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Panting against each other. Zanka had finally immobilized Jabber. Their chests heaved together, Zanka trying to keep his grasp steady. Jabber grinned widely, still chuckling maniacally even when he was breathing heavily under the younger man, bleeding. His rings were discarded to the side-- Zanka finally won, right? He fixed his posture slowly, his hand still stuttering around Jabber's wrists.
"Oh man... that was awesome~! I love fighting with you! ‘ven though you can have a real attitude and be an asshole sometimes…." Jabber choked, trying to speak while still panting. Zanka stared down at him in annoyance, catching his breath before speaking. "You really never quit, do you?" He deadpanned.
Jabber chuckled once again. He was absurd. Always high off his unnatural enthusiasm. "I would never quit, man! Who else is gonna piss you off 24/7~” He somehow cooed. For someone bleeding and injured, his optimism didn't die down no matter what. Zanka glared at the helpless man underneath him. His dreads were messed up, and a feverish grin was still splayed across his face. He felt obligated to tug on his collar harder. The older man snickered at the movement. His body was tense, they finished fighting just moments ago. With an eye roll, Zanka moved his position. He brought his other knee under Jabber's supposed crotch. However, something was off. He didn't know why, but he felt inclined to look towards his knee. And there it was, a tent in Jabber’s pants. It was unmistakable, based on solely the throbbing and warmth emitting off of Jabber’s crotch- he was hard. Zanka stared in disbelief, then looked back at his face.
"No way. You’re fucking hard from this?" Zanka cringed.
Jabber let out an exaggerated snicker.
"I’m always hard during our fights. You just never notice. Sometimes I have to change my pants after~" He jested, clearly humoured if not excited by the reaction. Zanka stared in disgust. That had to be some horrible joke. No way he was getting off on their fights-
No.
He’s a masochist.
He’s definitely gotten hard during their fights before.
His fingernails dug into Zanka's hands. Zanka looked up at his wrists and grunted.
"Fuck, you have no shame. You're actually disgusting." He grimaced.
"Oh, am I now? Good Ol’ Jabber is disgusting?"
"Yeah. You're fuckin' gross."
"Oh man~ Ya projecting, or what?”
Zanka stared blankly, then raised an eyebrow skeptically. "What are you talking about?"
"How about ya check yourself?" Jabber suggested.
Zanka paused, then looked towards his own body.
Oh?
There it was.
His own erection.
Had he seriously gotten off and not even noticed? He felt his cheeks burn up. That was incredibly embarrassing of him. Without a second thought, Zanka crashed his knee onto Jabber's crotch. He thought of it as a punishment or method to distract him, but to his surprise Jabber gasped.
"Fuuuuck, man! You really are a sadist~!" He humored, trying to adjust to the sudden pressure.
"Shut the fuck up." Zanka grunted, his face darkening in frustration. He pushed his knee further, using a bit of his strength. Jabber quivered against his grip. He could probably break out of Zanka's grip, but the idea of being incapable made his dick jump. Zanka felt the quivering warmth against his knee, and he liked it. It made the situation so real, and seeing Jabber like that was so hot. “Damn!! dont stop~~ fuuuuuck….”
Jabber choked, Zanka's face growing more stern. Zanka's grip against his wrists tightened. He moved the pressure slightly, up and down on his crotch. The older teenager gasped, desire burning in his eyes.
"Oh Jabber. You're so fucking dirty." Zanka mocked, his voice filled with malice as he spoke impulsively. He removed a hand off the ground, pushing it onto Jabber's hip. He kneaded the skin, causing Jabber's eyes to flutter. He looked insanely vulnerable, and fuck. Zanka would be lying if he said it wasn't the hottest thing ever.
"Fuck. This is so wrong." He rasped, his voice desperate but firm. "Goooood, dude! This is awesome! Like I mean, I knew I got off on stuff like this, but happening with you! Mhh, count me in!” Jabber breathed, his voice excited.
“And what if I stop?" Zanka threatened.
Almost immediately, Jabber broke out of the younger teenager’s grip. He pushed him downwards, sliding against the wall, and climbing on top of Zanka. He crouched, hovering just over his lap, and Zanka felt a drop of sweat roll down his cheek.
"Hey! Jabber-"
His lips crashed onto Zanka's. Zanka felt the warmth against his mouth. The kiss was ravenous- he gasped at Jabber's boldness. Jabber's tongue pushed past his lips. Zanka groaned, his hand finding Jabber's hip again. He pressed into the muscle of his hip. Jabber shuddered.
"Fuck, man. Didn't even realize how bad I needed this." He purred, his voice more serious, desperately grasping Zanka's jacket. Zanka grabbed his waist, pulling him closer. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard."
Jabber hummed contentedly, approving.
Zanka paused, taking in their surroundings, he gripped onto Jabber more firmly.
"I'm not fucking you on this dirty floor."
Jabber blinked, as if aware of where they were suddenly. He looked around, noticing the filthy atmosphere around them. "C'mon… man..... you cant leave me hanging like that.."
Zanka grunted, looking around the area. He suddenly pulled Jabber up, pinning him against the wall behind them ferociously. Jabber looked at the teenager in front of him. He was three inches taller, yet Zanka was dominant. He found it surprisingly hot-- being thrown around by someone more frail than him. However, Zanka’s looks were deceiving– He was anything BUT frail.
He grinned to himself, as Zanka stared at him with a stern expression. He looked tense, hurried. He even looked embarrassed-- possibly by his desperation.
Almost immediately, a knee was pushed into his crotch again. He groaned. The pressure was amazing, his dick was quivering against the force. His leg was still bleeding, they were both injured from their ballistic fight, but surprisingly the pain was overridden by lust. For Zanka, at least. Jabber was definitely hard from the pain, that masochistic little fucker.
Zanka pressed a hand onto Jabber’s chest, carving his knee into his crotch. His moans were enticing, his grin plastered on his face like a lovedrunk idiot. It was all his fault Zanka was in this situation– He went from a heated fight straight to foreplay.
The whole situation was ironic.
Jabber loved every moment of it.
He was practically frothing at the mouth because of the pressure on his erection, when it suddenly stopped. He looked at Zanka, who had a stern, nonchalant expression then down at his knee, which moved off of his crotch.
"Aw. Why'd ya stoppp~?" he whined, holding his wrist.
His knee pressed against erection softly again, outlining the outside, and Jabber understood. Zanka was teasing him. He squirmed, trying to push his erection into Zanka's knee pathetically. "Still. Stay still." Zanka's voice commanded sternly. Jabber found himself complying, instantly stopping.
"You're so obedient." Praised Zanka. His hand shifted to Jabber’s chin, outlining his sharp jaw. Jabber swallowed. "You're quiet."
"I’m not..." He shuddered. "You’re not what? Use your words, Jabber." Jabber was so different now– Zanka’s sudden commands were affecting him poorly. "Zanka." he whispered. "Don't call me that." The younger man commanded.
"What?"
"Sir. Call me Sir."
Oh god. That was so hot.
Jabber choked, his astonishment interfering with himself. He adjusted, and looked back up at Zanka, a grin spread across his face once again.
"Ooh, call you Sir? Wow, Mr. Bad-Attitude~ this is getting fun-”
A hand on his waist suddenly pushed, and he was turned around. Before he could protest, a palm jumped towards his ass. A slap. He froze. A slight sting remained on his clothed body after the quick movement. Did that seriously just...? Hold up, did Zanka just spank him? It didn’t hurt or anything, but he found himself shocked-- and a SMALL part of himself was surprisingly enjoying it.
"Hey!! did you just-"
Another one.
Harder this time. He choked on his own words, his cheeks burning up in interest. "S-Sir. you just... spanked me..?" He shuddered, as if in denial.
"Good boy."
Jabber stared at the wall blankly. Is he seriously getting spanked now? How was he supposed to feel about this, anyway? A hand was still creeping on his ass cheek, lingering in the warm skin. “You’re so good.” He praised again. “You… Fuck, man.. you’re being weird.”
“Do I have to tell you again?”
Jabber froze, his cheeks red again. Shit, he didn’t address him “properly.”
He felt Zanka lean in, his warmth against his back, his breath against his ear. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah..” He faltered.
“Jabber. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” He started, as he massaged the meat of his hip. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“I said yes...” Jabber articulated.
A pause.
“God I wanna fuck you so bad.” Zanka conceded.
A hand gripped around his ass again. Zanka’s erection was standing tall and proud. He reached his hand forward and squeezed Jabber’s erection. A groan escaped him. Zanka softly tugged on one of his dreadlocks. “I could play with your body all day long.” He let go, and Jabber held the wall obediently. He heard the unzipping of something. “Whatchya doing back there~”
“Put your hands behind your back.”
“Hm? okay, sir~” he obeyed, his bruised and clothed hands slipping behind his back. Zanka grabbed his sash off of his jacket, and tied Jabber’s wrists with it. “You’re tying my wrists?! Fuuuuck, this is gonna be fun!”
“Shut up, slut.”
“Mhhh, you’re good with your words… Sir~”
Zanka swallowed. He pulled him back around, dropping his vest on the floor. He had a loose fitted shirt underneath, the sleeves wide. Jabber was still grinning and Zanka quickly took his shirt off. His body was shown. He was skinny. His body was skinny but slightly toned in a way. He had a brown happy trail, which led into his baggy pants.
He made eye contact with Jabber before dropping to his knees.
“What are you-?”
His hands were already working on his belt. After it came undone, he discarded it to the side. He took the purple cloth layered around his waist and put it on the floor, finally working on his upper body. He brushed his dreads out of the way and then started undressing his top half.
“You have too many fucking clothes on.” He exasperated, making Jabber snicker profusely.
Finally, Jabber stood half naked infront of him. He was also toned, however he was more skinny than Zanka. He also had a happy trail, the hair leading down. He leaned forward, gently brushing his finger over his nipple.
“Mh.. That…” He leaned forward, gently spitting on one. “So dirty, attitude boy~” Jabber teased, shutting up instantly as the sucking enhanced. He choked softly, feeling Zanka bite down on one of them. He desperately writhed his wrists, but found them locked. “Mh…. F-Fuck.. asshole..” a small pinch on his side. “Watch your language.” Zanka said strictly. “Mh.. N-Nah..” Jabber tested the waters, and got a strong bite on his rib. “Ow, you fucker! First you break it and now you bite it?!” He scolded, though his dick showed the opposite, jumping in his clothes. “Oh shut up. I saw your dick hard after that. Don’t even try to act like a bite hurts.” His mouth move down once again, hovering over Jabber’s lower abdomen, his dick burning with need. He trembled, no matter how he tried to hide it, his desperation was visible. Zanka leaned in, then bit the skin right above his crotch. Jabber let out a needy groan. His voice was shaky, he wasn’t in the mood for this anymore. His dick was throbbing and he wanted-- needed to be fucked. “Zankaaaa….. Pleaseee….”
Zanka peered at him. He already knew what he want but he let the older man proclaim it. “Please, what?”
“I.. I need you, man… Jabber isn’t playing ‘round anymore…”
“Use your words and ask nicely, hm?”
His face was burning, and he bit his lip, finally speaking. “fuuuuck me…. Please… I need it..”
“And why should I?”
“You’re also hard…”
“Yeah, but you’re tied. I could just jerk off and leave you.”
“Don’t be that wayyyy…..”
A finger pressed deeply in his abdomen, Jabber let out a shaky sigh. He wanted nothing more but the ache in his pants to be revealed. Zanka wanted to have some fun with him. He was a Raider after all, he didn’t like Raiders. He pushed a hand down, Unzipping Jabber’s pants. Jabber groaned, trying ti thrust upward in his hand. “Stay still.”
Immediate obedience.
“Good boy.”
He pulled his pants down, his purple boxers now. He could see a slight wetness in Jabber’s boxers, fucker’s been leaking. Scars were mottled all over Jabber’s thighs, mostly old. For his own sanity, Zanka decided to ignore them. His hand moved to his ass, gripping the cheek again.
“I wanna spank you..”
“What’s your obsession with spanking me, man….”
“I’ll fuck you if you let me?”
Jabber’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. He paused. “Yeah, yes- if thats what it takes- do it.” He added, his cheeks slightly red with embarrassment. “Good boy, that’s what I thought you'd say. Zanka stood up suddenly, and helped Jabber out of his pants completely. It was humiliating, being practically naked infront of someone with more clothes on, but he liked it. “Put your hands on the wall.” Zanka guided, Jabber complied. He felt a hand hovering over his ass, his tied wrists were shoved against the wall. He arched slightly. “Alright. I’ll spank you 10 times. I want you to count each one, and if I go too far or you want me to stop, say red. Understood?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Be a good boy for me, promise I’ll fuck you, okay?”
He brought his hand back, then forward. Slap
Jabber bit his lip, suppressing his whimper. It stung a bit, and felt good. “Jabber?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. One.”
“Good.”
His hand was drawn again, then swatted Jabber’s backside. Slap.
This one was a bit stronger than the last. He let out a shaky breath, “Two..”
Again, Zanka’s hand drew aback then slapped him again. Slap.
“Th..three.” He grumbled. Surprisingly, the feeling was making his dick throb.
A hand rested on his clothed flesh. Again, he pulled his hand away and brought it down again. Hard. “G..God damn it..”
“Hm? Did I not tell you to count?”
“Four..” he slurred.
He leaned in, whispering in the older man’s ear. “You’re so good. I can’t wait to wreck you.” Jabber felt his ears grow red. “Man.. You’re outfreakin’ me.”
Zanka hummed, and pulled back. A hand struck his backside again, making it quiver. That was rougher than the rest. “S..Shit.. Five..?”
Again, his hand was lifted then hit again. “Six..”
Jabber’s dick throbbed against the wall pathetically. He let out a raspy groan as another slap came. “S.. Seven..”
“You’re doing so good. Just three more.”
“O.. ‘Kay…”
his hand once again swiped the flesh of Jabber’s. He hated to admit it but the feeling was so intense and pleasurable. “Uugh… Fuck..” he shuddered.
“Jabber.”
“y-yeah?”
“What’d I tell you?”
“F..Fuck. Eight.?” He tried.
“Too late now. Have to redo that one.
Slap.
“Fu..fuck.. Eight…!” he cried out. Besides his pain induced yelps, Jabber was close. Who knew he would find so much pleasure in such a degrading activity? Surprisingly, he found the humiliation hot too. God, he was a sicko.
Another slap interrupted his thinking.
“Ah-.. Nine-” He whimpered, his wrists quivering. “God… this is so good…!” he squealed, excitedly.
“Enjoy it while you can.” Zanka stated simply.
“Huuuuuuh?! what do you mean….?”
“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Zanka teased as he spanked him one last time. Jabber let out a shaky whimper at the hit. “Ten~!”
A hand curled around his ass cheek, Zanka pressed his body in. His angry erection was standing against Jabber and his face was pressed in his neck. “You did so good.” He praised as he bit down on his neck- hard. It was enough to bruise, a sharp cry ripped out of Jabber’s throat at the force. But it still turned him on. A hand lazily pushed around his throat, wrapping.
“Fuck, Zanka… You’re so good.. Please.. N-need you..”
He squeezed. Jabber whimpered, his air supply cut off briefly.
It was too much.
The tied wrists, the spanking, the biting, the erection against his ass, the choking- he was overwhelmed. The best feeling ever.
Zanka released his throat.
Jabber took a second to breathe, then playfully spat out,“Mhhhh.. Zankaaa~ my mannn~ how bout’ya stop playing and fuck me like you mean it..”
Zanka pulled away from his neck. He whimpered, feeling the wetness on his neck. “Patience. Promise I’ll ruin you.” He croaked, his voice clearly brimming with desire and impatience. “You’re taking too long- can you bite me again?”
He rolled his eyes at the immature man but complied with his request. He leaned again, this time biting up more on his neck. A cry was heard again, Jabber’s wrists pushed against the wall. He was practically seeing stars, he loved this. “Fuck.. Fuck can you please fuck me?” He begged, his voice dropping and disregarding his previous pride.
“You’re hot when you’re needy.” He pushed into him farther, Zanka’s erection completely teasing him. “Zankaaa…. Please…” He begged. Zanka’s hand came around his throat again, squeezing gently this time. His other hand reached forward, suddenly squeezing Jabber’s erection. He practically squealed, Zanka’s grip was so hard. He roughly pushed him closer to the wall. “Fuck, you’re such a fucking slut. I fucking hate ya.”
Jabber let out an excited giggle. “I love when you talk to me like that~!” He choked out as Zanka’s grip around his neck loosened again.
Zanka pulled on his hair, making the long line of his throat visible and Jabber’s head fell back. He leaned forward and started leaving hickeys all over his neck. Jabber excitedly whimpered at the marking, a big grin spread across his face. He bit down again, teeth sinking in the tight muscle of his neck.
“So hard~” Jabber choked out, writhing underneath the man. The hand around his erection crawled upwards, finding his nipple. It gripped his chest violently, utterly painful. However, for Jabber- he just whimpered and got even closer in his boxers. He was pathetically hard, precum beading at his tip, soaking his boxers. His wrists were trembling together, he was so turned on he couldn’t even think straight.
Finally, the hands pulled off his body.
He heard the noise he’d been wanting to hear for a while. The unwrapping and unzipping of his clothes. He tried his best to look back but couldn't. Zanka remained in only boxers. He approached again, roughly pulling Jabber’s boxers down. His hand reached forward, without a word. Jabber giggled from anticipation and his unwavering excitement, his eyes eager.
“So hard and pathetic, aren’t you?”
“Oh one hundred percent. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny.” He rasped, voice filthy and honeyed, his legs slightly shaking. His erection was average sized and wide, his tip was cut. It was pretty, the tip a dark muted pink. The happy trail leading to his crotch was pretty too. He found Jabber’s dick leaking and red, and his ass was also slightly red– a handprint? the spanking. Impulsively, Zanka smacked his dick. Jabber yelped but followed it with a dirty moan. he threw his head back, his eyes fluttering and his dreads flowing with his head. Zanka sternly grasped his waist. He pushed into his backside again, as he hit his dick once more. “You fucking slut. Is this what you wanted?”
Jabber let out a shaky whimper, “Yes~ fuuuck…. I did.. mgh…”
With a quick pause, Zanka pulled his own boxers down. “Theres.. Lube in the pocket of my pants.” Jabber whispered, his voice low and greedy. “Huh? you carry lube on you?” Zanka asked, curiously. “It’s a small amount and I get off a lot-”
“Ew. Whatever.” Zanka said, cutting him off. He hurriedly leaned over to his ignored pants on the floor, and checked both pockets before finding it. A small container of lube. He headed back, unscrewing the lid. He sighed, leaning down. He indulged his fingers in the lube, warming it up.
After getting a good amount on his fingers, he pushed a finger into Jabber, parting him. Jabber whimpered at the finger. Zanka curled his finger, pumping it. He pushed another finger in, also pumping them.
He eventually started scissoring them apart, stretching his hole. Jabber whined at the stimulation, pushing back toward his fingers. Zanka continued, enjoying his small whimpers. He pushed another finger in, earning a full moan from Jabber. He curled them, pushing them in further.
He had them in deep, brushing against his prostate. Jabber gasped, his wrists quivering pathetically against the wall. Zanka grinned to himself, seeing how affected Jabber was. His legs trembled with need, his hips bucking against Zanka’s fingers. Zanka dug deeper, letting Jabber enjoy the moment. He whimpered once again.
It made something dark and hot curl in Zanka’s stomach, he loved seeing Jabber like this; pathetic, whimpering, submissive. He brought his lips towards the taller teenager’s neck, biting down with some force as he continued to pleasure him. “Z…Zanka…” He whispered softly. Zanka bit harder and pushed deeper in response, causing Jabber to moan again. He continued to curl his fingers and push them around, indulging in the tightness of Jabber’s ass.
He pulled his fingers out with a plop. “You’re all talk, aren’t ya? Now we’re here and you’re so silent.” Zanka teased, blush creeping on Jabber’s face. “Quiet too.”
Another pause. The sound of fabric dragging against skin- Finally, Zanka was going to fuck him.
After a few long seconds, the anticipated contact began. Unable to look, Jabber relied on his sense of touch. He felt Zanka’s dick pressed against him, and whimpered impatiently. Zanka’s hand crept up, grabbing his waist while the other hand pulled his ass cheek.
Too close yet too far, His tip was pressed directly against Jabber’s entrance. Jabber squirmed under Zanka. “Pleassseeeee……. push in…..” He pleaded, his voice slurring as he moved impatiently. He was so needy, thumping filling his ears from arousal. Zanka stayed surprisingly quiet. His hand around Jabber tightened, as his hips quickly thrusted forward. Jabber whimpered, getting stretched immediately.
He breathed heavily as the first ring of muscle was pushed past, and Zanka slowly made his way in. “Zaaankaaaa….” Jabber whined, his hands clabbering against the wall desperately, as if forgetting the state they were in. Then, Zanka whimpered. It was unmistakeable- Jabber’s mouth opened, going dry. He sounded so vulnerable. He tried to turn his head but failed, as Zanka continued pushing in. “Did you whimper~?” Jabber teased, a grin spreading across his face despite his condition.
Zanka’s face grew red, and he stared at him blankly, gnawing at his lip. Still quiet, he pushed in a bit quicker in an attempt to distract him. “Soooo cuteeee hehe~” Jabber expressed, his voice mocking.
Zanka grunted in embarrassment, he hated when Jabber teased him. Instead of pushing in slowly, he jabbed the rest of his dick in, quickly. Jabber moaned at the brutal thrust, his voice astonished and caught off guard. “Be quiet.” Zanka commanded, a hand suddenly reaching towards his upper body, and gently wrapping around his throat.
Jabber’s body was hot to the touch, he was so tense that he was overheating. Zanka grinned to himself, taking it as some personal victory. “Can you move nowwwwwww?” Jabber asked impatiently. Zanka followed, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in with full force, the sound echoing across the room.
Jabber practically gasped at it, clearly surprised. His legs shook slightly, as his lips crashed together in an awkward silence. Again, Zanka rocks his hips. Jabber feels a small burn, but it’s immediately overrode with immense pleasure. Zanka was being so dominant, so hot, he couldn’t take it.
A hand brushed his dreads out of his face, then quickly tugged. He cried out like a little bitch, as Zanka grinned to himself and just thrusted again. He was surprisingly rough, Jabber wasn’t expecting that. However, despite his whole act, Jabber knew he was bullshitting. Zanka’s face was pretty red and his eyebrows were furrowing, as he bit his quivering lip roughly, stopping his moans.
He was extremely hot like that, Jabber couldn’t help but smile to himself. Lost in his train of thought, a rougher, more intense slam got him. He gasped, his hands shuddering. Was that his prostate? Did Zanka just hit his prostate? His neglected dick quivered at the feeling, Zanka’s tip brushing against his prostate. “Found it.” Zanka clarified, before pulling out until just his tip was left, and then slamming in again.
Jabber cried out again, his ego finally faltering as he was at the mercy of Zanka. He mumbled something incoherent, probably begging Zanka to keep going or be rougher. Zanka squeezed his throat rougher, and Jabber whimpered quietly at the grip. Zanka’s nails sunk into Jabber’s ass, as he thrusted again. His pace quickened, slaps of skins audible across the area. Jabber moaned at every thrust, his face pressed against the wall desperately.
He arched his back more, letting Zanka hit his prostate directly EVERYtime. It was an incredible feeling, he got closer with every thrust. Zanka wasn’t trying to hide his noises anymore. He quietly whimpered and groaned with each thrust. It was too much, the pain on his ass, the hickeys on his neck, Zanka’s face in his neck, The hand on his throat, the hand on his ass, the veins inside him, the restrained wrists, his neglected dick; he needed to cum so bad. And somehow, Zanka buried himself even deeper, his thrusts even harder.
“Please, Zanka… ‘m so close.. Fuck.. I.. Please.. Yer so good at this… Harder.” Jabber gasped out, his words coming faster than he could think, his mind focused on the thrusts as he shut his eyes. A small grunt escaped Zanka, and he rolled his hips once more, and that was enough for Jabber.
His unstimulated dick spilled cum all over himself, his breath coming out in short gasps as Zanka didn’t stop. He continued thrusting, gently kissing the skin of Jabber’s neck. “‘most there, kay? Promise.” He rasped, continuing his brutal thrusts until he finally finished, riding out his orgasm with a vulnerable whimper. He came inside Jabber, who didn’t seem to mind and actually whimpered at the heat inside of him.
Zanka and Jabber breathed heavily against eachother, Zanka’s grip loosening as he pulled out with a plop, sinking to the floor after pulling his boxers back on. Jabber layed next to him, his head in the younger teenager’s lap. “That was sooo fun~” Jabber cooed, grinning ear to ear. His usual personality was restored after a few minutes, though just being wrecked. Zanka’s face was still flustered and he looked back at Jabber, biting his lip with embarrassment. “What, Zan-Zan~ Didn’t enjoy it? yoy were whimpering when fucking me, hehe~” Zanka’s face grew even redder, refusing eye contact with the dreadhead. “No, it’s not that. I did have fun.” Jabber licked his dry lips, pushing a dreadlock out of his face before speaking. “So then what?” Zanka paused, then spoke. “It was weird. I felt like, I don’t- know.. I just needed to hear you moan, or something. I’ve never felt so intense about that. I just wanted to devour you or some shit.” He spoke, avoiding eye contact. Jabber raised an eyebrow, taken aback by his words. Zanka looked back, seeing his confused expression. Jabber then giggled. “Of course you did~! You’re such a dominant fuck…” He teased, Zanka’s expression displaying annoyance again. Unconsciously, his hand was playing with Jabber’s dread locks in his lap. He looked at him concerned, as if thinking about something. Jabber raised an eyebrow. He looked away. “Hey, Jabber?” He said, calmly. “Mhm? Whazzup, man?”
“I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?” he said softly. “You look, uhm.. Weak?” Jabber stared blankly before laughing. “Oh, Zanka~ Maybe you did hurt me, but I love the feeling. I would let you slap me then fuck me stupid anyday~!” He purred. Zanka looked back at him, his expression relieved but somehow shy. He let out a content sigh. “I’m glad. I uhm.. really enjoyed that.” He said awkwardly, a small smile playing on his face. Jabber looked blankly, then grinned. “We should do that again~” Jabber suggested, his voice honeyed. Zanka tilted his head. “When?” A small click of his collar followed, as Jabber held it out. “Whenever~” he said, as Zanka understood. Zanka unclipped his collar and they both bit their fingers and put some blood on the other’s collars. Zanka bit his lip. If anyone found out he traded blood with a Raider- he would be dead. After a few minutes of just talking, Zanka’s collar vibrated. He sighed and picked up, hearing Enjin’s voice. “Heyyy, Zanka! Where are ya? You’ve been there for a while.” Zanka froze, as Jabber grinned. “Oh, uhm. Well I ran into a raider when I was finishing up so-” He muttered, his voice nervous. “Really? Are ya okay?” Enjin asked, concerned. “I’m.. Just fine. I’ll be back soon..” He spoke, glancing at Jabber as he talked. “What are you doing right now?” Zanka froze. “Uh..”
“Zanka?”
“Sorry, Enjin. I’m gonna go now..”
“Wait-”
He ended it abruptly. Jabber burst out laughing. “What are you gonna do when you’re back?! Say you got all dommy shit and fucked me?!” He said, his voice full of humour. Zanka’s face turned red with embarrassment and irritation. “Do I have to fuck that attitude right out of ya next time?!”
“Hehe~ Next time~? How about now~?” He cooed, grinning at Zanka as his fingers held his collar. Zanka’s face turned red, his eyebrows furrowing. “You’re such a slut!” He yelled, knowing he was already getting aroused as Jabber climbed into his lap. Zanka got back to HQ really late that night. Nobody wanted to ask what happened, except for Riyo who was met with a flustered face and silence.