“Will you thank me?”
“Yes…!”
“Will you praise me?”
“Yes, yes!” Tenna’s breath caught, his hips stuttered, oil drooled from the tip as he whined, “Please, doll, you’re killin’ me here…!”
Mettaton smirked and gave a long thoughtful hum, biting his lip as he squeezed Tenna’s cock with his thighs. “Oh, alright.” He relented, finally, to the rutting and grinding against his rear. “Since you asked so nicely—“
Tenna gave no time for him to finish that, pulling back and fumbling frantically with the latch between Mettaton’s legs. An oozing pair of lips greeted him, and he couldn’t help but drop to his knees in reverence, in a complete want for nothing else but to taste him. His tongue lolled from his mouth, static breath hot and buzzing against his lover’s slick folds.
Tenna would never get enough of the sound, the wanting keen Mettaton graced his dressing room with as his tongue parted his slit and lapped along his entrance, a performance only for him, a reward for showing his gratitude. And the flavor, so indescribable but so distinctly him. His fangs scraped at the silicone while he suckled eagerly at that clit, he knew by now how much the star loved the slight edge of pain beneath the pleasure. He loved when Tenna indulged in his rougher side, the messy side he tucked away when the cameras were rolling.
His cock ached impatiently, desperate to feel the plush warmth that enveloped his tongue as it worked his pussy open. Not that he needed it, he’d taken Tenna to the hilt with ease many times, but any excuse to drink him up and make his legs shake deliciously was worth it. He pulled back and planted messy open mouth kisses on the backs of his thighs, grinning against the leather as Mettaton worked to catch his breath.
“Oh, Tenna…” He panted, his head hanging as a smirk appeared under his bangs, “I should have you thanking me more often, darling.”
Tenna chuckled and got to his feet, lining the head against the entrance, “Don’t act like you’re not eager too.” He flashed a fang and leaned forward, giving a teasing bite on his shoulder and savoring the moan that melted out of his lover. “Might have you thanking me by the end of tonight.”
Mettaton wriggled his hips, pressing his folds against the head of his cock in retaliation for that move, “Is that a challenge? And here I thought I was killing you. Your words.” He pressed further, making Tenna jolt with a gasp as the very tip of his cock kissed the entrance.
“If you have time for lines like that, then maybe you don’t want to fuck me senseless, after all.” As if a threat, he began to pull away, “I can always get off somewhere else—“
Tenna wouldn’t have any of that. He grabbed Mettaton’s waist and pulled their hips together, plunging every inch into his pussy with a long groan that was shared between them. Those walls throbbed around him, threatening to draw his climax from him right then and there. But he kept his cool, held his ground. He had to fuck Mettaton senseless, after all.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Tenna purred, growled, his claws clutching at the leather of his hips as he started moving in short, quick thrusts, rutting desperately and pulling breathless moans and cries from his lover. They both knew well the thought of Mettaton making those kind of noises for anyone but him was unheard of. But it didn’t hurt to be reminded every now and then. Especially now, when Mettaton’s walls pulsed and his oils coated Tenna’s cock with each sharp thrust.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Tenna gasped, pulling the star onto his cock as he pushed in, burrowing deep enough to slap against his ass rhythmically. His free hand wrapped around his front, a claw stroking at his clit and making his body shake. “Yeah?” His grin was near manic on his screen as he watched his star’s persona come undone, “You like that, babydoll?”
Mettaton made his answer known through his moaning, but it wasn’t good enough for Tenna. “I can’t hear you~!” He pushed to his hilt and stayed there, filling his cunt, admiring the bulge in his leather. He traced his finger along the bump, his cock twitching just underneath the material, before he shifted and pulled Mettaton to his chest, those perfect legs hanging limply on either side of his hips.
rare dom tenna moment #deltaruined #mettatenna #nsfwfic 1/2