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Fry lounged comfortably in his chair, his hands resting securely on Bender’s waist as the robot straddled his lap. Bender was always a show-off when it came to affection, and Fry didn’t mind indulging him, especially when he looked so smug and mischievous. Their faces were close, and Fry leaned up, stealing yet another kiss from his metallic boyfriend.
Bender’s optic sensors gleamed brighter for a moment as his voice grill shifted to mimic a grin. “You just can’t get enough of me, huh, meatbag?”
Fry smirked, pressing another kiss to where Bender’s cheek would be. “You’re irresistible. Besides, you love it.”
“Damn right, I do. I’m the best thing to ever happen to your pathetic human life.”
Leela cleared her throat loudly from across the bridge, clearly unimpressed by their display. “Can you two tone it down? We’re still on duty, you know.”
“Oh, come on, Leela,” Fry said, nuzzling the side of Bender’s head affectionately.
“You’re just jealous because you don’t have anyone to kiss while navigating asteroids.” Bender remarked, laughing.
Leela glared at him, her hands gripping the ship’s controls. “I’m jealous of nothing. I’m just trying to avoid crashing while you two make a spectacle of yourselves.”
Bender turned his head toward her, his optics narrowing smugly. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that, one-eye. If you want kissing lessons, I charge by the hour.”
“Bender,” Fry murmured, running a hand down the robot’s back and earning a subtle shiver in response. “Play nice. Leela’s got to concentrate.”
Bender let out a huff but leaned closer to Fry’s ear, his tone dropping to a low, teasing pitch. “You like it when I don’t play nice, though.”
Fry chuckled nervously, feeling the heat rise in his face. “You’re impossible.”
“Impossible and adorable,” Bender corrected, pressing his grill lightly to Fry’s forehead in a kiss-like gesture.
“You got me there,” Fry muttered.
Leela rolled her eye but didn’t bother interrupting. She had long since accepted the unconventional relationship between Fry and Bender, though that didn’t mean she enjoyed watching their public displays of affection. Meanwhile, Fry flipped through his notebook, his cheeks still pink.
"Actually, Bender," Fry said, grinning, "I’ve been, uh, doing some research. You know, on stuff you like."
Bender’s optics brightened with intrigue, and he leaned closer, peering over Fry’s shoulder. "Stuff I like, huh? You taking notes on how to keep me happy? Smart move, skin tube."
Fry nodded, his grin widening. "Yep. See, I’ve got this manual for bending units, and I figured... why not add a few personal touches?" He showed Bender a page filled with handwritten notes, arrows, and diagrams pointing to various parts of Bender’s body. "Like, here’s where you like being touched, and here’s where you produce the most electricity when I—"
"Fry!" Leela cut in sharply, her face turning an uncharacteristic shade of red. "Can we not?"
Bender burst into laughter, his grill shifting with amusement. "Oh, this is priceless! You’re blushing harder than Fry does when I grab his—"
"Okay!" Leela shouted, throwing up her hands. "Let’s just focus on the delivery. We’re headed to the Galactic Bazaar, and I’d appreciate it if you two could keep your... whatever this is... to a minimum."
Fry and Bender exchanged glances, Fry looking sheepish while Bender smirked unapologetically. "Fine, fine," Bender said, waving a hand dismissively. "I’ll keep my hands—and insides—to myself. For now."
A few hours later, after navigating through the crowded Galactic Bazaar, the crew arrived at their destination: the Beast With Two Bucks. The sleazy neon sign over the store blinked erratically, and Fry could already hear the low hum of conversation and laughter coming from within.
“Alright, Fry,” Leela said, hands on her hips. “You and Bender head inside. I’ll be at the next shop over, picking up supplies for the professor’s project.”
“Actually,” Fry began, rubbing the back of his neck, “I kinda need to go in alone.”
Bender raised a brow plate. “What? Why? You ashamed to be seen buying smut with me?”
“No, no!” Fry said quickly. “I just… need to get you something special. A surprise. Trust me, you’re gonna love it.”
Bender’s optics narrowed suspiciously. “If this ‘surprise’ isn’t booze or something expensive, you’re sleeping on the couch.”
Fry leaned in, pressing another quick kiss to Bender’s head to pacify him. “You’ll love it, I promise. Just stick with Leela for a bit, okay?”
Bender grumbled but relented. “Fine. But you’d better not screw this up, meatbag.”
As Fry stepped into the dimly lit shop, he was greeted by the familiar chameleon-like alien lounging behind the counter. The shopkeeper’s elongated tongue flicked out, tasting the air.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the red-haired human. What brings you back here? Don’t tell me you lost something else.”
“Not exactly,” Fry said, pulling out the notes he’d written in Bender’s manual. He unfolded the page and laid it on the counter, pointing to the diagram. “I, uh, need some stuff for this.”
The alien’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the paper, his expression shifting to one of amused curiosity. “Interesting. Very specific needs, I see. And this is for… your bending unit friend?”
“boyfriend,” Fry corrected, blushing. “Can you help me out?”
The alien chuckled, slithering out from behind the counter. “You’re lucky I’ve dealt with stranger requests. Follow me.”
He led Fry to a backroom filled with all sorts of exotic and questionable items. The alien pulled out a sleek black briefcase, opening it to reveal a variety of restraints and electrical devices. “This kit should cover most of your… explorative needs. Includes reinforced cuffs, an adjustable gag, and a few shock devices. All top quality, of course.”
Fry’s eyes widened. “This is perfect! But do you have anything more, uh, unique?”
The alien tapped his chin thoughtfully before pulling out a smaller bag filled with additional items: handcuffs, a stun gun, and an assortment of costumes and props.
“Just don’t let your friend break them,” the alien said with a smirk. “That robot of yours seems… spirited.”
Fry grinned, gathering the items. “You have no idea. Thanks, this is gonna make him really happy.”
With his newly acquired supplies in hand, Fry left the shop and rejoined the others, eager to see how his surprise would play out. He was met with a suspicious glare from Bender, who immediately zeroed in on the briefcase.
“What’s in the case, Fry?”
“Patience, Bender,” Fry said with a sly smile. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Bender’s optics flickered with curiosity and mischief. “It better be good, or you’re gonna regret making me wait.”
“Oh, it’s good,” Fry assured him, his excitement barely contained.
Back aboard the ship, the hum of the engines was a comforting backdrop to the crew settling back in. Leela dropped off the bags she’d carried from the Galactic Bazaar and settled herself in the captain’s chair, flipping switches and preparing for takeoff.
Meanwhile, Fry was already seated in his usual spot, with Bender curled up in his lap like a particularly clingy—albeit metallic—cat. For all his snark and bravado, Bender could be surprisingly affectionate, especially when he was tired.
“Ugh, stupid bazaar,” Bender grumbled, his voice grill shifting in sync with his words. “Too many cheapos haggling over garbage. You humans don’t know quality when you see it.”
Fry chuckled, wrapping his arms around Bender’s waist. “You’re the one who bought a bootleg flamethrower arm that only works half the time.”
“It works perfectly!” Bender shot back. “I just haven’t figured out which buttons don’t blow me up yet.”
“Uh-huh,” Fry teased, leaning his head against Bender’s shoulder. “You’re cute when you’re grumpy, you know that?”
Bender gave a half-hearted scoff but didn’t move away. Instead, he shifted slightly, resting more of his weight against Fry. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to come up with a comeback, meatbag.”
From the captain’s chair, Leela glanced over, her single eye narrowing slightly. “Are you two going to cuddle all day, or should I start the ship while you two make me watch you guys?”
“Both,” Fry quipped. “We’re multitasking.”
Leela rolled her eye and returned her attention to the controls. “Just try not to distract me with your… whatever this is.”
“This is called love, one-eye,” Bender shot back, his tone dripping with exaggerated disdain. “Not that you’d understand.”
“Bender,” Fry murmured, squeezing him gently. “Be nice.”
Bender huffed but didn’t argue, instead letting his head rest against Fry’s neck. For a moment, the ship was quiet except for the sounds of the engines warming up.
Fry kissed the top of Bender’s head, his voice soft. “Hey, hey, we still got that surprise waiting, mi hermoso robot.”
Bender stirred slightly, his optics dimming as if he were halfway to powering down. “Meatbag… don’t make me overload already. I wanna take a nap right now.”
Fry laughed quietly, running his fingers along the seams of Bender’s back, tracing patterns he’d memorized from years of affection.
Bender grumbled something unintelligible, but his body relaxed further into Fry’s embrace. “You’re lucky I like hearing you talk all mushy in Spanish. Otherwise, I’d be bending you into a pretzel right now.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Fry said, smirking. “You love it, admit it.”
“Shut up,” Bender muttered, though there was no real bite to his words. “I’m tired. Lemme recharge.”
Fry’s hand moved to gently rub the small of Bender’s back, earning a quiet hum of contentment from the robot. “Alright, you big softie. Take your nap. But when you wake up…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bender mumbled. “Better be booze, or I’m throwing you out the airlock.”
When Bender stirred from his nap, the soft glow of the stars outside the window reflected off his shiny metal frame. His optics adjusted as he shifted slightly, noticing Fry was still holding him, absently stroking his back.
“You done staring at me like I’m some piece of art, meatbag?” Bender teased, his voice still a little groggy.
Fry grinned, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Bender’s head. “You are a piece of art. A masterpiece, actually.”
“Damn right,” Bender said, sitting up and stretching, his arms whirring as he extended them. “Now, what’s this surprise you’ve been hyping up? Like I said, it better be good, or I’m bending something.”
“It’s good, trust me,” Fry said, standing up and tugging Bender toward their quarters. “You’ll love it.”
The two made their way through the ship, their anticipation building. When they stepped into their room, Bender let out a low whistle at the sight of the queen-sized bed dominating the space.
“Finally got rid of those stupid hammocks, huh?” Bender said, smirking. “Good move. We both know I’m way too classy for something that cheap.”
“Exactly,” Fry said, closing the door behind them. “Now, come here.”
Bender didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Fry by the shirt and pulled him down onto the bed, their lips meeting in a heated kiss. Fry responded eagerly, his hands roaming over Bender’s smooth, cool surface as their movements grew more frenzied. The two of them lost themselves in the moment, kissing roughly and passionately for what felt like hours. Bender’s hands roamed possessively over Fry’s body, and Fry gave as good as he got, pressing kisses to Bender’s mouth and grill in a way that made the robot shiver.
Finally, Fry pulled back, panting heavily as he knelt on the bed. His hair was tousled, his cheeks flushed, and his jacket and shirt were half-off, hanging loosely around his shoulders.
“Safeword,” Fry said, his voice low and breathless.
Bender tilted his head, his optics flickering curiously. “You’re actually doing this by the book? Didn’t think you had it in you, meatbag.”
“Just pick one,” Fry said, grinning as he shrugged off his jacket and shirt, tossing them aside.
Bender’s voice grill shifted into what Fry recognized as a smug smile. “Grey. Let’s make it ‘grey.’”
Fry nodded, running his hands over Bender’s chest. “Grey it is.”
Bender’s optics brightened as he watched Fry reach for the restraints and cuffs from the nearby bag. “Oh, now we’re talking! You really went all out for me, huh?”
“Only the best for my favorite bending unit,” Fry teased, his tone playful as he secured one of Bender’s arms to the headboard.
As Fry worked, Bender’s snark began in earnest. “You know, Fry, you tying me up is hilarious. Like you could actually keep me restrained if I didn’t feel like playing along.”
“Uh-huh,” Fry said, fastening the second restraint. “Keep talking, Bender. You’re just making me want to shut you up.”
“Oooh, big threats from the squishy meatbag,” Bender said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “What are you gonna do? Lecture me about manners?”
Fry paused, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Without a word, he reached into the bag and pulled out the gag.
Fry paused, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Without a word, he reached into the bag and pulled out the gag.
Bender’s optics widened slightly. “Wait, what’s that—”
Before Bender could finish his sentence, Fry gently but firmly placed the gag over his grill, securing it in place.
“There,” Fry said, sitting back to admire his handiwork. “Much better.”
Bender squirmed slightly, testing the restraints, his optics flickering with what could only be described as excitement. He let out a muffled sound of protest, but the way his body hummed told Fry he wasn’t actually upset.
“See?” Fry said, brushing a hand along Bender’s side. “You’re a lot more tolerable when you’re not running that smart mouth of yours.”
Bender’s muffled response was unintelligible, but Fry caught the way his body twitched, a faint charge running through him.
“Wow,” Fry said, his grin widening. “You actually like this, don’t you?”
Bender let out another muffled noise, his optics narrowing as if to say, Shut up and keep going.
“Don’t worry,” Fry said, leaning down to press a kiss to Bender’s forehead. “We’re just getting started.”
Fry sat back on his knees, admiring his handiwork. Bender lay before him, restrained and gagged, his metal limbs securely tied to the bedframe. The robot squirmed slightly, testing the restraints, but it was clear he wasn’t trying to escape—he was reveling in the experience.
“There,” Fry said, brushing his hands off theatrically. “All safe and sound. Well, in a way.” He giggled, reaching forward to gently tap the edge of Bender’s gag. “Bet you’ve got some snarky comment ready, huh? Too bad I’m enjoying the peace and quiet.”
Bender’s optics narrowed, his body humming faintly with a soft vibration that Fry recognized as frustration—or maybe excitement. Probably both.
“All right, let’s see what we’re working with today,” Fry murmured, leaning closer and opening Bender’s chest compartment. The faint glow from inside illuminated the room as Fry rummaged through the wires and circuits. Last time, they’d explored wireplay, and Bender had loved every second of it. Fry could still hear the way the robot’s voice crackled with delight as he played with the delicate connections inside. But this time, Fry wanted to try something new. Something… unique. As he reached for the manual he’d stashed nearby, Fry flipped through the pages, his eyes scanning the diagrams. His gaze stopped on a detailed schematic of Bender’s assplate, and he blinked in surprise.
“Huh,” Fry said, tilting his head. “You’ve got a hidden panel on there?”
Bender’s optics flickered with curiosity at Fry’s words, his muffled noises sounding almost like questions.
“Don’t worry,” Fry said with a grin, sliding his hands along Bender’s sleek metal frame. “I’ll show you what I mean.”
With careful hands, Fry found the panel on Bender’s behind, pressing the small latch mentioned in the manual. The panel popped open with a soft click, revealing a surprisingly clean, well-maintained exhaust pipe leading into his fuel system.
Fry blinked, his lips quirking into a smile. “Well, would you look at that? Guess the engineers who built you had versatility in mind.”
Bender’s muffled noises grew louder, and Fry could tell from the way his body was humming that he was curious—and likely eager for whatever Fry had planned.
“Oh, don’t give me that look,” Fry teased, rolling his eyes but smiling fondly. “You’re loving this, admit it.”
Bender’s optics narrowed playfully, and Fry swore he saw a mischievous glint in their glow.
“Fine, fine,” Fry said, standing up to unbutton his pants. “Yeah, yeah, you like it when I’m naked.”
The second Fry’s boxers came into view, Bender’s optics widened slightly, and his body gave a faint twitch. The muffled noises from behind the gag sounded suspiciously like a gleeful laugh.
“See?” Fry said, smirking as he slid his pants and boxers down, leaving himself bare in the warm light of the room. “You’re ridiculous. You act all tough, but deep down, you’re just a big softie who likes seeing me embarrassed. Though, I like seeing you embarrassed more.”
Bender’s body hummed louder in response, his optics gleaming with what could only be described as wicked glee.
“Yeah, yeah,” Fry muttered, climbing back onto the bed. “Laugh it up, Bender. You’re the one tied up here, not me.”
He positioned himself on the edge of the bed in front of Bender, running his hands along the edges of the open panel. The metal was cool to the touch, and Fry couldn’t help but marvel at the intricate design.
“You know,” Fry said, his voice low as he leaned closer, “for a robot who claims to be all about booze and bending, you sure have a lot of hidden surprises. Guess I should’ve read this manual sooner.”
Bender let out a muffled sound that Fry interpreted as a mix of agreement and impatience.
“All right, all right,” Fry said with a chuckle, trailing his fingers lightly along the edges of the opening. “No need to get testy. I’m getting to the fun part.”
Bender’s body tensed slightly under Fry’s touch, his muffled noises becoming softer, almost like a hum of anticipation. Fry grinned, enjoying the sight of his usually brash and cocky boyfriend so thoroughly at his mercy.
“You know,” Fry said, his voice dropping to a teasing purr, “if you’re good, I’ll let you have some fun with me too. But only if you behave.”
Bender’s optics flared briefly, and Fry could tell he was trying to glare, but the effect was ruined by the way his body shivered under Fry’s hands.
“That’s what I thought,” Fry said, leaning upwards and then down to press a kiss to Bender’s stomach.
The hidden compartment was more intricate than he’d initially realized, with fine wiring and smooth edges leading into the exhaust pipe. He glanced at Bender’s restrained form, grinning at the sight of his boyfriend squirming slightly, his optics glowing with both curiosity and impatience.
“Let’s see here…” Fry murmured, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “I’ll take my boxers off in a second, don’t worry. You’ve been so good already, buddy, I just need to figure this out first.”
Bender let out a muffled sound through the gag, a mix of impatience and what Fry swore sounded like mockery.
“Oh, don’t give me that,” Fry said, chuckling as he glanced over Bender’s gleaming frame. “This is a scientific process. I mean, I didn’t know this was here until, like, ten minutes ago. Gotta explore all the options, right?”
Bender hummed again, his body twitching slightly against the restraints, and Fry could feel the anticipation radiating off of him.
“Okay, okay,” Fry said, rolling his eyes but smiling fondly. “You’re lucky I’m so nice to you. Let’s see what happens if I…”
He trailed off, carefully pressing a finger against the edge of the hole before slowly slipping it inside. The metal was cool to the touch at first but quickly warmed under his skin, and Fry could feel the faint vibration of Bender’s internal systems humming around him.
“Wow,” Fry muttered, tilting his head as he moved his finger slightly. “It’s, uh, roomier than I expected. And… is it heating up?”
Bender’s optics widened slightly, his muffled noises growing louder as his body gave a small, involuntary jolt.
“Whoa, there,” Fry said, his grin widening. “Guess I hit a nerve, huh? That’s interesting…”
He moved his finger experimentally, curling it slightly to test the texture of the pipe’s interior. The reaction was immediate—Bender’s body gave another sharp twitch, and his muffled protests turned into what Fry recognized as delighted hums.
“Oh, you like this,” Fry teased, his voice playful. “I should’ve known. You’re always full of surprises, Bender.”
Bender glared at him as best as he could from behind the gag, but the way his optics flickered betrayed his excitement.
“All right, let’s take this up a notch,” Fry said, leaning back to slip off his boxers. “Don’t say I never do anything nice for you, buddy.”
Bender’s optics immediately focused on Fry’s now bare form, and even though his grill was covered by the gag, Fry could tell he was smirking.
“Yeah, yeah,” Fry said, waving a hand dismissively. “I know you think this is hilarious. Laugh it up. Just remember, I’m the one in charge here.”
Bender’s body hummed louder in response, his restraints clinking softly against the bedframe as he shifted slightly. Fry grinned, reaching out to trail his fingers along the edges of the open panel. Bender let out another muffled sound, this one softer, almost affectionate, and Fry couldn’t help but chuckle as he reached for the robot lube beside him on their nightstand.
Fry’s fingers, slick with lube, slid into Bender’s hidden panel with a soft, wet sound. The robot’s muffled groans were filled with a mix of surprise and delight, his body vibrating with anticipation. Fry couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of his usually brash and cocky boyfriend so thoroughly at his mercy.
“You like that, don’t you?” Fry teased, his voice low and sultry as he wiggled his fingers inside Bender. “You’re such a good boy for me. I bet you never thought you’d be enjoying this so much.”
Bender’s optics flickered with a mixture of frustration and excitement, his muffled noises growing louder as Fry deepened his thrusts. The metal around his fingers was warm now, almost feverish, and Fry could feel the faint hum of Bender’s internal systems responding to his touch.
“Oh, wow,” Fry murmured, his grin widening. “You really are loving this, aren’t you? I can feel how tight you’re getting. You’re practically begging for more.”
Bender let out another muffled groan, his body twitching under Fry’s ministrations. The restraints creaked slightly as he strained against them, but it was clear he wasn’t trying to escape—he was reveling in the experience.
“Let’s see what happens if I go faster,” Fry said, picking up the pace. His fingers moved in and out of Bender’s hidden panel with increasing speed, the wet sounds filling the room. Bender’s muffled noises grew more frantic, his body shaking with each thrust.
“Whoa, easy there,” Fry chuckled, slowing down slightly. “You’re going to wear yourself out before I even get started. I’m not done with you yet, buddy.”
Bender’s optics narrowed playfully, and Fry could swear he saw a mischievous glint in their glow. The robot’s body hummed louder, and Fry could feel the tension building within him.
“You want more, don’t you?” Fry asked, his voice dropping to a teasing purr. “You’re just dying to have my hand inside you, pumping away until you can’t take it anymore. Well, too bad. I’m in control here.”
Bender’s muffled protests turned into delighted hums, and Fry couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
Bender’s body gave a sharp twitch, and Fry could feel the vibrations coursing through him. The robot’s muffled noises grew softer, almost affectionate, and Fry knew he had him right where he wanted him.
“Alright, let’s take this up a notch,” Fry said, sliding his fingers out of Bender’s hidden panel. He reached for the lube again, slicking up his fingers before pressing one back inside. This time, he added a second finger, stretching Bender open with slow, deliberate movements.
Bender’s muffled groans turned into high-pitched whines, his body trembling under Fry’s touch. The restraints creaked again as he shifted restlessly, clearly desperate for more.
“I know you like it rough,” Fry murmured, speeding up his thrusts. “But maybe we should switch things up a bit. How about… I let you have some fun too?”
Bender’s optics widened in surprise, and Fry could tell he was trying to glare, but the effect was ruined by the way his body shivered under Fry’s hands.
“Yeah, yeah,” Fry said with a chuckle. “I know you think this is hilarious. So, how about I let you out of those restraints… just one hand, though.”
Bender’s muffled noises grew louder, and Fry could tell from the way his body was humming that he was eager for the opportunity.
“Alright, alright,” Fry said, leaning down to free one of Bender’s arms.
Bender nodded eagerly, his optics flickering with excitement. As soon as his arm was free, he wasted no time reaching for Fry’s cock, wrapping his metal fingers around the base and stroking rhythmically.
“Easy there,” Fry gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. “You’re gonna make me cum too quickly if you keep that up, babe.”
Bender’s muffled noises turned into a series of delighted hums, and Fry could feel the tension building in his own body. The combination of Bender’s skilled hand and the sensation of his fingers inside the robot was driving him wild.
“You’re such a tease,” Fry giggles as he mutters, his voice thick with desire. “Just because you’re tied up doesn’t mean you can’t be a pain in the ass.”
Bender’s optics narrowed playfully, and Fry could tell he was enjoying the power dynamic shift. The robot’s strokes grew faster, his metal fingers gliding over Fry’s sensitive skin with precision.
“Damn, you’re good at this,” Fry groaned, his hips thrusting into Bender’s hand.
Bender’s muffled noises grew louder, and Fry could feel the tension building within him. The robot’s body hummed with anticipation, and Fry knew he was close to breaking point.
Fry, pulling his fingers out of Bender’s hidden panel, moved to position himself between the robot’s spread thighs. He grasped Bender’s ankles, lifting them straight up in the air.
The angle opened Bender’s hidden panel further, and Fry could see the warmth radiating from within. The man's fleshy cock pulsed with need, throbbing at the sight of Bender’s exposed mechanics. It was kind of like a pussy in a way, he supposed.
“You ready for this?” Fry asked, his voice hesitant but absolutely waiting to get on with the show.
Bender’s muffled noises turned into a series of excited hums, and Fry could feel the anticipation radiating off him. The robot’s body trembled with eagerness, and Fry knew he was more than ready.
“Here we go,” Fry said, positioning his cock at the entrance to Bender’s hidden panel. He pressed forward slowly, feeling the cool metal give way to his warmth. Bender’s muffled groans turned into high-pitched whines, his body trembling under Fry’s touch.
“Oh, wow,” Fry murmured, his voice mingled with pleasure. “You’re so tight. Feels even better than I imagined.”
Bender’s muffled noises grew louder, and Fry could feel the tension building within him. The robot’s body hummed with excitement, and Fry knew he was close to breaking point.
“How does it feel, hmm?” Fry teased, thrusting deeper into Bender’s hidden panel. “Does it feel good having me inside you like this?”
Bender’s muffled noises turned into a series of frantic hums, and Fry could feel the tension building within him. The robot’s body shook with each thrust, and Fry knew he was on the edge.
“You’re such a good boy for me,” Fry whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “So eager to please. I bet you never thought you’d be enjoying this so much.”
Bender’s muffled noises grew louder, and Fry could feel the tension building within him. The robot’s body hummed with anticipation, and Fry knew he was moments away from release.
“Ready to cum for me, Bender?” Fry asked, his voice low and commanding. “Because I’m not stopping until you do.”
Bender’s muffled noises grew louder, and Fry could feel the tension building within him. The robot’s body hummed with anticipation, and Fry knew he was moments away from release.
“Almost there, aren’t you?” Fry teased, slowing his pace just slightly to draw out the moment. “Just a little longer, my good little robot. Just a little longer…”
Bender’s muffled noises turned into a series of frantic hums, and Fry could feel the tension building within him. The robot’s body shook with each thrust, and Fry knew he was on the edge. Bender’s muffled noises turned into a series of frantic hums, and Fry could feel the tension building within him. The robot’s body shook with each thrust, and Fry knew he was on the edge.
“Yes, yes, that’s it,” Fry muttered, his voice strained with effort and whimpering. “Cum for me, Bender. Cum hard.”
With one final, powerful thrust, Fry pushed Bender over the edge. The robot’s body convulsed violently, his muffled noises turning into a high-pitched whine as he overloaded on the intense sensations. Fry could feel the vibrations coursing through Bender’s frame, the internal mechanisms working overtime to process the overload.
Oil spurted from Bender’s hidden panel in rhythmic bursts, coating both of them in the sticky substance. Fry continued to thrust, riding out the waves of Bender’s climax, his own pleasure building with each passing second.
“God, you’re incredible,” Fry gasped, his voice ragged with exertion. “So cute, so perfect…”
Bender’s muffled noises grew softer, almost plaintive, as his body began to shut down from the overload. Fry could feel the vibrations subsiding, the internal mechanisms slowing as Bender started to reboot.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Fry murmured, slowing his thrusts to a gentle rhythm. “You did so well, Bender. So well…”
Bender’s muffled noises turned into a soft, contented hum, his body relaxing under Fry’s touch. Fry leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Bender’s forehead as he continued to move inside him.
“Love you,” Fry whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he hums pleasantly. “Always will.”
Bender’s muffled noises grew softer, almost affectionate, as his body settled into a state of calm. Fry continued to move gently, savoring the feeling of being inside Bender, the warmth of their connection.
“Let’s stay like this for a while,” Fry murmured sweetly, his voice barely above a whisper. The look in his eyes unwavering as he gazed over every inch of beauty. He took the gag off of his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around the robot, freeing the metal being from the restraints. “Just you and me…”