Every press is another wave of need, punctuated by his cock twitching up and spurting. He's being loud, but he can't stop it anymore not when Tenna’s big hands are splayed over him, still massaging his abdomen, one finger hooked round his thigh perfect for his dick to rub against. He realizes with a start that he's wet past his knees and flushes hotly. Fuck, what must he look like?
"Ten- Tenna-" For God's sake, since when does he stutter? "Tennuhnnnf-" Spurt again, a big one, soaking Tenna’s glove. "Ten-na!" He whines then bites his lip hard, face glowing with embarassment.
"Yes, Spamton?" Tenna asks innocently, like he isn’t actively fondling his bladder with his gloved fingers.
"I can't- I can't wait." His face flames at his own admission. "I have to- I have to go now."
"Oh, Spammy, you just have an hour left, that's all! "
"I'm gonna piss, Ant," he says, voice cracking.
"Sure you will," Tenna soothes. "In an hour, like I said."
"I can't," Spamton whines.
"Yes, you can. Here, I'll even help you, okay?"
And then the fingers Spamton is grinding himself against move away and he's suddenly rocking in thin air. He almost screams at Tenna in frustration because why the hell would he remove the one thing that's already helping him but his voice catches in his throat as they return to his cock, gently (so gently, like he’s something delicate) pinching off his tip. The effect is almost immediate, the sting of urgency fading to a dull throb. Spamton shudders.
"Say thank you," Tenna instructs him.
"Thank you Mister Tenna," Spamton says, too dazed to process his words till after they've left his mouth.
full disclosure: the "thank you mr tenna" thing was originally from my wip 3 part piss fic . here it is for my true freaks <3
CW: PISS/OMO !!!