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Zanka was fucked. Totally, and utterly so fucked.
How in the hell did he manage to fuck up this badly?
Tonight was meant for him to relax and unwind, but in the span of one night, he’d almost gotten his ass beat, and even watched someone get head. If Riyo had figured out what he had been up to since she left him to his own devices, she’d definitely be shocked.
Every single thought was racing in his head. What if this spread, and he was known as a fucking creep?
“I still see you, pretty boy. Don’t be shy to come in here. I don’t bite,” the mystery man replied.
Zanka was immediately brought back to reality. He looked at the man through the door, clearly hesitant.
“Are you going to keep me waiting, pretty boy?”
You know what, fuck it. Zanka gripped the door handle, and it creaked open.
“Ah… I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it, pretty boy. The mystery man grinned.
“I have a name.” Zanka hissed at the mystery man.
Dusting themselves off after the bathroom floor, the guy the mystery man was with decided to take a short exit. “Thanks for such a good time, Jabber. I had fun tonight,” the other guy had said. He shut the door behind him, leaving just him and the mystery man—no, Jabber — alone in the bathroom.
The sound of the muffled music had quickly become a distant memory, the air of the bathroom becoming supercharged with tension.
The aftertaste of beer lingered on the ash blonde’s breath, with his breathing becoming more rapid after realising the weight of the situation he was in. Fuck. To whichever god was listening, Zanka prayed that Jabber couldn’t hear his heart pounding in his chest.
“To answer your earlier question,” Jabber started up.
“I know you have a name. I just don’t really care to learn it, because after this entire exchange is over, I highly doubt I’d see you again.”
Well, shit. He wasn’t wrong, but it still made his heart ache to hear such words. However, he tried not to let it get to him whatsoever.
“Cocky, are we?” Zanka shot back. The ash blonde prickled with anticipation.
“Only for people who have me interested. And you, pretty boy, definitely have me interested.” Jabber grinned.
Jabber was the one who closed the distance, with his fingertips providing ghost touches over Zanka’s body. His body shivered at the touch, as they became more entangled with each other. The dreadhead leaned for a kiss, and Zanka hesitantly replied to it. Jabber cupped the ash blonde’s cheeks, softly brushing his palms over his jaw. The kiss deepened, and the ash blonde felt as if he was being ravaged. The taste of Jabber’s lips was like pure adrenaline itself, leaving Zanka needing more. It needed to be more passionate. More raw. Eventually, the ash blonde grips tightly to the dreadhead, as he feels him trail kisses down his nape.
“Fuck… you better not fucking stop, or I’ll have your fucking head.” Zanka whimpered. He was so fucking hard, it hurt.
In between kisses, Jabber replies. “I wouldn’t ever, hah, fuck— stop for you, pretty boy.”
Zanka flushed an even deeper red, with his lips red and swollen. Jabber watched intently as intemperate lust formed on the ash blonde’s face, slowly but surely.
“Tap me twice if you ever want me to slow down or take a break, alright?” Jabber explained.
Zanka hummed in approval.
“Now, I wouldn’t want to fuck such a pretty little thing like you in here, yeah? You deserve better than that.”
Jabber then lifts Zanka with minimal ease, as if he were light as a feather, when in reality, that could be far from the truth, into the nearest bedroom.
He then places him gently on the bed, as if Zanka were a fragile piece of china.
That was the last thing that Zanka processed as Jabber removed the shirt he was wearing and planted kisses along his chest. He arched and gripped into the dreadhead, scrambling for purchase. He could feel Jabber’s lips start to suck on his nipple. He smiled to himself as he heard Zanka’s breath hitch.
“Ahn!, fuck—-!”
The dreadhead continued to suck, and suck, with his alternate hand playing and pulling at the other nipple.
Once he stopped, his nipples were an angry red. Jabber again, peppered kisses all over his body, hoping to give Zanka some sort of relief.
“It’s okay, let go. I’ve got you, okay?” Jabber cooed as he saw the dishevelled state of the ash blonde under him.
“Mhm…Why are you being so nice to me?” Zanka huffed out.
Jabber rolled his eyes. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a dickhead. I always treat my partners for the night with respect. With reverence.”
The emphasis on reverence did something to the ash blonde. He had a feeling he was going to be here a while.
Jabber then again kissed him with unbridled want, slowly unbuckling his pants. He wanted to take the time to undo him slowly. It felt as if wherever he was touched, he left nothing but heat in his wake. To be able to unravel him until there was nothing left; and to build him back up. He then led with kisses, leading down from his chest all the way down to his thighs.
“Are you gonna fuck me, or not?” Zanka huffed.
“Yeah, but I haven’t even gotten you off. Be patient.” Jabber sighed.
Jabber then removes Zanka’s briefs, as his cock springs out, already leaking quite a bit of precum.
“Fuck, pretty boy. Is every part of you this beautiful?” Jabber panted.
While Zanka was flustered from the comment, Jabber took it upon himself to start anyway. He grasped the ash blonde’s cock with a firm clasp, his fingers digging deep into his flesh, as he started to pump up and down. His palm was slick with precum, his hand moving up and down with a slow, rhythmic motion. The ash blonde’s cock was red and swollen, throbbing with desire and the promise of release as Jabber drew out his pleasure with raw, unbridled passion. Zanka’s breath hitches sharply as he buckles into the dreadhead’s grasp.
Shlick. Shlick.
As the room filled with their obscene coupling, Zanka could feel the heat starting to build deep in his abdomen. As akin to a bowstring ready to snap under the tension, Jabber pulls away from him.
“Why… why’d you stop? Zanka sniffles in defeat.
“I want you to be undone by my cock, not by my hands,” Jabber explained.
Zanka had become flustered at the confession. Was this guy really this vulgar? “Fuck.. You gotta watch what you say, Jabber, or else I'm gonna start to think, hah, shit— that you’re getting addicted.”
“I might just be.” Jabber had fucked around countless times before, but in reality, he was really just trying to fill a void. A void of boredom that had grown larger in size, no matter how many people he fucked, or how well he did academically. Nothing had ever come close to actually fulfilling his boredom.
But tonight? Call him crazy, but this person… whoever this guy was, really piqued his interest. For the first time in a long time, he felt... amusement, akin to an itch that you were desperate to scratch. He no longer felt bored, and that made him curious about this person.
“Can’t believe I’m saying this,” Jabber started up.
“But what’s your name?”
“You’re asking me this quite literally minutes before you're going to be balls deep in me?? And here I thought you didn’t ‘do’ names,” Zanka scoffed.
“Just answer the fucking question, princess,” Jabber teased.
“I’m not a fucking princess, get that through your fucking head. Or is everything that’s up there just you thinking to bone the next person you see?” Zanka spat back.
Jabber rolled his eyes. “To clarify, I am not a whore. Far from it, actually. Plus, people come onto me, not the other way round. But you wouldn’t understand that feeling, because it seems to me that you haven’t even been around a woman, let alone a guy, before.” Jabber snarled out.
Zanka attempted to come up with something witty to say to that on the spot, but nothing felt good enough. So, he let whatever would have been words die on his tongue, never to be said.
“Now, can you please answer the question? Jabber said, clearly exasperated.
“...Fine. It’s Zanka,” Zanka mumbled, barely above a whisper, but just loud enough that Jabber could hear it.
“Didn’t catch that,” Jabber teased.
If there’s one thing Zanka figured out tonight, it's that Jabber, whoever he is, was really fucking good at getting under his skin. Zanka wouldn’t even get this agitated at Riyo, even on his worst days.
“...My name is Zanka, you dipshit!” he bellowed.
Jabber grinned at his reaction, seemingly using it as fuel. This, however, didn’t go unnoticed by Zanka.
“Easy, Mr Bad Attitude, I don’t want you screaming before I get to fuck you,” Jabber replied nonchalantly.
Zanka flushed red with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.
“Are you some type of freak that gets off on people yelling at you?”
Jabber, however, ignored the comment.
“Zanka…” as if he was testing the name on his tongue.
“Answer me!” Zanka yelled.
“Ugh, you’re too loud. You sound better when you’re moaning.” Jabber hissed.
As his silver rings and chain jingled as he reached past Zanka’s head, Zanka heard the brief sound of a drawer open and shut briefly, followed by the loud pop sound of the opening of the lube reverberating throughout the room.
As he lathered the lube onto his fingers, Jabber only offered a couple of words of warning.
“This might be cold, so try your best to relax, alright?”
“Huh? Why would that be the case—” Zanka started up.
Jabber lightly traces around his rim before slipping one finger inside.
“!!!!”
“Is it uncomfortable?” Jabber offers as words of reprieve for the ash blonde.
“A bit, fuck—, but I think I’ll be able to mm, manage.” Zanka winced.
“Are you sure? I can obviously take a break if it hurts.”
“I’m fine… just give me a moment to adjust.” Zanka clarified.
“Alright, just tell me when you’re ready,” Jabber replies.
After a few bouts of barely repressed whimpers, and reassuring sweet nothings being whispered,
“I think I’m ready. You can move now.”
Jabber simply nods as he thrusts the finger in slowly, wiggles it just slightly, and then pulls out. He starts to build a rhythm, slowly but surely.
“You’re moving so slowly, “ Zanka starts.
You are aware that you can handle me a little bit rougher than that? I’m not porcelain,” Zanka whispers.
“ I know I could. But since this is probably your first time, I want to take it slowly, so I don’t overwhelm you. But if you believe you can handle more fingers, I’ll gladly do so,” Jabber explained.
“While you’re at it, can you go faster, please?
Jabber frowned. “You take what I give you, Zanka.”
Zanka practically melted at the way Jabber had said his name.
Jabber pushes another finger in, and Zanka sighs, as if an itch of his had been scratched.
Building upon his previous rhythm, Jabber started to increase in speed as Zanka writhed under him.
“Yes, fuck— like that!” Zanka moaned as he grabbed the sheets under him, scrambling for purchase.
Jabber then adds a third finger, eager to find the bundle of nerves that promise greater pleasure.
“Hah… Holy Shit, Jabber,” Zanka whimpered as he threw his head back, lost in the throes of pleasure.
Jabber’s fingers lightly brushed against the bundle of nerves, and Zanka arched, gripping onto the sheets beneath him like a vice.
“Oh, god, fuck!” Zanka moaned out.
Jabber scoffed.
“There aren’t any gods when I’m fucking you. Now focus on me and only me, Zanka.”
That familiar heat had started to build deep in his abdomen once again,
“Ah, ngh, I’m gonna cum soon…” the ash blonde murmured.
Upon hearing this, Jabber immediately withdrew his fingers and began lightly tracing Zanka’s rim, as if teasing.
Zanka cried out at the loss because he hadn’t felt this empty in a while, and this little fucker had denied him the right to cum, twice.
“Do you have a thing for seeing me suffer? Why won’t you let me cum?!” Zanka seethed.
“Because I told you, you’ll only be coming on my cock and not my fingers. Do things go through one ear and out the other?”
“If you don’t, I’d rather do it myself if you’re not going to anyway.” Zanka droned.
“Have you never heard of the saying ‘patience is a virtue’??” Jabber shot back.
“I have, it’s just that a certain guy is fucking pissing me off.” Zanka deadpanned.
“Yeah? Even if that certain guy is about to give you what you want?”
Wiping sweat from his forehead, the man pushes his dreads out of his face, and the golden adornments clink against each other. Jabber teases with his cock around his rim before he finally thrusts into Zanka’s ass, making a home for himself in that tight warmth. It’s perfect. So damn perfect. Heavenly, even. The way his ass clenches around his length, taking most of him all at once. Jabber glances down at Zanka, who is silently weeping. For the ash blonde, it felt as if every single nerve in his body was on fire.
The dreadhead plants kisses all over his face. “Shh, it’s okay, Zanka, you’re okay. I won’t move, okay?” Jabber coos of reassurance.
After what feels like ages, Zanka got accustomed to the stretch.
“...You can move now.”
At first, Jabber gives some experimental thrusts, trying his best not to hurt Zanka, but eventually, he falls into a rhythm that is just perfect for the ash blonde.
“Ngh, ah-”
“You look so fucking pretty, baby, look at you, taking my cock so damn well.” Jabber praised.
Jabber loves it. How dishevelled the other had become, how quickly his insults had turned into a litany of moans, pleas, and whimpers as he writhed under the dreadhead.
And once that rhythm had become too predictable, too familiar, Jabber set on a punishing pace, attempting to nail that bundle of nerves that would make this pretty boy sing a sweet summer song. Jabber was going to carve a place inside him, no matter what.
And when he did, it was so worth it.
“Agh, hah, Ffffuck–, please, please, let me cum,” Zanka had started to plead.
And who was Jabber to deny that request?
“Fuck, Zanka, hah, shit– baby, it’s like you were fucking made for this. Made to take my cock and, mm- get fucked silly on it,” Jabber panted.
His jerking hips created an even quicker rhythm, creating squelches as he snapped against Zanka’s ass.
Squelch. Squelch.
The sounds of their very obscene coupling reverberated off the walls, followed by more pleas.
“Fuck, I’m close!” Jabber exclaimed.
“Where do you want it, baby? Inside or on your stomach?”
“Inside, fuck, ah–please?” Zanka babbled.
As Jabber continued his pace, hitting Zanka’s bundle of nerves with precision, he busied his right hand by jerking off Zanka in the meantime. He once again buckles into the grasp of the dreadhead, desperately seeking release as Jabber pumps his dick quickly. The dreadhead leans down, eager to spoil Zanka with kisses.
And finally, Zanka cums with a high-pitched scream, his eyes slowly becoming unfocused as shock of electricity ran down his spine. But all Zanka sees is his vision fading into black, and his ears slightly ringing.
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Zanka came back to his senses an hour and a half later and found himself completely cleaned, the bedsheets changed, but Jabber was gone.
Did this motherfucker really leave him here alone, after he got what he wanted??
Zanka was seething, but there really wasn’t anything he could do, realistically. He was the one who technically started all of this. He glanced over to the drawer where the dreadhead had gotten the lube to fuck him, and realised his phone was plugged in, and he got multiple missed calls from Riyo. Fuck, she’d definitely have his head tomorrow, but that was a problem for future Zanka. He did want to get but, he knew that his legs would feel like jello before he even got to the ground.
He sighed in disbelief until the door swung open with full force. It was Jabber, holding a glass of water and some ibuprofen. He set down the glass of water and the ibuprofen on the drawer closest to Zanka. “You’re awake,” Jabber said calmly. “I genuinely thought you wouldn’t wake up till tomorrow,” Jabber explained.
“How are you feeling?” the dreadhead inquired.
“ m’ fine so far, but if you overload my brain with even more questions, I think it may shut down for good,” Zanka joked.
Jabber smiled in return, choosing to lie down right beside Zanka.
“What are you doing?” Zanka asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
“Going to sleep.” Jabber swiftly replied.
“...We’re sleeping in the same bed??” the ash blonde inquired,
Jabber laughed.
“Well, yeah. I’ve been inside you, and what you’re worried about is me sleeping beside you?”
Zanka rolled his eyes.
“I didn’t peg you for the type of person to stay after they’ve fucked someone.”
“Guilty as charged. But for someone like you, Zanka..? I’d do anything to make sure this moment stays the same, unchanging.”
“So for now, we stay, and we figure out whatever the fuck we are tomorrow, alright??”
Zanka laughed. “Alright then, good night, Jabber.”
“Good night, Mr Bad Attitude.”
“Can you be fucking normal for once???” Zanka hissed out.
******
EXTRAS!! (the morning after)
Jabber made his way downstairs after a long night. He needed to do some errands this morning, and he quickly made his way to the kitchen to find the first can of Monster he could get his hands on. Cthoni was sitting by their shared dinner table, sipping on coffee, with a plate of pancakes and bacon untouched, scrolling through her phone.
“Where’s my plate?” Jabber inquired.
“Obviously not here,” Cthoni droned as she continued to scroll.
Jabber scoffed. “Wait, why are you drinking coffee? You legit never do.”
“Well, someone was too busy fucking their new boy-toy to the point where I couldn’t get any sleep.”
“He’s not a new boy-toy. His name is Zanka. Zan-ka!” Jabber replied, smiling, providing emphasis on the name.
“Don’t really care. By the way, you'd better clean up the house before Zodyl has your head.”
The mood in the atmosphere changed immediately.
“ Is he on his way back? You just had to bring him up, didn’t you?” Jabber frowned.
Cthoni cracked a slight smile. “He’ll be back in 8 or so hours, or at least that’s what he said 30 minutes ago.” Jabber groaned out.
“When I’m done, you’ll help me find out more things about Zanka, okay??” Jabber asked, with glee evident on his features. He had become akin to a kid in a candy store.
Cthoni sighed as she swatted him away. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t be that loud next time.”