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“Is it real training? Or another excuse to feed into Zanka’s praise kink?” Riyo’s voice has been haunting Enjin like a ghost for days. She had been tired, half-asleep, and leaning against a still slightly snoring Rudo when she said it so she likely doesn’t even remember it, but Enjin just can’t seem to forget.
He’s used Zanka’s hero worship and the kid’s propensity for brightening up at positive reinforcement in order to get them on track or help the team before, but he’s never put a lot of thought into it. Now he can’t stop thinking about it and with that brings the question, does he keep doing it? And if he does keep doing it, is he alright with the fact that Zanka is deriving some sort of pleasure from it?
Enjin’s mind gets away from him too often. The filthy tendrils of his brain wrap around the thought process and take off with the speed of a truck. The mental image of Zanka writhing in pleasure on his lap isn’t exactly new alright? But the idea that he could get the kid there with a few choice words? That’s new, so new that Enjin is thinking about it all the time.
“Good job,” he says on accident after Zanka skillfully dispatches two trash beasts the size of HQ itself. “Your technique gets better every day.”
Zanka flushes a little, a pleased smile flitting across his face as he thanks Enjin for the compliment. It’s so normal, not even a stitch of sexual undertone in it, but Enjin suddenly feels like a hungry animal.
“You’re good at that,” Enjin murmurs, low and pointed when Follo and Rudo manage to hassle Zanka into teaching them how to play pool. “Bet it’s real easy for you considering your vital instrument.”
That one gets a shy hand to the back of Zanka’s neck and a soft laugh, cheeks still pink stained and lashes lowered so that when he looks up at Enjin it almost reads as demure. ‘Ya really think so? I hadn’t thought about it.’ The clear plea for more praise to be given that Enjin had answered like a dog with a bone.
It still hadn’t been enough to prove that Zanka had some sort of kink for it though.
He returns from a mission and finds Zanka waiting to ask for details the way he always does, ever greedy for information that might prepare him for his next fight, and Enjin throws an arm around the teen’s shoulders. “I love hearing your voice, it always lets me know I’m safe and sound.”
Zanka chokes, looks away, worms his way out of Enjin’s grasp and says something about forgetting that he has training with Rudo. Zanka never forgets a thing and Enjin can’t help but focus on how red the tips of his ears were.
Every day Riyo’s throw away comment gets more and more validated.
“No one fights like you, I could watch it all day.”
“You handled yourself well out there, at this point it’s like I only come along for the show.”
“Absolutely breathtaking, I never doubted you for a second.”
His words get too genuine, too soft, not teasing enough. He’s looking for too long, looking too often. He’s memorizing the different shades of Zanka’s blushes, the way his breathing hitches, the catch of his teeth along his bottom lip like he wants to hold back a noise.
The thrill that he gets from watching Zanka react to words alone is unmatched. He spends nights thinking of new ways to compliment the boy rather than charming his way into women’s beds. He spends downtime glancing at Zanka out of the corner of his eye, over the edge of his cards, blatantly on the training grounds.
Rudo and Riyo have been giving him curious looks. Semiu and Corvus have been giving him knowing ones. Enjin himself is starting to come to terms with the fact that he doesn’t just occasionally fantasize about fucking his mentee.
The thoughts of Zanka writhing in his lap or arching beneath his hands are one thing. Enjin’s a pervert, always has been, and he’s not exactly apologetic about it. The thoughts of waking up next to Zanka, curling up with him on the common room sofas, holding his hand while walking down the street, and whispering sweet things into his ashen hair? Those are dangerous, greedy things.
He needs to stop before something happens that he can’t take back. He needs to put his foot down on himself before he gets too gluttonous and ruins a good friendship. Because Enjin always ruins things like this and he always chooses people with an insane capacity for forgiving him just like Zanka. Only if he messes this up, he’d rather cut his fingers off than ask for forgiveness.
It comes to a head, just like he knew it would, with the two of them alone.
They’re in the hall outside of one of the many parties that HQ throws at the drop of a hat. This one is some Spherite thing that Rudo blushing brought up while avoiding Amo’s eyes. Valentine's Day. A celebration of love and one of the most colorful things on the Sphere — a place notoriously full of white — with red and pink hearts littering the streets.
Zanka is victim to the occasional flight of fancy just like the rest of them and while he doesn’t own a lot of red, he’s dressed up his dual black and grey casual ensemble with a pair of earrings. They’re different from his usual tassels, red loops more akin to something that Enjin would wear with wooden brown and red beads hanging below them that click pleasantly when he moves. Enjin’s been listening to them for hours, never too far from Zanka’s side.
Now, Enjin’s fingers run through the strands of beads, curling around them in a way that makes them click all over again. “These suit you, you should wear them more.”
He doesn’t even get the chance to revel in the way Zanka’s cheeks flush and his eyes darken because the kid steps right up into Enjin’s space — space that Enjin opened when he reached out like that — and grabs him by the front of his red sweatshirt. Zanka has to push up on his toes a bit but it doesn’t exactly give Enjin much time to realize what’s happening before Zanka’s lips are on his. It’s warm, sweet even, and Zanka has definitely kissed before.
The fingers Enjin had hooked around the earring press against the side of the teen’s neck and he should use the grasp to scruff the kid and pull him away. A responsible adult would do so. Enjin isn’t responsible. His other hand presses against the small of Zanka’s back to help steady the younger man’s balance and Enjin leans into the kiss, moving his lips against Zanka’s pointedly.
“I really didn’t want to be another notch in yer bedpost,” Zanka breathes when they pull apart, fingers still tight in Enjin’s shirt, “but ya keep doin’ this to me and I’m starting to think that I might as well make that notch count.”
Enjin’s chest burns.
Enjin’s hands press Zanka closer, fingers curling into his hair and the loose fabric of his shirt possessively. “You could never be a notch in my bedpost, Zanka. Don’t,” he has to take a breath to contain his upset and anger at himself for making the boy feel that way, “Don’t undersell yourself like that.”
Wide blue eyes stare up at him. “What… what do ya mean by that?”
“If we do this,” Enjin breathes, shoving down that old surge of anxiety, “you have me, kid. This isn’t some one and done ordeal. You mean too much for me to do that.”
Zanka surges into another kiss, this one firmer and more desperate. His hands detach from Enjin’s shirt to tangle in the man’s hair like the mess of gold is a lifeline. When Enjin kisses back just as hard Zanka shelters a small moan between their mouths, opening his to allow Enjin a taste of him. He tastes like the blueberry soda he likes so much and suddenly the older man can’t get enough.
“Take me to bed,” Zanka breathes against his mouth once they start to pull back from the kiss. Those big blue eyes are so dark they're nearly black and Enjin is hit with the vision of them glazed over in pleasure.
It’s only a few halls to Enjin’s bedroom but it feels like he’s walking miles trying to look casual with his arm slung over Zanka’s shoulders the way it is. Nothing should really stop anyone in their tracks, after all Zanka has escorted him back to his room drunk a hundred times before. Only he’s not drunk tonight, he had two drinks because they were brought to him but he spent far more time with Zanka and Riyo tonight than at the bar.
Once the door to his room is shut behind him all bets are off. His hand hooks around Zanka’s neck and he reels the boy right back into another kiss. Zanka has absolutely nothing against the heat in this kiss judging by the way his hands slither beneath Enjin’s sweatshirt and begin to rub circles into the older man’s skin.
They make their way to the bed in jilted steps, Enjin’s hands sliding down the younger man’s body to hook under his thighs and lift him. Pressing Zanka into his mattress is its own brand of drug, the strong, lean lines of the teen’s body aligning with his. Hiking up the boy’s leg, Enjin presses closer so that he can grind his erection against Zanka’s—
“You’re not hard yet, sweetheart,” Enjin murmurs once he pulls from the kiss, “need me to say more pretty words to get you there?”
“I won’t stop you, but…” A breathless laugh escapes Zanka, his hand retreating from Enjin’s skin to grab him by the wrist. He leads the man’s hand beneath his waistband until the man’s fingertips encounter hot, slick, matted hair and then an engorged clit just above a very wet slit. “This is as hard as yer gonna get me.”
Sucking in a breath, Enjin’s eyes creep down Zanka’s body to where he’s pressing his hand under the waistband. His fingers press in, sliding along the boy’s folds exploratorily and the soft noise Zanka lets out in response is like music to his ears.
“After all this time you still surprise me,” Enjin admits, voice coming a bit rougher than before.
“I hope that’s a good thing,” Zanka hums but there’s a string of nervousness at the edge of his voice that Enjin hates.
Enjin’s hand shifts, two fingers sliding over the head of Zanka’s clit. “Baby, it’s taking every bit of my self control not to rip these pants off you and put my mouth to work.”
The teen keens, letting go of Enjin’s wrist and immediately hooking his fingers under the band of his pants to start pushing them down. “Fuck self control. Enjin, ya have no idea how many times I’ve imagined that.”
Enjin doesn’t waste any time getting with the program. Zanka’s pants land somewhere on the floor and his thighs lay over the older man’s shoulders giving perfect access to his cunt. The blond pauses for a moment, running his fingers through wet folds to work Zanka up while he gets a look at what he’s working with. “Gorgeous.”
Zanka’s thighs twitch and he gets impossibly wetter against Enjin’s fingers reminding the man of exactly how they got here. He’ll get back to the praise in a minute but for now he wants a taste. Lowering his head, he follows the path his fingers made with his tongue. A moan escapes him at the musky flavor bursting over his tongue and he immediately dives in.
The teen is a record full of soft moans and needy gasps above him, fingers digging into Enjin’s hair and pushing him a bit. Every urge towards Zanka’s clit or hole is answered with a firm tongue and careful fingers as Enjin tries to feel him out and see what will loosen him up and bring him pleasure the most. Everyone is different but Zanka seems to particularly like Enjin’s tongue pressing against the bottom of his clit and his fingers pressing deeper rather than upward in search of his g-spot.
His fingers are thicker than Zanka’s so he’s extra careful when he slides the second one in only to have the teen’s thighs tighten around his head. Zanka climaxes for the first time with a gasped out curse like he’s surprised it’s happening. Lifting his head with his tongue still firmly pressed to the boy’s twitching clit, he finds Zanka looking at him wide eyed and red faced.
“You taste so good, baby,” Enjin praises, pressing his lips against the boy’s clit in a sweet kiss. There’s a gush of wetness around his two fingers on top of the slick sliding down his palm and he has to hold back a smirk. “I wasn’t even trying to get you off, I just wanted to taste you more, but I guess you knew that didn’t you? Got off just for me so I would have more to taste.”
Zanka whines, pulling a hand from Enjin’s hair to grab his shirt collar and use it to cover part of his blushing face. “Yer fingers are bigger… I… it feels really good,” he mumbles something else that Enjin doesn’t quite catch.
Rocking his fingers in and out of the teen, Enjin lets out a curious noise. “What was that, Zanka?”
“I like being full,” Zanka eeks out, half-heartedly glaring down at Enjin like he’s been forced to admit something devastating.
“Yeah? I can fill you up, Sweetheart.”
Enjin drags his fingers nearly all the way out and extends his index, lining it up to slowly fill Zanka with three instead. This time he watches the teen’s face, taking in the way his lashes flutter and his eyes roll, the breath in his chest hitching and then releasing with a choked moan. From there, he drops his eyes to his hand, watching his own fingers pump into the boy. Heat coils like a snake in his stomach at the sight of his tattoos disappearing inside of the teen.
“You take me so well, too,” Enjin purrs, “look at that, already taking three of my fingers.”
“Enjin,” Zanka breathes around a moan, his walls clenching and releasing around the man’s fingers. In response, Enjin slides his tongue over the man’s folds once more, gathering more of that delicious slick on his tongue and swallowing it down. The fingers in his hair clench and pull. “Stop messing around and fuck me.”
Well, you don’t have to tell Enjin twice.
Both of them make disappointed sounds when Enjin has to pull his fingers out to get his clothes off but it urges Zanka into shedding his own shirt and scooting up a little more against the pillows. Enjin retrieves a condom from the drawer while he’s up, still being careful not to let his wet hand touch or linger anywhere when he’s got perfect lube at the ready.
“Do we have to use that?” Zanka asks, voice quiet. When Enjin looks he finds Zanka looking at the condom in his hand. “It’s not like I can get pregnant.”
Feeling like it’s totally not sexy to bring up if Zanka just can’t have kids or if he’s on birth control, Enjin chooses the secret third option. “We have to this time, but later we can visit Eishia together and make sure it’s safe for us if you really want that. Alright, Zanka?”
Zanka swallows and nods, clearly trying to not look disappointed and Enjin slides between his legs to press a kiss against the downturn of Zanka’s mouth.
“You think I don’t want to see that?” He whispers, peeling the condom open out of Zanka’s sight. “You think I don’t want to see this pretty cunt of yours dripping with my cum? Think I don’t want to finger it back in and lick it back out after?”
The teen slumps back against the pillows with a moan, looking as if he might faint from how red his face is.
“You like that don’cha?” Enjin hums as he slips the condom on and begins pumping his hand to spread Zanka’s slick over his cock. Positioning his head against Zanka’s opening, he tilts his head and lowers his voice. “What was it you said? You like feeling full? Let’s see how much I can fill you up.”
Zanka hooks his legs around Enjin’s waist, urging him forward with an arch to his hips that makes it easy to bury himself inside the teen. If he thought Zanka was hot and tight around his fingers the way he feels around Enjin’s cock is like a dream. Once he’s buried within the boy fully he leans down to slot their lips together in another kiss and this time Zanka kisses him with ferocity, nipping and licking into his mouth with hunger.
His fingers dig into the teen’s skin wherever they can, denying his thighs and the curve of his hips as he loses himself a little in finally being inside of the other man. It’s everything he wanted and nothing like he expected in equal measure. Enjin finds that he wants to drown in the scent of incense and sex, to dive into the taste of Zanka’s mouth and not come back up for air, to bury himself in the firm softness of the younger man’s form and never leave.
It’s jarring, opposite of anything he’s felt during sex before, and he has to distract himself before he gets into a spiral.
“Feel so good around me,” Enjin praises as he pulls from the kiss, catching his breath. “You take it so well, baby, like you were made for it.”
Zanka moans and rolls his hips down into Enjin’s thrusts. He’s clenching up inside, reacting to the praise once again as much inside as he is out. Fingers dig into Enjin’s scalp and the skin of his shoulder encouragingly.
“I’ve been thinking about this, how you’d look under me, over me, in my lap,” the older man admits. “My imagination could never hold up to how beautiful it is in person.”
A keen works its way out of Zanka and his thighs clench with his insides this time, every part of him tightening around the older man. “Say it again.”
“Beautiful,” Enjin purrs, not missing a beat as he dips his head to press kisses along the lovely line of Zanka’s collarbones. “Breathtaking. Stunning. Enchanting.”
Zanka laughs breathlessly, eyes dark and glazed over with arousal. “More, please? Again?”
Something about it, the fact that Zanka is comfortable enough with him to ask to be showered in praise, sends a fun little tingle down his spine. That combined with the way Zanka has been clenching around him and rolling his hips has Enjin right on the cusp of his orgasm. He drops one of his hands between their bodies, slick fingers finding Zanka’s hard clit as he continues.
“So damn gorgeous wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,” Enjin praises and even to himself he sounds a stroke away from orgasm. “You’ve been such a good boy for me, opening up on my fingers nice and easy, letting me fuck you into my mattress like this.”
He’s losing the plot of it all but he could care less as Zanka arches underneath him, wailing his name in a way that has Enjin thanking whatever god is out there that he had Gob but a sound dampener in his room years ago. The teen’s orgasm takes him over the edge too, mumbling the whole way about how good Zanka is for him and how beautiful the boy looks in his arms.
When all the weight of the emotions and the come down hit him, Enjin is extra glad he insisted on a condom because it means it’s much easier to clean them up and replace the sheets on the bed. Though, while he does so, Zanka begins to tug back on his clothes and eye the door nervously.
“You aren’t thinking of sneaking off on me, are you?” He asks and immediately wishes he would have phrased it differently. He doesn’t want Zanka to be kept here if the come down is worse for him or he’s the type to not want to curl up in bed together afterwards. Before he can correct himself, the teen shakes his head.
“No I… I left Lovely Assistaff in my room for the party but I don’t really like sleeping without her nearby.”
Understanding lances his chest immediately and Enjin reels the boy back in to press a kiss to his head. “Divide and conquer then. You go get your vital instrument and I’ll get us some water. We should hydrate before bed.”
So divide and conquer they do, Enjin retiring to his room at the same time as Zanka does, Assistaff in one hand and one of his uniforms folded under his other arm. They drink their water together, Assistaff leaned against the wall next to where Umbreaker hangs and Zanka’s clothes on top of Enjin’s dresser. It’s a lot… and the older man finds that he really likes the idea of it continuing to happen.
He thinks about clearing out a drawer while he curls around the boy. Contemplates putting up another set of hooks so Assistaff can hang next to the bed the same way Umbreaker does. Slowly he drifts off but not before Zanka who buries his face against Enjin’s tattooed chest and falls asleep straight away like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
It’s almost praiseworthy.