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“Ohhhh Zanka…” a voice purred, the chin of the face that the voice belonged to sat on Zanka’s thigh, and the man himself was sitting between his legs.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” Zanka whisper-yelled. Hands pulled at long locks, slim fingers curling around some golden rings decorating them. The pulling only made Jabber smile as his head was forced to tilt up. He shouldn’t have snuck into the Cleaners HQ, but, in his defence the window was open. He did not knock or pick any lock, the room was inviting him in itself!
“Lord forbid I miss ya.. it’s been a whiiile..and I fear nobody can beat me as well as you~” Jabber responded, feeling the hand in his hair pull his head further back. Zanka was tired, obviously. He had slight eye bags, dark blond hair fluffed up and his staff stood beside his door. The pyjamas he wore were so plain and simple, consisting of only grey sweatpants and a white shirt, that was it.
Now, the room itself was almost pristine..compared to this trash wasteland. Every surface was clean, there was no denying that. The only thing that brought the disarray of the earth, a reminder of how cruel and unfair the sphere treated them, was Jabber himself. Wearing his usual attire, the rings on his fingers were the only thing truly clean and shining. He may not take them off often, if at all, but he cares for them better then he cares for his safety.
“No. I don’t care, get yourself out of here and go…” Zanka paused, thinking of a word to choose. Does Jabber even have a home? What is “home” to him? No. A man like Jabber would not have a home. “Go back, somewhere, just not here.”
“Zanka, Zanka…” Jabber tutted, releasing a small huff of air afterwards, “sending me away? Come on baby, you know how long it took to get here? Don’t be ridiculous..”. He tried to press his face into Zanka’s stomach, gently nuzzling the soft material of his shirt for only a moment before his hair was tugged on again.
“Yes..?” Jabber asked innocently, pink eyes staring into blue.
“Go back.”
“Nah nah! Come on..its your boy Jabber..your favourite man..” he replied, his right hand now gripping the other mans upper thigh, “would you pull my hair just a liiiil-“
“No.” Zanka said firmly, holding him just so that he couldn’t pull away, but not more, refusing to deliver the pain Jabber chased. Staring down at him, he had to wonder how exactly they got here.
Yes, they fought, and yes Zanka at first hated his guts. Not Jabber though. The first beating he received from Zanka involved Rudo’s help. And my, this kind of beating was practically a marriage proposal to the masochist. How he was still standing by the end is a mystery to Zanka, but he doesn’t need to know everything. But how they got here exactly is a different story.
At first, Jabber found the cleaners, and that is where his nightly visits became a thing. The said visits were met with fighting and having to hide just before the other boy at the time spotted him. That was three years ago. It all began with Zanka believing he was going mad, the window was giving him the absolutely creeps, and so the first solution was very thick blinds. So dark that even the glow of the sun was completely extinguished if the curtain was drawn during the day. And yet, that didn’t work. The window, more often then not, carried strange noises on it. Scurrying tapping which was then followed by scrapes. He would check once, nothing. Okay. Just the wind. Second time? Hm, maybe imagination. But after a couple more times he fully believed he finally was starting to go mad. I mean, even thinking such a thing already means something is horribly wrong. Point a finger to any person wondering this trash filled earth and Ding! Ding! Ding! They are probably mad. Jabbed being the prime example of this statement.
Once a year from their first meeting passed, and the blinds were on his window for half a year, they began to get torn. Small at first, and little by little the tears grew too large for him to ignore. Like a frog in a pot, if you let the frog sit in water slowly coming to a boil it won’t notice a thing. And that is what dear Zanka was in the moment. He thought that, well, since he is mad, the curtains were some explainable occurrence, a very natural thing. The earth is trash, so they must have been bad quality. And so, poor thing was left completely in the open again.
By the time he got new blinds, a month has passed. And one may ask, why take such a long time? But alas, Zanka is a picky young man, and won’t settle for something that won’t do its job well. The story repeated in two months time and now that could not be explained by his madness!
Zanka stayed up for so many nights, sleeping during the day until finally, the moment any noise appeared he tore the blinds open and blue eyes met pink. A second of stunned silence followed, primarily because Jabber knew Zanka had given up on trying to catch the anonymous guest, and did not expect him to sit by the window to avoid making a sound with his footsteps.
Staff in hand, only one slipper on and running on pure spite Zanka chased the bastard for half the night, which only served to be the most exciting thing Jabber has done so far, hence why he refused to forget the night. Zanka passed out at some point later, maybe from the lack of sleep, maybe from the poison, a tiny scratch from sly claws he did not notice. What happened then is completely unknown, only that he woke up in his bed, nicely tucked in and his staff in its usual spot! Now that the guest was exposed, the visits became much rarer, yet Jabber started to act almost like a cat or perhaps a crow. Pretty trinkets were left at his window sill after every visit, which were no longer just during the night. They were always in a good condition, clearly cleaned from signs of scrubbing on the material, left behind from hands that were too rough and quick. Perhaps a small statuette, maybe a shiny pair of earrings, or better yet, a prosthetic eye, polished until it shone brighter then most of the earth’s population’s future.
And maybe after a whole year of this, Zanka had to admit, he was very slowly getting used to this. Once, Jabber got enough courage (not really, no, just enough hopes and prayers that half the cleaners won’t chase after him if he does this) to show up and talk to Zanka directly. The unexpected guest, for the first couple of times, was met with some disdain, but the gifts were truly getting to him and soon enough he became a tolerable company.
Now, Jabber tried nuzzling against Zanka again, this time the target of his affections became his thigh. Hair was tugged on again, a pleasant sting of pain that made him smile. Theres no way for Zanka to avoid feeding into this man’s annoying wants. Affections? Much welcomed! Pain? Oops! Someone is now far too excited, and all that energy goes where? To poor Zanka, who enjoyed and regretted it each time.
“Mmm…maybe pull a little more?” Jabber proposed, his hands sliding up Zanka’s legs until they settled comfortably on his waist. His rings glowed faintly, just like his eyes. He almost looked like a cat now.
“I know, what if I ask?…Zaaaanka..staring at me like that? Come onnn..ya know you want it. You want me, won’t you admit it if I ask? All nice and polite for you~”. He sat a little straighter as he felt the hand in his hair loosen. He immediately pulled himself forward, face right in Zanka’s chest. Hands immediately flew into the air to pull him away, tell him ‘fuck off’ and go to sleep, only to stop at the insistent display of affection which was seldom seen, and if it was seen at all then perhaps the day was an exceptionally good one, or someone wanted a very specific something.
“Please? Would you please not push me away?” Jabber asked, his voice just a bit higher pitched and clearly meant to mock “Yeah? Let me stay beside you, just for tonight maybe?” This ‘just for tonight’ happened far too many times.
“Jabber. Go back. Let me sleep.” His hands darted down to grab his chin, and his attempt to pull away was met with a loud whine, another thing rarely seen, heard, if at all.
“Jabber? The fuck are you o-“ His voice was cut off as Jabber only forced himself back to his chest, this behaviour was completely odd and unnatural. Was it possible for someone already mad to become mad a second time? Is he okay? Had he hit his head?
“Come on..not fair. Not fair not fair not fair-!” Jabber tried to protest, voice getting increasingly louder with each word and Zanka had to shut him up with a hand over his mouth.
“Mm!! Phm mhmhm!” Jabber still tried to complain.
“Shut! Up!” Zanka whisper yelled, staring down at his face before slowly pulling his hand away. With a tired sigh and an eye roll he refocused on Jabber, “what do you want?”
“Finally asking the right question!” The other man complained “I’m neglected and lonely and you have gotten the audacity to ask what I want?!” He whisper yelled, trying to keep the voice level steady. “Gueesss~” he practically purred again.
“…” what does he want? What could he want? Theres so many things! He could want anything, he could want to try out new poisons on Zanka, for fun (absolutely not), he could go for straight up cuddling and taking up most of the bed space…
Jabber slowly moved his face lower, now back to having his face in Zanka’s stomach..
..He could want to borrow some of his items? For what purpose, he couldn’t know. He did say that his shirts “smell nice”, he could maybe want his earrings to fix them, they have gotten a little tattered lately…
Jabber went even lowet, purposefully, until his cheek was wresting on the other’s thigh.
… Or, he could want..this.
Jabber moved again, head still resting on Zanka’s thigh with his hands moving from Zanka’s wait to the waistband of his pants and, just to rile him up, his head moved until he placed a kiss right onto his groin.
Zanka’s expression was both pure shock and horror. That action alone was scandalous! Hands flew, hair was pulled, pleased hums were heard and a very red faced Zanka stared at a very smug Jabber.
“What are you doing?!” Zanka exclaimed, maybe a little too loud. A calloused hand was placed over his mouth and he was too tempted to bite down on it.
“Nah ah, why so loud, gotta give you a lesson for not following your own damn rules.” The other complained, the second hand, which was still on the waistband, went beneath the clothing before being grabbed at the wrist and forced to a halt.
“Im tired and I am so close to passing out . You cannot just come here when you please and do as you want! I got plans! I have my own schedule too, you might as well be considerate of that-“ his body jolted slightly as Jabbers hand reached its destination and began palming him through his boxers.
“Hey! I just said something!” He tried pulling Jabbers away, and was only met with a kiss to his clothed upper thigh.
“Come on baby, relax~. Can’t you show some love to good lil ol’ me?” he shifted over, repositioning himself so that Zankas leg was between his own, his chin to Zankas knee.
A small shift of Jabbers hips, just a small thing against Zankas shin. He raised himself a little higher, some space between his hips and the floor and rolled them again, all while staring straight into Zanka’s soul. His fingers curled around him and moved more steadily now and he relished in the way Zanka’s face continuously got more pink
“Quit- that.” He said, stifling a sound between his words.
“Stop?” Jabber questioned, pulling his hand away. Alright. “Cool, coolcoolcool. I’ll have you feel sooo jealous of me then.”
He began to roll his hips on Zanka’s shin again. Shame has yet to find this man, and maybe she did, when he was a child, took one good look at him and then loudly proclaimed ‘don’t want this one!’ Because clearly he has none of it. Exaggerated sounds spilled from his lips, all the while Zanka tried very hard to keep a straight face.
“Zanka..see how good you make me feel? Don’t you want to feel nice too?” Jabber asked, rolling his hips harder against his leg and biting down on Zanka’s thigh. His hand gripped his waist, the other held the bedsheets near him.
“Mmph..you feel so good, and you aren’t even doing a thing.. you really will leave a pal like me all alone? With no- ah- no proper relief? Cruel. Cruel, mean Zanka!” Another roll of hips and his hair was gripped a third time tonight, clearly it will be pulled on much more often later on, and he was forced to a stop when the other forced his leg forward. The pressure on Jabbers dick hurt, burnt even, but he was only please, letting a small sigh of pleasure slide by.
“That’s it, you’ve annoyed me enough. Give me Mankira.” Zanka proclaimed, extending a hand. Those rings were very, very dear to Jabber, and he rarely took them off, if ever. However, he trusted Zanka enough to take them off for a short amount of time when around him. After all, Zanka’s staff isnt currently on his person, and he can’t best him anyway.
Slowly, all the while maintaining eye contact, he took the rings off one by one and placed them into the outstretched palm. Despite the visible irritation, Zanka was very careful when he placed the rings on the night stand and even took a moment to organise them. All of them were upright and all were organized in a perfect line. Not even a chance of them rolling off the wood and landing to the floor. Which, in a way, made Jabber very pleased.
“Aren’t you a dear?” He teased before he was pulled up by his collar.
“Up.” Was the only word Zanka needed to utter before Jabber was up and on his, already sprawled out.
“No. I said up.” Zanka repeated and Jabber only scrambled to his knees, tilting his head. Is this what he meant? Maybe. Surely. Perhaps?
Zanka got up and slowly made his way to his closet. The door came open without any noise of protest from the hinges. The only sound was shuffling of clothing behind him, which he ignored for the time being. He pulled out a box, silently closed the doors and turned to find Jabber with his shirt abandoned on the floor. No shame, clearly.
With a sigh, Zanka bent over to pick it up and toss it onto a chair at least. He looked up and almost bonked heads with Jabber.
“What’cha got in there?” He asked in mock innocence. What a liar, he knows whats in that box for he personally opened it and tried every item in it multiple times before.
“…why are you like this? No, hands off. You will sit and wait.” Zanka replied, setting the box to his table as the other simply slumped his shoulders. This was just cruel! He can’t wait that long! His patience is not that great!
But Zanka is well aware of that fact, and since Jabber is so adamant on ruining his sleep then so be it, but then he will take his sweet time with these items, cleaning each and every single one. A soft , small white rag was pulled from the box with a cleaning liquid gently dapped onto it. As he took out items from the box and laid them out he couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction of all the noises of protest and frustration from the other man. Clothes shuffled furthered, more articles of it thrown onto the ground, which only made Zanka clean slower as a punishment. And he said ‘hands off’, so every time Jabber even as much as tried to get close he would pull away and pause what he’s doing. Then, just to make it worse he also went all the way back to the closet and pulled out a familiar towel, since who on earth would go through all that and sleep on filthy bedsheets? Maybe someone, but this someone is not Zanka so Jabber better not be that someone either. The messed up clothes were moved from the floor, then neatly folded and placed on the chair at his desk.
Metal clamps were cleaned, which were connected by a chain meant to be tugged on. Handcuffs, also meticulously cleaned, because every time Jabber thrashed to draw blood from himself on purpose and ropes were easily slashed by his vital instrument. Hence why it’s no longer allowed during such nights. Even then, rope burns look much messier, and a long strip of rope is far more tedious to hide, much less clean off the blood on it! Then, the blade ot a small pocket knife was also sanitized with antiseptic and placed aside.
“Zankaaaa!” Jabber complained, slumping against the wall with an audible ‘thump’. The man himself turned and only spared the other a glance before averting his gaze. He was already bare, kneeled with his thighs spread and staring straight into Zanka’s soul. If he looks for too long he might loose his patience all together and pounce on him as is.
Because he obviously couldn’t keep cleaning these items the whole night he decided that perhaps it was enough. He set them down on the pillow, organized by size. He shooed his love away, only for a moment to arrange the towel properly before allowing him back to his spot. With an exhale he sat down in front of Jabber and instantly pulled him in for a tight embrace. They were sitting chest to chest, arms tight around the others waist and nose in his neck. With an inhale he pulled away, starting to kiss all over his shoulder. Not for too long, though.
Jabber was the first to pull away only to crash his lips into Zanka’s. Over and over until coherency was promptly parted with and all that was left were desperate, sloppy movements. Both were panting quietly, but even that small noise felt too loud in the stillness of the room.
Jabber rolled his hips into the others again, continuing to do so while kissing him. Zanka could feel a familiar feeling swirl in his stomach at those persistent action. He only let out a small groan into the other’s mouth before pulling away, refusing Jabbers hands that itched to have him back against him.
“Hands behind..your back.” He spoke between pants, reaching for the cuffs. Why behind his back and not, say, above his head? Because when he lays down, and he will eventually, that position is uncomfortable, which what Jabber is after anyways. And he did move his hands behind his back with no complaint, provocatively arching his back while doing so. Zanka didn’t waste his time and quickly closed the metal around ashy brown wrists and placed the key next to the confiscated vital instrument.
“Zanka!” Jabber complained once more. He used his lover’s name one too many times in one night… “I can’t even touch you while you get to play with me all night? Ohhhh you wanna do something fuuuuucked-“
“No, you are being noisy again!” Zanka whisper yelled, a hand over Jabbers lips before pulling away just a bit.
“Awh, do I get a kiss for staying nice and quiet? Come on, gimme a reward!” The same hand covered his lips again, and the other pinched the bridge of Zanka’s nose.
“Imbecile…” He muttered, pulling away to get the knife, which only made Jabber’s dick twitch in excitement.
“Ohhhh go on, stab me~ no? Slice me! Zanka! Zanka give me back my rings! I want some poison!” Jabber was now mindful of his voice volume, but not at all mindful of what he was saying. Zanka took the pocket blade and flicked it open, gently dragging the blade down Jabber’s chest without drawing any blood.
“And what if I refuse? What, hm? You wanted to be good earlier, so be quiet and maybe then I will give you both, a kiss and this knife.” Zanka replied, pulling away and placing the knife on the pillow.
“No- no come ooooon! Thats no fuuun! Heyheyhey! A kiss? Zanka I’m being quiet! Where’s my affections?” Zanka only raised his hands and pushed Jabber backwards onto the bed, until he was laying down with his arms beneath his back. He shifted uncomfortably, but theres no way to make one feel less awkward in such a state. Zanka raised a hand and strikes Jabber’s side, then his thigh and his face. His eyes raked over the form, drinking it all in. Gorgeous, and perhaps too responsive for his own good. Any little thing sets him off.
“Baby, baby~ hit me harder, won’t ya be a dear?” Jabber tries, watching Zanka reach for the metallic clamps which were placed onto both of his nipples.
That definitely earned a reaction as he let out a hiss of pain and squirmed were he lay, eventually settling down with barely labouring breathing. He was about to speak further but had Zanka’s fist wrapped around him, stroking him in quick, steady pumps. He arched his back, groaning quietly into the air as his eyes became a bit more lidded. Sounds of encouragement only made Zanka move quicker, reaching out a hand to tug on the chain that connected the clamps.
“Mmmph…Zanka…” Jabber whispered, his back arching off the bed a small bit before falling back down. His eyes landed onto his lover, and for a moment Zanka saw that gaze again. The same look he gave him when they first fought. He was in love from the very first day, and its still there. Oh, how poetic if it wasn’t for the situation they were currently in.
Zanka tugged harder on the chain and Jabber let out another hiss, his hips stuttering into his love’s fist on his own accord before an idea appeared in the younger man’s head.
“Wow..look at you doing all the work..perhaps you can continue, since I’m not needed.” Zanka said, his hand coming to a stop, however the one on the chain kept pulling in quick, short tugs.
“Ha-aah..cruel..cruel Zanka..doesn’t love me properly”. Jabber muttered, lifting his hips before letting them drop. Zanka closed his first tighter and Jabber’s head fell back against the pillow once more. He picked up a pace, fucking himself into the tight fist. With each passing moment his movements became messier and sloppier as time went on. Maybe Jabber was complaining, but that is because he is lazy. In reality, he is overjoyed at this cruelty. If anything, this is far too gentle for him, but alas one can’t be insane every waking moment.
“Aahh.. Ah!…” He thrusted forward until his eyes rolled back and he came all over Zankas hand with a groan, the towel beneath his hips catching most of it.
Jabber panted, looking up through his lashes, “See? I’ve been..so good for you…you promised me a thing or two..” He whispered, taking breaks to pant heavily. Zanka obliged, leaning down to kiss him. It was slower, more controlled and certainly not as messy . His teeth bit into Jabbers lower lip, drawing blood and a satisfied moan against his mouth. He picked up the blade, and dragged a long line straight in the center of Jabber’s chest, drawing a crimson path behind. Each movement was slow as he proceeded to flick the blade across other parts of his torso. A small cut there, a tease here…
“Zanka…I want….” Jabber attempted to say something, yet gave up half way through as his lover leaned down to kiss him. He hummed in satisfaction and allowed the knife to be pulled away from his chest. When they parted, Jabber only leaned up again, not caring that he was already out of breath, he wanted his lover’s lips, affection, anything that he will give. He swore he could take and take and take, it didn’t matter what it was as long as it was Zanka’s.
“Mmm..so good for me..nice, still and silent for once..” Zanka whispered against Jabber’s lips before pausing. Something was moving against his side, and Jabber was definitely not still anymore. He looked down and found Jabber hard…again. The look he gave the other man was one of pure ridiculousness.
“It wasn’t even five minutes!” He proclaimed in a hushed tone, pointing at him, “What the fuck gets to you this much?! Do you even get tired? Is there an off button?”
“Baby, daaarling~ you know you don’t want me tired..I can see very clearly you haven’t gotten your fill..you want meee~” Jabber dragged out, watching the blade get tossed aside. With a curse, Zanka began removing his own clothes, taking his sweet time again. The air burned the slashed skin on Jabbers chest, but it was much welcomed. He stared at Zanka the whole time, committing every second to memory. The shirt was the first to go, then his sweatpants, then his boxers. They were folded, and neatly put away onto a chair, right next to a pile of Jabbers clothes. He climbed back to the bed snd forced his lover’s legs apart, watching him shift around a small bit. His hands moved along the spread thighs, stopping near his groin before wandering back up. They went to his face, two fingers forcing entry past his lips. Jabber opened his mouth, tongue lapping at the intrusion excitedly. When Zanka deemed it to be enough he pulled away and pushed one finger through Jabber’s entrance. The man stiffened before relaxing and Zanka pushed in two more. It became a steady rhythm, followed by quiet moans as he curled them just right. His fingers eventually retreated, once Jabber was riled up and barely containing his impatience. Zanka wrapped his fingers around himself, giving his own dick with a few steady pumps, followed by quiet exhales before lining himself up with Jabber and slowly pushing in.
He groaned in satisfaction, watching Jabber arch beneath him. He clumsily reached for a pillow and placed it beneath the raider’s hips so he is kept slightly elevated for both of their comfort. He pulled out slowly, stopping when only the tip was left before slamming back in.
“Ahhh~” Zanka couldn’t keep himself quiet, so he leaned down onto his elbows, caging Jabber in. He moved slowly, taking his time before the other started to roll his hips quicker, a silent sign for him to puck up the pace, so he did. His movements were quick, thrusts where sharp and in a very clear pace. His lips found themselves occupied all over Jabber’s wounds, kissing and licking at the blood until his mouth was stained red, fucking himself into Jabber until his whole body shook and his lover was barely holding himself together. Back arched, muscles strained, wanton moans spilled past his lips without any restrained, although quiet as Zanka request.
“Baby..” Jabber began, his head leaned to the side to expose his neck, which Zanka was happy to mark up all over. Blood stained kisses where left, bites stood as reddened rings against his flesh.
“Mmm~ just like that..keep going baby..” Jabber continued, his head falling back further. Zanka barely felt coherent as he rutted himself into Jabber like an animal. He felt the masochist below him start to faintly writhe as he was nearing another orgasm, so Zanka picked up his pace again, moaning against Jabber’s throat, his fingers gripped at the darker skin, nails digging into the flesh with ease.
Zanka came into Jabber with a loud moan that was barely hidden away into the raider’s neck, while the other came shortly after. Making much less noise as his head lolled to the side, pink eyes trained on blue.
“Mm..love..go on, free me” Jabber whispered, staring at his lover in a way that screamed exhausted, but not satiated.
“Give me..just one moment.” Zanka whispered, letting out the tiniest sound ss he pulled out of Jabber and simply laid on top of him for a minute. Who cared that Zanka’s chest was covered in Jabbers blood, or that his lips and teeth were stained with it? He raised his head, trailing soft kisses against Jabber’s jaw, pausing as he felt him shift to sit up.
He did move off of him with a disapproving sigh, taking the key from the nightstand to unlock the metal rings with a soft click. The moment it was gone, so where all the safety precautions.
Jabber suddenly pushed him backwards, a hand on the back of his head in case he hits anything (theres nothing even there…) as he settled on straddling Zanka’s waist. They ended up with their legs on the pillows, and their heads where the legs should have been.
“Jabber? Hell are you doing?” Zanka whispered, staring up st the masochist with confusion and undeniable exhaustion.
“Oh, baby, do you think Im done? Nooo, I’m faaar from satisfied.” Jabber purred, leaning lower to trace his tongue along Zanka’s jawline. He started off with small kisses, trailing them up to his ear as his tongue gently flicked its shell, “Nobody gets me like this..how can I ever have enough when you are right here?” He questions, moving himself until he was seated between Zanka’s legs, rolling his hips against his lover’s. He seemed to never run out of energy, this little freak.
“Jabber..no, I’m so, so tired…is your plan to put me into a coma? How are you able to do this for so long? Where is your off butto-“ his voice was cut off by a whine as Jabber lined himself up and started pushing his dick into Zanka’s tight entrance without any preparation beforehand.
“Jabber!” Zanka complained, squirming in his spot. It felt like too much, he was never the type to be able to go for multiple rounds as he got overstimulated very easily.
“Shhhh, let me do the work…would ya like to be a dear and be quiet, hm? Who’s the loud one now?” Jabber teased, snaking his hands into Zanka’s until their fingers were intertwined and he was pressing the cleaner into the mattress. He stayed still, letting Zanka get used to the feeling before moving . Small, stuttering thrusts were the first to be done. Jabber relished in how quickly Zanka became overstimulated. Its so amusing to hear him be unable to contain himself, writhing as he was held down..its far too pleasing to hold him down and to kiss him silent as he gets too loud, he always does.
“Jabb- Ah- slow down..” Zanka started, knowing if he went any faster he would not keep his mouth shut.
What did Jabber do? The exact opposite of what was asked, obviously.
He practically fucked Zanka into the mattress, listening to moans that kept getting louder, along with occasional whines that slipped through. Zanka’s body grew impatient, he was hard again, gripping Jabber’s hands tightly as his back arched. It was far too much and so his eyes were starting to become prickled with tears. His moans grew too loud and he found Jabber’s lips right up against his to muffle the noise. His lungs burnt from the lack of air, making his vision swim, or was it the tears? He couldn’t tell anymore.
Jabber wrapped his hand around Zanka’s length, stroking him repeatedly as his lover all but lost it. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he moaned practically non stop. Hands gripped Jabber’s, all sense lost. He thrashed as the pleasure built into an unbearable level, and kept building until Jabber came, his actions slowed down as Zanka orgasmed less harshly then what would have been have the masochist not altered his pace.
He lay beneath Jabber, panting heavily as his head fell back with a soft groan. He was blinking rapidly to rid his eyes of tears, almost staring daggers at Jabber. The response to such a glare was silent aftercare.
Jabber took off the metal clamps from his chest, setting them back in the box. The knife, handcuffs and the key followed suit. He quickly put on his rings and personally moved Zanka until he was on the right side of the bed again. The towel was tossed into the laundry basket, a spare washcloth was found to rid the cleaner’s chest of his own blood before he began tending to his own wounds. After that was finished, Jabber settled in beneath the blanket and pulled Zanka in.
“Mmm..my strong, full of energy and stamina-“
“Shut up.”
“Ohhhh Zanka…”