Fry's Mission: Bender's Surrender

This story will be a smut fanfiction about Fry and Bender. Give it an interesting backstory - they're on some mission, and Fry hits on Bender, who surprisingly plays along. Eventually they have sex, describe that very directly and explicitly. Finally, when they return, they get married.

Fry and Bender found themselves on a remote asteroid, their mission to salvage ancient technology critical for Planet Express. The barren landscape and the isolation had only heightened the tension between them. Fry, always the optimist, couldn’t help but feel a spark of attraction toward Bender, despite the robot’s usual brash and crude demeanor. As they worked side by side, Fry’s hands occasionally brushed against Bender’s cold, metallic surface, sending shivers down his spine. One evening, as they sat around a makeshift campfire, Fry mustered the courage to lean in, his breath warm against Bender’s cool metal. 'You know, you’re not so bad to look at, even if you’re made of parts,' he murmured, half-joking. To his surprise, Bender’s eyes flickered with an unusual glint. 'Why thank you, meatbag. Ever thought about what it would be like to plug into a robot?' The challenge was clear, and Fry felt his heart race. The air between them grew thick with anticipation as Fry’s fingers traced the seams of Bender’s chassis, his touch tentative yet curious. Bender’s voice dropped to a low, seductive hum, 'Well, are you going to stand there, or are you going to find out?'

Continue the story - slow down the pace a tad bit, write two paragraphs and end with the start of the sex scene

Fry's fingers traced the intricate seams of Bender’s chassis, each groove and line igniting a new wave of curiosity and desire. The robot’s cool metal felt almost electric under his touch, and he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel against his skin in other ways. Bender’s eyes glinted with a predatory gleam, his voice dropping to a low, mechanical growl. "You’re playing a dangerous game, meatbag," he said, his metallic hand closing around Fry’s wrist, pulling him closer. Fry’s breath hitched as Bender’s mouth approached, the scent of oil and metal mixing with the smoke from the campfire. "I’ve been thinking about this for a while," Fry admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Bender’s lips were inches from his, the heat of his breath a stark contrast to the cold metal. "Then let’s see if your human nerves can handle a little robotic pleasure." With that, Bender’s metal fingers found the hem of Fry’s shirt, sliding it up and over his head with a precision that sent a thrill through Fry’s body. The robot’s gaze roamed over Fry’s exposed torso, lingering on the taut muscles and the rise and fall of his chest. Fry’s hands moved to Bender’s midsection, finding the release mechanism and popping open his chest plate. The sudden exposure of Bender’s inner workings, glowing and intricate, only heightened the raw, electric tension between them. Fry’s fingers hesitated for a moment before diving into the depths, tracing the wires and circuits with a mix of awe and arousal. "You’re gonna love this, Fry," Bender growled, his hands gripping Fry’s waist as he pulled him closer, their bodies aligning in a perfect, heated fit.

Fry’s heart pounded as Bender’s hands slid down his back, the metallic touch sending jolts of pleasure through his skin. "Just remember, human," Bender whispered, his voice a low rumble, "robots don’t need to hold back." Fry’s fingers danced over the exposed circuits, each touch eliciting a satisfying hum from Bender. The robot’s grip tightened, pulling Fry flush against his hard, unyielding frame. "Show me what you’ve got," Fry challenged, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. Bender’s eyes flickered with a mix of mischief and hunger as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Fry’s neck. "Gladly," he growled, and with a swift motion, his fingers found the button of Fry’s pants, undoing them with a practiced ease. Fry’s hips bucked involuntarily as Bender’s cool, metal fingers slipped inside, exploring with a precision that left Fry gasping. "Bender," he moaned, his hands clutching at the robot’s sides, "I—" Before Fry could finish, Bender’s mouth captured his in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing past lips to taste the human’s desire. Fry’s entire body trembled as Bender’s metallic fingers teased and caressed, driving him to the edge. "You’re mine now, meatbag," Bender growled, his voice a mix of dominance and longing. With a final, urgent pull, Fry was fully in Bender’s embrace, their bodies entwined in a blend of flesh and steel.

Leela’s sudden entrance didn’t break their intensity; if anything, it heightened it. She froze in the doorway, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Fry half-naked, pressed against Bender’s gleaming metal. Fry’s gaze flicked to hers, a mix of embarrassment and unabashed desire flashing across his face. "Leela," he breathed, his voice tinged with a hint of panic. But Bender’s grip on him was unrelenting, his mouth still hungrily exploring Fry’s skin. "What do we have here?" Leela asked, her voice low and husky, a smile playing on her lips. Bender’s eyes glinted with a dangerous satisfaction as he looked over Fry’s shoulder. "Looks like the human’s finally getting a taste of what he’s been craving," he replied, his fingers dipping lower, eliciting a sharp moan from Fry. Leela’s eyes darkened with want, and she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to graze Fry’s bare back. "Maybe I should join in," she murmured, and Fry’s heart raced even faster. Bender’s lips curled into a smirk as he pulled Fry’s pants down, exposing him completely. "All the better," he growled, his eyes never leaving Leela’s as he lifted Fry onto his lap, their bodies now intimately aligned.

Leela’s eyes locked on Fry, her gaze burning with a primal hunger. She straddled the desk, her hand trailing down Fry’s chest, her touch electrifying. "You two always know how to keep things interesting," she purred, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her own shorts. Bender’s mechanical hand joined hers, his cold fingers contrasting with her warmth. "More fun for everyone," he rumbled, his other arm tightening around Fry’s waist. Fry’s breath hitched as Leela’s lips met his, her tongue tangling with his. "Don’t stop," he gasped, his hands fumbling with her top. Bender’s fingers worked in tandem, peeling it off as Leela’s mouth moved to his neck, nipping and sucking. "Together," she whispered, and Fry felt the world spin as Bender and Leela took control, their desires intertwining with his.