Rating: M for Smut (turn your eyes away if you're uncomfortable reading this stuff!)
A/N: Apologies for the wait for an update. I have been busy with personal matters, and only now have I got the time to write. Thank you for your requests, and I will be sure to get to them as soon as I possibly can!
The last time I ever wrote something with an M rating between these two was my old one-shot Emotions. But there wasn't actually any full out smut in it, though. Anyway, this is pretty much my first time writing anything like this, so please pardon me if there's anything that's totally off. Also, note that this one shot contains Human!Bender. Some AU where, like in Anthology of Interest II, Bender turns human (but of course, in this one he doesn't die like the What If? Machine showed).
As I've said, this is my first time really writing Smut, so if anything seems totally off or dumb, my apologies!
As soon as the door was slammed shut, Fry felt himself being shoved against it, the back of his head hitting it. His yelp of pain was silenced as he felt Bender's lips capture his again roughly, continuing the kiss they had started earlier. Just the feeling of it, along with Bender wrapping an arm around him and a hand on his waist pulling him close, eliminated the pain in his head that occurred from the rough push into the door.
What had been a trip to a nearby bar for some stress relief from work that day, just the two almost using up a paycheck for drinks and nachos, ended up spiraling into something else. Bender didn't think the alcohol would have much effect on him as it did a robot, the only thing it did to him was just power his circuits. As a human, though, he found that the more drinks he got, the more weird feeling he became. He found things to be sillier, and his mind kept running away from him, thoughts popping into mind that hadn't when he was the human version of being sober. Fry had been giggling nonstop during their time there, having a few drinks in his system. Their little jokes between each other eventually turned into what seemed to be flirting. With each flirt ended up a scoot of their chairs closer, before finally, they ended up finding themselves stumbling back to the apartments, stopping every once in a while to hide out somewhere to make out for just a little.
Fry's arms wrapped eagerly around Bender's shoulders, pulling him closer as he eagerly kissed the other back. He couldn't really see much of anything, them being in the small, tiny room that they both had once slept in before realizing there was an even larger room behind it, having been hidden. His hands clutched the others white shirt as the feeling in the pit of his stomach grow, arousal increasing with every second. His breathing came in pants and moans, allowing him to catch his breath as Bender would remove his lips from his, turning his attention to Fry's neck. He was sure he already had some marks on his neck, and would have to tend to them in the morning so they were covered properly.
Human sex always seemed to be something that confused Bender. All he had been used to knowing about was robot sex, antennas being the thing they only needed. But now, it was just incredibly complicated when it came to humans. After having been turned human, the robot had been given what humans called 'the talk'. Sounded incredibly dramatic, but Bender found the whole thing hilarious. Just the fact that you had to go through enough arousal to get into the mood (apparently it seemed that it was different for humans than robots), and that a dude had to stick something into a woman to get pleasure out of it sounded nuts. Not to mention gross. Having to put something of yours into a human body sounded like the most disgusting thing ever.
Fry described arousal as being just wanting to do it no matter what. Bender's disgust just thinking about having to be inside a human was tossed aside. He wasn't sure if this was the arousal Fry was talking about (he kind of zoned out as he was given the talk), but all he knew was that he just wanted to do it. There was this almost painful feeling down in his pants that told him he was going to have to solve this quickly. It seemed that Fry had the same idea, because he felt a pair of hands fly to Bender's pants, trying to tug them down as best as he could. Bender took grp of his pants, quickly lowering them so they weren't in his way, boxers included. He then grabbed hold of Fry's pants, doing the same with them.
"Need lube…" Fry moaned out, his lips inches from Bender's as he tried to catch his breath as his pants were taken off
"Screw it. Will spit work?" Bender didn't wait for him to answer before quickly spitting on his hands, coating his fingers with it before reaching down and penetrating him. Fry inhaled sharply as this, some discomfort and pain on his face. Bender only let one finger in before letting in another. The bottom of the two had his eyes closed tightly, teeth gritted as this continued on for a bit before the fingers were pulled out. He was given a moment to catch his breath, the feeling from it fading a little. He heard Bender spit again on his hand, and he felt Bender roughly enter him, crying out a little at the new feeling.
Bender grabbed hold of Fry's left leg, hoisting it up as he pressed the other into the door more. Fry was hoisted upwards a little, Bender holding him tightly so he stayed in place as he thrusted upward into him. The pain lingered, Fry whimpering a little, before transitioning into tingling, pleasure shortly coming in. Fry's hands clutched Bender's face, pulling it close so he could kiss him as long as he could before having to pull away to be able to breath, the exhilaration getting to be a bit much. His breathing turned to pants as his hands wandered around from Bender's shirt to his hair, clutching it tightly, before going to his shoulders.
His moaning increased as Bender began going for his neck again, nipping it roughly as he felt Fry tighten around him, and his pace increased in speed. Bender hitting Fry's prostate as he thrusted deeper and faster caused Fry to end up crying out loudly. There was a tightening feeling in both of them, signaling that they were both about to finish.
"Bender, please, please...O-oh god...!" Fry's voice pitched as he tried to speak. His words were barely made out, sounding as though they were mushed together. Moans and pants escaped his mouth, his head leaning against the door. His own arousal ached, and he would have fixed it himself, had his hands not been occupied already. He didn't want to let go, worried that if he did, he'd fall (even though Bender already had a tight hold on him to keep him from falling down).
"Fuck, Fry…" Bender groaned out, his hold on Fry tightening as his speed continued to increase. He wasn't sure what the hell that feeling in his stomach was telling him, but good or bad, he didn't care. Hearing Fry's attempts at speech and moaning only made him want to keep going, and it eventually became too much when he came into the other, a shaky moan escaping him at the feeling that shot throughout his body.
Fry was then unable to keep going, moaning and his hold on the others shoulder tightening as he felt himself come onto the others shirt. It didn't matter to Bender at the moment, whose mind was spinning a little. It was quiet for the time being, the only sound being of pants.
"How you feeling, meat bag?" Bender finally was able to speak, his voice being a slight shaky.
It was a little bit before Fry could answer. "G-good…" he responded. Exhaustion was settling in for him, his drunk state not helping much. He was only waken up when there came the sound of someone pounding their fist on the door.
"SHUT THE HELL UP IN THERE!" came a rather angry voice. "I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!"