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Zanka pulls out what has become his classic: Lovely Assistaff lines up and then slams down over Jabber's wrists, blocking Mankira's claws from swiping but also effectively pinning his wrists above his head.
Panting, Zanka steps one foot over him, then squats so he's almost straddling him, but doesn't put his weight down. He grins down at him.
Oh, no. Jabber was going to admire the view while he caught his breath, but now he struggles in earnest, feet kicking at the ground to try and get up. Zanka's got that Look in his eye, and Jabber knows if he doesn't escape now he's fucked. He begins babbling before he even realizes it.
"Zanka, Zanka, please; you win, okay? You got this round, let me go—" he rambles, tugging at his hands and deactivating Mankira to try and wiggle loose.
His pleas fall on deaf ears. Zanka drops to his knees, settling over Jabber's hips. Any other time, this would be so incredibly hot, but Jabber's heartrate spikes for a completely different reason. Zanka's hands lay palms-down on his chest. Jabber can't help it; he fucking whimpers.
"Zanka, please, c'mon man, please? Please don't, please don't..." he continues to beg. He can hear Riyo and Enjin off to the side already making fun of him (Enjin's 'damn, he hasn't even touched him yet!' and Riyo's 'yeah, it's over!') and Rudo making gagging noises, but that doesn't matter right now.
Zanka chuckles. "Please don't what, Jabber? I don't know what you're talking about," he hums, not a care in the world. Jabber's been getting more sun lately, but even with how much darker he's gotten, he knows his blush is probably extremely visible.
"I... I... Zankaaaa, please don't…" he tries again, tugging again on his arms. Lovely Assistaff doesn't budge. He remains stuck. Zanka keeps grinning. His fingertips tap-tap-tap on his stomach, barely even making contact, but the muscles there flinch automatically. Oh, god.
"Jabber~," Zanka sings at him. "Don't what? You gotta be more specific, sweetheart."
Jabber's lip wobbles. Ugh, Zanka's being such an asshole! "D-don't... uh..."
"Ye-e-es? Don't...?"
Deep breath. Eyes squeezed shut. "T-tickle me..." It comes out all shaky and lopsided. Zanka's grin stretches into a broad smile.
"Aw, you want me to tickle you? Why didn't you just say so?" he exclaims, that false cheer injected into his voice, sending shivers down Jabber's spine. He bucks his hips, thrashes wildy, one last attempt to get Zanka the hell off him.
"Fuck no!! That's not what I meant! Zanka, please!" is all he manages to say before his boyfriend's fingers dig into his sides. He wheezes, sucks air in, then cackles helplessly.
Those first tingles of sensation always render him utterly boneless. Zanka knows this, and so as soon as Jabber is laughing, he deactivates Assistaff so he can pour his energy into torturing him.
Jabber's arms instinctively come flying down once his wrists are released, but Zanka catches his hands, tucks them both under his knees, and keeps going. He digs his fingertips into the soft spot right below Jabber's ribs, kneading viciously.
Jabber shrieks, tossing his head to the side. A mistake. Zanka immediately reaches up to scribble at his neck, and even though his shoulder shrugs up in defense, it's not enough because his hands are trapped.
Jabber's wailing turns into high-pitched, whining giggles. The kind Zanka is admittedly weak to, his boyfriend giggling along, as well. "You're so fucking adorable like this, you know?" he says, whispered just for Jabber to hear, and only because he's so genuinely earnest about it does Jabber not completely hate the tease.
Still, it makes his stomach swoop, and already there are tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He shakes his head, partially to deny the accusation, partially a shitty-ass attempt to get away from Zanka's evil fucking hands.
Zanka brings his hands down once more, grabs his hips, and squeezes. Jabber's body lurches forward, curling up towards Zanka, and his laughter turns silent. When he comes falling back down, Zanka braces the back of his head from the impact, but then goes right back to drilling in the little dip in his hips. He even leans down and peppers little kisses on his neck that leave him squealing.
Tears run down his face now, silent laughter giving way to breathless cackling every now and then, but his chest hurts and he feels even weaker, somehow.
Desperately, Jabber manages to find the words. "Zanka, please, I give…!" he cries, and like a switch being flipped, Zanka stops.
The wild light in Zanka's eyes is still there, of course it is, Zanka loves toeing the line of too-much with Jabber. Jabber loves letting him. But his face is soft when Jabber can finally peek at him. Zanka's got a light blush going, too, and he smiles gently as he moves to sit beside Jabber instead of straddling him. He places a hand flat against Jabber's forehead as Jabber wraps his arms around himself.
"You okay, sweetheart? Didn't go too far, did I?" Zanka's voice is low, sweet as honey. Jabber shakes his head, breathes deep one more time before sitting up. His arms are jelly, even when he locks them behind himself to stay sitting.
"I'm f-fine…" Jabber stutters. They simply sit for another minute or so, breathing in each other's presence. Jabber's head feels fuzzy. Zanka stands up, offers his hand. Jabber takes it, wobbles a bit before Zanka's hand steadies him at the small of his back. The contact makes him jump, though.
"I'm not, I'm not, promise," Zanka chuckles, and they walk back over to the bench where the others were waiting. Jabber sits, Zanka hands him a water bottle.
"Too bad we didn't know about this when we first met you, huh?" Rudo says way too fucking casually for how flustered Jabber ends up. He almost chokes on his water.
"You little shit! You'd best get on somewhere, if you know what's good for ya!" he threatens, only for Rudo to give one of those fuckass ugly smirks.
"Or what? I'll just do what Zanka does! You'll be down in no time!"
Ew. No. "Like hell you will! Get the fuck away from me!" Zanka steps in and drags Jabber up and back towards the building.
"We'll see you guys at dinner, yeah? Probably gonna take a nap til then," he say. Enjin and Riyo wave them off. Rudo makes more gagging sounds. Jabber turns to stick his tongue out at him.
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They get showered, eat a snack, then climb into bed, Jabber wrapping long limbs around Zanka like a snake.
Zanka starts undoing the bun Jabber threw his locs into so they wouldn't get wet, runs his fingers over his scalp to soothe the tension away. Jabber melts further.
"You sure it wasn't too much?" Zanka asks again. "You were crying…" Jabber huffs into Zanka's chest.
"You like it when I cry." "Only when you like it! I'm serious, answer the damn question."
Jabber raises his head, props himself overtop of Zanka by his elbows. "Sunshine, if I couldn't handle it, I would have tapped out sooner. You know that. I'm good, swear." He yawns wide, and Zanka wrinkles his nose and shoves his face away.
"Okay, alright, I believe ya. Go to sleep." Jabber settles back down, tucks his face into Zanka's neck. Zanka's arms come up and wrap around his shoulders.
They drift off.