pending2
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
At first, it’s just an absent touch. A press. A slow glide over fabric. But it only takes a few seconds before his hips shift into it— before his internal fans spin slightly louder, gently hissing from the heat rising in his core. His screen buzzes faintly. He pauses. The noise, the faint whine of rising current under his surface plating almost embarrasses him; the reminder of his autonomy disgusts him at times like these, when it’s not used to please others. How selfish must this be, to exist for his own good?
God, he wishes that mail man were here. He really, really wishes he were here.
Bookmarked by pending2
25 Jun 2025
-
Tags
Summary
The lights inside the lift were too soft, the chrome too polished. Tenna could see his reflection ten different ways from where he stood, arms crossed tightly, trying not to look like he was holding his breath. Spamton rocked slightly on his heels, humming tunelessly— some drunken version of a jingle from earlier in the night. His tie was loose, barely hanging on. One shoulder of his jacket had fallen off. It should’ve looked sloppy, but somehow it made him look comfortable. Relaxed.
Like he did this kind of thing all the time.
The elevator doors pinged open and Spamton was already walking.
-
Tags
Summary
Spamton follows his gaze after Tenna as he slips himself out from behind the counter. "What's with the bar, anyway? Were you really gonna [service] me? You're the guy calling the [shots, shots] around here!"
Right as he circles the lip of the bar, Tenna pauses.
"I am. But you're…"
He shrugs, and that funny smile of his only gets funnier. "Different?"
Spamton didn't know how to respond to that.
Series
- Part 1 of A CYBER'S TV WORLD?