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The small room at the inn was vaguely similar to his own at the headquarters, with the muffled noise of people walking by coming from the other side of the dor and even the not-so-soft blankets and off-white pillows where his head was resting now carried a little familiarity that made it somehow easier to relax and accept it when his boss scurried into the room and onto his bed with soft words and rough hands, like a dream come true.
The moment he started kissing his chest, Zanka thought it might be a dream.
Zanka's eyebrows furrowed when he felt Ejin's fingers slipping out of him, a pathetic sound escaping his throat, something half moan, half cry accompanied by a few tears forming in his eyes.
"What? My little Zanzan can't stand to be empty? Does he need something inside this pretty pussy of his that bad?" Enjin cooed.
The tears were making Zanka's vision blurry, preventing him from seeing the blonde man's face clearly, but he knew the blonde well enough to know that Enjin was giving him that smirk of his that made the teen's heart beat faster, and his knees feel like jelly every time he used it. He didn't even have a chance to answer before Ejin's fingers were teasing him again, softly tracing circles around his clit without actually touching it, almost like torture, simply waiting for Zanka to beg again.
The man raised his hand off Zanka's cunt to slap it right back with force just enough to make the young boy jolt and bite down his lip, not breaking skin, but the sensation was enough to get more fat tears rolling down his cheeks and into the pillows.
"Did ya' hear that? You're so wet, sounds like playing on a puddle!"
Zanka almost rolled back his eyes. Stupid man saying the most ridiculous things at the worst moment, he was lucky to be hot, otherwise Zanka would've already shoved him off the bed.
Or… that's what the young one would say to himself while knowing damn well that his mentor had him wrapped around his finger. Besides, Enjin was right. He really was that wet already, his hole was begging to be filled again.
"Please… Enjin, I need it…"
"What do you need, baby? Be a good boy and tell me."
'Be a good boy and tell me' Of course Zanka wanted to be good, to be rewarded with his Team leader's praise no matter how or why, and Enjin knew it well enough to use it against him in the bedroom. It almost made him feel dizzy, and sometimes he felt like he could come just from getting praised.
"-njin… 'need yer dick…"
"Yeah? I'll give it to you soon, just tell me where you need it, babe. Here?" Enjin dipped his fingers in for a second, collecting some slick from the boy's pussy before trailing up to Zanka's face. "Or do you want it here?" The blonde's smirk was getting wider as the boy clumsily licked his fingers clean.
"-side… m' pussy…" Zanka tried to talk around Enjin's fingers. Choking on his mentor's dick was tempting too, but the feeling of emptiness after having those thick fingers inside was too much to ignore. "Wan' yo' to fuck me… fuck ma' pussy please."
"Heh… since my little Zanka asked so nicely…" Enjin finally put his hands on Zanka's thighs, spreading them open to fit himself between them. Zanka couldn't help but stare at Enjin's dick hovering over his cunt, a knot tightening on his tummy when he noticed that the tip almost reached his belly button.
"Are you ready, baby boy?" The blonde readjusted Zanka's legs, drawing them up to his shoulders, a tattooed hand softly rubbing the teen's milky thigh. "Oh, why am I even asking? Of course you are, ain't you the most perfect thing for that?"
The man rubbed his dick between Zanka's folds a couple times, getting himself coated on the boy's slick before taking his dick with one hand to help guide it inside, both men eye's fixed on Zanka's cunt as it greedily welcomed every inch of Enjin. Slowly, inch by inch, Enjin buried himself to the hilt, the hair at the base of his dick getting wet with his partner's slick. Zanka couldn't help but moan as he saw their bodies flushed together like that and the small bump on his tummy.
"Fuck, look at that babe" Enjin lightly pressed down the bump, making them both groan "this is a first for me" the blonde giggled, raising his gaze to catch Zanka's eyes "you were made to take my dick, so perfect… My perfect Zanzan"
The idea that he had given Enjin something that no one had gave him before made Zanka feel over the moon, the pride mixing with the praise his walls squeezing around Enjin and making them both moan again. Enjin started moving his hips, sliding out a couple inches before thrusting back in, rinse and repeat in a constant rhythm that, while nice at first, was driving Zanka crazy.
"Don't- Don't go easy on me now, Enjin" Zanka thrown his arms around the blonde's neck, pulling him closer even when that made his legs bend more and feel sore, his lips brushing against Enjin's ear "I am made for you, just take what's yours" he bit Enjin's earlobe.
As soon as his teeth let go, Enjin turned his head a little crashing his lips against Zanka's. At the same time his thrust turned deeper and faster, setting the pace Zanka had been dreaming of. The blonde kissed like if he was trying to devour his partner, stealing every gasp, moan and any little sound that came off the other's mouth like if he needed them to survive. All Zanka could hear were Enjin's groans and the slapping of skin on skin from the others balls hitting against his ass, feeling lightheaded with every praise that spilled from his superior while that glorious cock kept hitting all the right spots inside of him.
Enjin moved his hands to the sides of Zanka's head, his weight forcing the smaller one legs' to bend even more, turning his thrusts deeper and deeper. Zanka's mind started to get foggy as he felt his orgasm building up, getting closer to release with every snap of Enjin's hips.
"C'mon babe, cum for me" Zanka squeezed his eyes shut. This had to be a dream.
And what a dream it was.
When Zanka opened his eyes, he was back at his room at the cleaners, his not-so-soft blankets and off-white pillows right where they belonged, Lovely Assistaff —the one thing that Zanka was glad never appeared in those dreams— resting against the wall beside the headboard right where Zanka had left her when he'd gotten ready for bed. The clock on the wall showing 4 am, there was time.
He raised from the bed to put a sheet over his jinki and rapidly came back, lying down before throwing an arm over his blushing face. The teen sighed, his hand sliding past his underwear's waistband.