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The rough hands tangled in Zanka’s hair stayed on top of his head the whole time the cleaner sucked and licked Jabber’s dick, with experienced fingers working against his scalp in encouragement to keep going. The mockery of a gentle hold almost made Zanka’s heart flutter. The light, feathery feeling in the blonde’s chest nearly caused him to pause his obscene actions and become shy—but was quickly forgotten by the thick cock hitting the back of his throat repeatedly with no mercy. His eyebrows pinched in discomfort…but also in newfound pleasure..?
It was an emotion he didn’t know how to name correctly. It’s not like he could anyway with the force Jabber was thrusting into his mouth; leaving Zanka’s mind with only enough room to think about the current situation.
(Almost as if Jabber wasn’t allowing him to think about anything else with his mouth wrapped around his dick).
Zanka choked on broken whines and whimpers in response to the deadhead's deep groans that were stuttered out with each thrust into the welcoming heat of Zanka’s mouth, the thought of being used for Jabber’s own bliss made his legs rub together—feeling his limp cock starting to get hard again, as if he hadn’t just came twice. Jabber already pushed him to the brink—blanketing his voice in possessiveness and using his talented hands to work Zanka to multiple orgasms, and now here the blonde was, on the outskirts of the East Ward, gulping down Jabber’s cock; uncaring of the potential consequences to come after this encounter.
It means nothing, Zanka tried to convince himself as he hallowed his mouth, watching in heated delight as the raider’s eyes rolled back.
Just this once, Zanka weakly thought as he swirled his tongue over the wet tip of Jabber’s dick to encourage the movements of the hips thrusting into his mouth.
This’ll never happen again, a feeble and hardly compelling thought in Zanka’s mind as he felt Jabber still—the hands on his head pushing down until his nose was flush against the dreadheads pelvis, a strange sense of repulse fluttered inside his chest, but strangely an odd mixture of arousal rose at the unusual sensation of pubic hair in his nose. Jabber’s loud moaning gave away that he was about to orgasm, keeping the blonde’s head in place as Zanka felt hot cum spill onto his tongue and down his throat, overflooding his senses with Jabber and Jabber alone.
He swallowed the raiders thick cum without much resistance, his throat flexing against the man below him—causing Jabber to wince in slight discomfort at the sudden tightness. Zanka thought that with how much poison the dreadhead consumed, it didn’t affect the taste of his release all that much. Zanka licked the length clean while leaving small kisses and a sloppy pop echoing in the empty place as he looked up at Jabber, his lips shiny with multiple fluids and his eyes filled with such lust that Jabber let out a taunting whistle.
“Damn, look at ya Mr. Proper,” The sarcasm was clear as day to Zanka, noticing the slight unease crawling up his neck and shame curling around his thoughts. Even so, he couldn’t deny how much of a different, yet guilty to him, very enjoyable encounter had been compared to their other ones. The low heat that was laying low in his belly began to simmer again, causing his body to ache for something more.
“Shut yer’ trap, Jaba.” Zanka hissed, although it came out more like a whiny plea than a command. His embarrassment only grew when the raider chuckled amusingly at his tone.
“You seem quite winded after that one little blow job,” He shot back, bristling with unexpected eagerness as he saw Jabber’s eyes glint darker with a challenge.
“Hmm?” Jabber hummed while tilting his head, his dreads beautifully outlining his face and making him look downright sexy. It made Zanka both frustrated and aroused.
He licked his lips as he continued to look the man in front of him up and down.
“If ya keep looking and me like that and bitin’ your lip I’m gonna fuck ya like tomorrow ain’t comin’.” Jabber’s voice was instantly by his ear, low and raspy from their previous activity. Without Zanka noticing, the raider was sitting up and curling his hands around Zanka’s waist, flipping the cleaner back onto his stomach, using one hand to push his back down and using the other to raise his hips in the air.
In this position, with Jabber’s hands touching him so intimately in two places at once, the cleaner felt the heat in his belly curl into a raging fire. It licked up until it found home in his chest and caused his entire body to feel as if he was thrown into an ocean of angry flames. Each touch and drag of a finger the raider gave him felt intensified, the raising sensitivity resulting in him flinching at any sensation.
I’m gonna lose my mind from this, Zanka thought as he felt Jabber fondle his ass, squeezing and spreading his cheeks and just barely brushing his thick fingers near his hole.
Zanka, embarrassingly, let out a breathless moan when he felt the chill of Mankira’s rings roam his rear, basking in the feeling of rough hands massaging the area. In the moment, it felt more relaxing—like something that would happen on a spa day than what was really happening.
“Relaxing so much while I'm touching you?” Jabber’s voice once again rumbled into his ear, sending vibrations through him. Zanka’s eyes widened as he felt big fingers invade his mouth, the pads pressing down onto his tongue and feeling around. Zanka choked back a gag when the digits reached too deep down his throat.
“That’s not very nice of you, is it Mr. Bad Attitude?” Zanka could hear the glee in his voice, and no doubt when he looked back did he see a mouth-splitting grin on the raider’s face.
Get that look of yer face jackass.
In retaliation, he grinded his hips back against Jabber’s cock, relishing in the punched out groan in response and the way the man draped himself over his back as he heard (and felt) the way the dreadhead panted like a dog in his ear.
Zanka thought he had the upper hand with the way Jabber’s fingers left his mouth and stayed laying on top of him, but no later the air was knocked out of his chest when he felt a warm tongue and sharp canines on his neck, licking all over his shoulders and piercing through the skin hard enough to leave blossoming bruises and small droplets of blood that the raider drank up as if he was a blood-sucking creature.
With how fascinated he is by the human body and its capabilities to be pushed to the absolute limits, it wouldn’t be that shocking, Zanka thought.
His body reacted immediately to the pain before he even registered what happened. His dick pulsed to the point of being borderline painful, his head fell sideways to allow more room for bites and kisses all while his hips began moving on their own—impatiently rubbing back on Jabber’s hardened cock, as if demanding for him to be inside now.
The cleaner didn’t have the time nor energy to acknowledge the humiliation that seeped into his mind as drool dripped down his chin, moaning at each and every move the raider did, getting louder and more frequent with the lewd sounds when he felt the tip of the man’s cock slip past his entrance, Jabber rutting back against the curve of his ass.
“Careful baby,” The man behind him whispered sensually as Zanka let out a loud groan, feeling the thick cock drag painfully slow over his entrance. “We're not doing that yet!” The chirpy tone of the raider’s voice almost made tears of frustration roll down Zanka’s face. He needed something stronger than all this biting and grinding foreplay that’s been going on forever.
“Well do somethin’!” Zanka shouted angrily, arching his back more and spreading his knees wider, such a clear invitation for Jabber to do anything he wanted that the man behind him clicked his tongue.
If he doesn’t fuck me I’m gonna lose my mind.
Before he could yell out anything else to encourage some damn action, he felt a finger lightly circling around his hole, teasingly popping in and out multiple times—not near enough though before Zanka could fully relax into the pleasure and feel something.
Zanka endured it for just a little longer before he reached back and grabbed the wrist of those infuriating fingers, taking it upon himself to finally shove them inside, his body melting into the ground as he used his own hand to move Jabbers’, filthy moans and whines spilling from his throat. The way Jabber’s digits were just the perfect length and thickness made everything too much—the blonde already feeling his dick swell and his gut tighten with another orgasm.
“Such an impatient guy, aren’t ya?” Jabber piqued, removing Zanka’s hand from his wrist and ramming his fingers into the gaping hole, ignoring the noises that rose in surprise and the way the cleaner tried to regain his balance—rising onto his forearms even though he still brought his hips back against the fingers cruelly thrusting into him at a rapid speed.
The cleaner’s mind was completely muddled, having zero strength to even think about anything else besides the intense pleasure and the way he wanted to ride those fingers until he was a mess on the floor.
“S-slow down–mmmh,” Zanka hardly managed to make out just as Jabber added a third finger, using three digits to scissor him open all at once. “j-just a little!” He begged, finally starting to feel the effects of his previous orgasms take over—feeling both sensitive and needy for more but awfully aware that he can’t handle the speed Jabber’s giving him.
His pleas were barely granted, a mocking sound of understanding leaving the raider before he thankfully slowed down for a minute, letting the blonde catch his breath as his chest fell back onto the ground and pleasured tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He felt beads of cum at the tip of his dick, but he willed himself to keep an orgasm away until Jabber was fully inside him.
Jabber thought he looked the most delicious (beautiful) with his back arched and his annoying (attractive) voice spilling unintelligible noises for him. Those phrases Zanka spits out when fighting only excite Jabber for so long.
“You were so excited a second ago baby,” Jabber pointed out as a sharp hand came down onto Zanka’s ass, causing a humiliating squeal to leave his throat.
D-did he just slap my ass?!
Red hot embarrassment made Zanka’s face flush a deep hue, a voice in his head glad that he’s face down—knowing that if the raider saw how he looked he would never hear the end of it. His neck and ears burned much to his dismay as Jabber remained stupidly nonchalant—rubbing the spot with a cold, ringed hand that made the cleaner more aware of what just happened.
“Are you not fancying this encounter anymore? Yer’ bein pretty quiet now..” Jabber sarcastically asked, bringing down another hand harshly to the already reddened skin, causing Zanka to hiss in both pain and delight. The rings decorating the dreadhead’s fingers made each of the slaps sting more than the last, adding a wonderful sharpness to how hard Jabber smacked him.
“D-don’t give me that, asshole.” He snapped back, unable to say anything else as another slap came down, a chopped cry escaping him as the ache settled in.
Zanka was never one to explore his sexual interests–given his desire to become worthy of the title of “naturally strong”. This encounter, even if it's been less than a few hours, has made the cleaner realize things about himself he never looked for more than a second.
One of those things, surprisingly, was being used for Jabber’s pleasure. Whether that be in fighting or having a weird sex thing going on, Zanka was into it.
Another being slapped on the ass, apparently.
His chain of thoughts were quickly interrupted when he felt Jabber tug at his face, twisting it back so they could look at each other.
“You’re strong, aren’t ya babe?” He purred as he started to move his fingers again, at such a slow pace that Zanka considered asking for more even though he just begged for something easier.
But after being slapped on the ass more times than he could keep track of, anything that resulted in pleasure was a welcome.
Even so, being praised in such a position…is doing things to Zanka’s mind and the logical part of his brain.
“Mhm…” The cleaner muttered back, weirdly feeling shyness rise in his chest, thinking Jabber’s gaze to be too intense and flicking his eyes away.
“Don’t look away from me.” The raider said, the hand on his jaw tightening to force blue eyes to continue staring at violet ones.
If this starting match went on any longer, Zanka was genuinely going to think something other than sexual and fighting appeal was happening between them.
He…didn’t know how to feel about that.
“I wanna see your face as I fuck you!” Jabber sang, his tone way too happy and excited for what’s happening.
Zanka felt a pang of fear in the way he basically announced that.
In no less time, those fingers inside him left, leaving him feeling so empty. His hole was clenching over nothing, as if begging to be filled and leaking with cum. Zanka almost lost what little dignity he had left when his mouth opened on its own—almost begging to either put a dick inside or put his fingers back.
The cleaner caught himself just in time before that happened.
He now felt the head of Jabber’s cock budding against his entrance, doing the exact same thing he did with his fingers and tauntingly popping in and out—but it’s not enough.
“Fuck, Jabber!” He angrily shouted, tugging at his dread and wringing his head back and forth. “Either fuck me or I’m leaving!”
Jabber stilled for nearly a second, as if caught off-guard by the way Zanka yelled at him to be banged into the ground.
It was short-lived, because now elated giggles were leaving that wretched mouth.
Just as the cleaner was gonna snap back with something to shut the man up, Jabber pushed in the entire length of his cock—cutting off whatever was about to leave the blonde’s mouth.
“J-jabb–ahh!”
A clipped scream left Zanka as the raider began to pound into him like some animal. He felt the man as if he shoved his cock down his throat enough to reach his chest. Feeling entirely full and oddly…satisfied. Like as if an itch he could never reach has finally been scratched. It felt relieving in a way Zanka hasn’t felt in a long time.
Time seemed to slow down for the cleaner as the dick left and entered again and again. He felt his face being pushed down onto the cold cement, then being flipped onto his back and his legs pushed into the air, as well as being shoved up against a wall as he wrapped himself around Jabber’s shoulders—holding onto for dear life as the man thrusted into him at a crazy pace while standing.
It was extremely attractive once Zanka realized he was being fucked while Jabber held him up.
Nothing was able to enter Zanka’s mind after that one thought. He felt as if Jabber was, once again, claiming his whole being. Placing his mark on the cleaner inside and out. The marks on neck and shoulders throbbed from the previous attacks of hickeys, bites, and whatever else Jabber did while his soul was being sucked out of his physical self.
At one point, Jabbed plopped him in his lap and told him to do the work himself. Zanka can’t explain the sudden power surge he felt when his hands roamed the toned chest of the man below him as he bounced up and down, someone he mentally regarded as a natural letting him take control and use him as a toy.
God, Zanka almost came from those feelings and thoughts alone.
Thankfully, Zanka managed to hold on for a little longer. He was no longer able to hold on when Jabber was repeatedly hitting a spot inside him, something that made him squeal, claw, and let loose noises he didn’t know he was capable of producing. His eyes rolled as he spasmed uncontrollably, ribbons of white cum painting them both as they panted in each other’s embrace.
He laid there, on the ground, staring up at Jabber as the man also came inside him, prolonging the process of pulling out just to hear the tired moans from Zanka and flopping down beside him after he was done.
After laying there for a while in silence, something tinged inside his mind—seeking comfort and the warmth of the body next to him. He knew Jabber wasn’t that type of guy, to give out affection and soft words after a sex workout, but still.
Maybe he would…at least for the first time?
Zanka flipped onto his side and hesitantly stretched out his arm, gently gliding his hand up and down Jabber’s chest. With each stroke the man’s breathing calmed, and eventually Zanka rested his hand instead of moving it. Jabber’s breathing was in sync with his, the blonde realized.
It made his heart feel lighter. A small smile was visible on his lips.
“Just always begging for somethin’ more, aren’t ya?” The raider sighed, yanking Zanka forward and forcing the blonde to lay his head on his shoulder as he wrapped a stiff arm around him. As if Jabber wasn’t used to this—but trying to be natural.
Huh.
Even someone as strong as Jabber Wonger isn’t a natural at everything that comes his way.
That comforted Zanka a lot more than he thought it would.
Even though this was never meant to happen, he would deal with the consequences later.
For now, all he wanted to do was close his eyes and bask in the tingly warmth in his chest when he felt ringed fingers begin rubbing up his back and drawing circles.