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Thigh brushed against thigh, shoulders touching; every small shift and graze was growing impossible to ignore. Zanka subconsciously let his eyes trail down, hands tightening in front of him and pressing against Jabber’s chest as he wondered how it might feel if he were to place them instead against Jabber’s body. The warmth beneath his palms, the slope of the other's waist, and the thickness of his thighs. Fuck.
_Or: The Janka fic where they're both stuck in a tight space, get a little horny, and things get a little 'handsy'.