white one shifts, and with dawning panic Porter realizes the pointed part was a nose, connected to a tiny face with little bleary squinting eyes looking up at them.
"PEEP!"
Porters jaw drops.
"No. What the hell even is that." The other tiny creatures shift, still huddled close together but now facing the larger darkner, chirping loudly.
"Oh god."