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“Yo Semiu slide me a Martini,” The youngest Nijiku calls whilst staggering over to the bar.
“Zanka… seriously don’t you think you’ve had enough. I mean damn you’ve drank bout half the night away.” Yet despite this remark, Semiu, the bartender, slides one anyways.
“Ya know… “ Zanka begins, catching the glass of particularly strong liquor, “it’s useless to press concerns while takin actions that contradict what you’re sayin.”
His pale, slender hands take the speared olives from their confinement and he eats them accordingly. He swallows the last one down and chugs his alcohol in the next few seconds. Semiu lifts her right hand and slams it on the counter, a typical thing she does, when Zanka comes to the bar, to indicate he needs to slow the fuck down.
“Damnit Zanka… why the hell are you drinking so fuckin much when you have work tomorrow! And your first day might I remind you.”
“That’s exactly why I’m drinkin so much,” he drinks the last drop of martini and motions for another glass, “gotta drink my life away before I lock it up for a while. I’m sure you wouldn’t get it bein a bartender and all.”
“Oh hell no, you need a break. No more for you, especially after that smart ass remark you just made.”
“Fuck come on Semiu! Ain’t this your damn job???” Zanka pleads sounding a bit desperate for whatever reason. However, the beauty in front of him doesn’t seem to really care, and she ditches him to tend to other customers.
“Man fuck this…” the blond begins to pout, hoping maybe she’d look over and have pity. Of course she never did, but it didn’t hurt to have hope.
Suddenly the jingle of the door resonated through the bar as it opened.
“Aye bartender, Get me your strongest drink! I’m tryna get knocked the fuck out tonight!” A loud guy wanders in. Zanka began to feel irritated, especially because he was also trying to “get knocked the fuck out” tonight, yet for some reason he wasn’t allowed to??? Bullshit. He turns around to say something out of pettiness, but is stunned instead.
This guy who had just walked in was totally his ideal type. He was brown skinned. the typa milk chocolate Zanka would sink his teeth in overseas. Long locks, decked out with gold hair jewelry. And if it couldn’t get any better he had piercings galore. Man if Zanka loved a man who was already pretty, he definitely loved a man who knew how to make himself prettier, and that was this guy. On top of that he could dress, too.
“So you gon stop undressin me with your eyes and say sum or what?” The guy speaks, snapping Zanka back into reality.
“Who the hell was doin that…” Zanka scoffs, failing to add bark into his voice.
The dude smirks and slides into the seat next to Zanka. He plants his cheek into his palm, and turned to face the blond.
“The fuck you lookin at.” Zanka glances at the guy next to him whom he was just pining over in his head.
“The guy infront of me…” his voice trails off as he scans Zanka’s body, getting a feel of his target with his eyes. “And my name ain’t ‘you’ it’s Jabber.”
Zanka feels a chill down his spine as if Jabber is actually touching his body. “Okay, Jabber, could ya stop starin at me.”
Jabber snickers to himself and gets up aggressively. He slams his hand down infront of Zanka’s gaze, and turns his chair to the side where he’s forced to look up at him. He gets closer to the blond’s face and maintains eye contact.
“You look like you’re lookin for a wild night, so how bout we get outta here and I’ll take you to heaven.”
“How bout no. I ain’t sleepin with no mediocre dick.” Zanka says. He knows more than anything he’d love to hop on that train and be the only one riding it, but there’s layers to this. He isn’t one to give himself up that easy just cause somebody is attractive enough.
“I’ll pay for the room.”
“You think I don’t have money or something?”
“Damn you really don’t let up huh?” Jabber looks to the side trying to come up with something else. He takes notice of Zanka’s empty glass of Martini.
“I’ll buy you another glass of that” he smirks, pointing at the empty glass infront of Zanka’s gaze.
Zanka perks up.
“Two glasses… and the room.” Zanka’s determination to get wasted screaming louder than his agreement.
“Okay bet. Bartender! Two glasses of Martini please!”
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“Damn…wait till we get past the doorway you greedy bastard.” Zanka cries out as Jabber pushes him against the wall and starts kissing his neck.
Jabber bites his neck causing Zanka to thrust him off.
“Fuck what the hell!” Zanka looks at Jabber in anger, but he soon realizes just how dazed his partner really is right now. Hes already hard and they haven’t even truly started yet, and damn. He was big. Very big.
“Shit Zanka… you made me wait this whole time as we came up here. I can only wait for so long fuck…” Jabber whimpers, he begins to turn Zanka on more and more as he becomes increasingly pitiful. And fuck… there was no question of whether Zanka wanted to continue teasing this guy until he reached his limit.
Unknown to Zanka at the time, he had a kink for making people suffer sexually. One well versed in this topic would call it sadism. This most likely rooted from being pressured constantly by his familial standards to compete with those of similar stature. The rush he got from winning or being better than his rivals was next to nothing.
Atleast, that’s what he thought, until he saw Jabber Wonger on his knees begging for him. This was a whole different kind of rush. The kind no one could resist becoming addicted to. And he was going to fuel that addiction whether he was doing it consciously or not.
“I’m not one to give people what they want so easily Jabber…” he kneels down and whispers in Jabber’s ear. “If you want to have me you must earn me like the prize I am.”
“Zanka if you keep doing that I’m gonna come…” Jabber says shaking.
“If you do that without permission I’ll kill you,” Zanka states in a low voice, clearly enjoying his dominance a bit too much. “if you wanna earn me get on that bed and prove yourself…”
As told Jabber gets up and walks over to the bed. Currently he is feeling the same rush Zanka is, only as a masochist. However, Jabber actually knew he was into things like this, but he never expected Zanka would immediately match his tastes too.
Jabber sits on the bed and Zanka climbs on top of him, moaning as he feels Jabber’s erection against him.
Jabber starts to grind against Zanka, but he’s stopped by a hand that yanks his head back by his hair. He lets out a sharp moan, making Zanka harder.
“No one said you could do that Jabber…” Zanka whispers in his ear again, keeping a firm grip on his hair.
“I wouldn’t wanna have to ruin that pretty face and body of yours so I suggest you behave,” he threatens only turning Jabber on more.
Zanka bites his neck causing Jabber to moan again. More… Jabber wanted more. He wanted to disobey so bad so he could be punished again by Zanka. He wanted to be in pain, and then he wanted to fuck Zanka, and watch his cocky and controlling attitude whither away as he’s drowned in unbelievable pleasure.
Zanka lifts his head up after covering Jabber’s neck all over with hickeys and love bites. He makes eye contact with Jabber, who was melting from the mix of having his hair pulled, and being forced to sit still despite the massive boner he had that was pressing right against Zanka’s desired ass.
“Jabber… on your knees.” Zanka demands, almost sending Jabber over the edge. He gets on his knees as commanded waiting for further instructions.
Zanka positions himself infront of Jabber, spreading his legs so Jabber was in between them. Jabber stares at Zanka’s print, mesmerized as if it was some noble statue. He starts to kiss it, resulting in a sudden moan from Zanka.
“Shit Jabber I didn’t say-“ Zanka says but is cut off when Jabber begins to lick it from inside his clothes.
“Damn Zanka… if I suck it without permission will you punish me?” Jabber looks up as Zanka’s lewd expression and begins to unzip his pants with his teeth. Despite Zanka’s Sudden grip onto his hair, Jabber’s motivation to hear Zanka’s sweet voice increases.
Zanka’s dick pops out and Jabber starts licking the base, enjoying Zanka’s reaction as his dick quivers in conjunction with his entire body.
“People usually tell me this feels really good when I suck them off,” this being his tongue piercing he’s pointing to.
“Fuck Jabber… if you do this I’ll kill you seriously,” Zanka says fearing that he’ll lose his sanity and his control of the situation if Jabber sucks him off. In turn Jabber smirks and plunges Zanka fully down his throat. He moans at the feeling of having Zanka’s entire member hitting the back of his throat and causing him to choke.
Both their moans harmonize as they feel immense pleasure together, but Zanka refuses to be humiliated alone.
“Jabber.” Zanka begins, yanking Jabber to a halt. “Touch yourself, but you’re not allowed to come unless I’ve came first you hear me.”
Jabber gazes at Zanka looking pitiful. Zanka knew Jabber was close even without directly touching himself, and he was going to enjoy watching him struggle to contain himself while he was on the verge of climax.
“Zanka if I do that I think I’ll come immediately. You serious?”
“Dead serious.” Zanka moves his foot to massage Jabber’s crotch a little.
“Mm… Fuck Zanka. Shit I’ll do it just… stop teasing me… I think I’ll finish just from your damn comments fuck.”
Zanka giggles a little, but removes his foot away from Jabber, inviting him to resume his tongue tricks.
They continued to let out moans over and over as if they were competing to see who could moan the most.
“Zanka I can’t anymore! I’m at my limit please let me finish.” Jabber begs, whimpering to the person above him who’s dominating his entire body.
Zanka smirks again and lets out a slight chuckle before shoving his dick all the way down Jabber’s throat, hitting the deepest point. Jabber yelps and chokes, but those sounds eventually dissolve into whimpers of pleasure and desperation. Jabber understands that he can only win this fight if he makes Zanka come, and Zanka was a stubborn cookie to crack. He grabs both of Zanka’s hands and starts sucking harder and harder, tightening his throat so Zanka would feel all of it.
“Shit mgh Jabber wait! Fuck… ah damnit let go!” Zanka cries out mixing his words with sexy moans that only make Jabber rougher and all the more disobedient.
Suddenly Zanka flings his head back and bucks his crotch forward. Jabber begins to feel a warm, sweet, sticky substance slide into his throat, and he begins to swallow it all. He holds Zanka still and down despite him struggling to pull his dick away. Jabber dines on his semen as if it’s the best meal ever, and to Jabber it is. It’s like his reward for his patience.
And with that, Jabber finishes also, without any aid from physical contact, moaning against Zanka’s exploding member.
Jabber gets up and places his hands on either side Zanka’s body. He gazes into his piercing blue eyes.
“Whatchu giving me that begging look for…” Zanka says finding it hard to maintain eye contact with Jabber.
“Because I’m begging Zanka. And the more you force me to wait, the harder I’m gonna go when you finally let me fuck you.” Jabber slides his hand up Zanka’s shirt, while maintaining eye contact with him.
“You really gonna make me wait that long to touch you hmm…?” Jabber asks while nuzzling his face into Zanka’s neck.
“What would you do if I tried to make you wait?” Zanka teases
“Oh please Zanka. By now you should be able to tell.” Jabber grabs Zanka’s chin. “This is the craziest I’ve gone for someone ever you know? And this is the most desperate someone has even forced me to be.”
He pushes Zanka down and begins to climb onto the bed. He slides his hand around Zanka’s body, exploring every curve. Now Zanka is the one moaning and whining from the touch on his sensitive skin. Jabber starts to kiss his pale body and plant marks all over him, as if he was claiming territory.
“You think you’ve done enough to win me?”
“Yeah plenty. Now it’s my turn Zanka…”
See Jabber Wonger had ways of getting what he wanted. Right now, he wanted to be punished to death by Zanka, then fuck Zanka to death, and if he defied Zanka he’d get just that.
He pounced on Zanka giving him no room to react, and climbed on top of him. He slowly slides his hand up Zanka’s shirt allowing the blond’s moans of pleasure to escape.
“Jabber… you crazy punk!” Zanka yells, trying to stop Jabber from exploring his body any further than this. In response Jabber starts whining and begging Zanka to let him continue.
“Cmon… I’ve been waiting so patiently! Don’t you think I deserve a reward?” As he says this, Jabber leans down and starts licking and biting Zanka’s upper body.
“Fuck Jabber…! Wait-“
“No. You can kick scratch and bite me all you want Zanka, but I’m getting serious now.”
He slides his hand into Zanka’s pants, and continues making his way up Zanka’s body, marking his path. Zanka lets out moans of pleasure as he feels it up there and down there. The pleasure all over begins to drown him, and his toes start to curl
Zanka finishes abruptly, letting a sea of moans trail through the entire hotel room. He finally makes eye contact with the man above him, and he realizes just how dazed both of them are. He reaches his hand up to touch Jabber’s face, and yanks it closer to his.
“Take your clothes off.”
Zanka gave that one command, and that was all it took to regain his dominance over Jabber again. But Zanka needed more. He pulls his face closer to Jabber and pushes his tongue past his lips, resulting in a sweet moan of shock from Jabber. Jabber pushes his tongue in deeper, and starts kissing Zanka more aggressively, while ripping his clothes from his body in excitement.
“Zanka… lemme remove yours” Jabber pleads. Zanka looks down to see Jabber’s huge erection, and looks into Jabber’s desperate eyes. He allows Jabber to do so, realizing that if he teases him too much the situation may become out of hand. He already witnessed how crazy Jabber is going right now, and by experience of dealing with insane people, he knows Jabber will only go crazier. However, that’s what Zanka was counting on.
Now, both of them stare at each other, waiting to see who will make the first move. They study the other, eventually meeting in their gaze.
Suddenly, Jabber has a look of determination on his face. Jabber licks his fingers and sticks them inside Zanka, causing Zanka to yelp in pleasure. His head flings back as Jabber digs deeper inside of him. Jabber starts kissing Zanka’s neck, warranting a nice whine from Zanka. Both were breathing heavy, and you could tell they were really into this.
“Zanka can I put it in now?” Jabber asks, but he’s more or less begging again which turns Zanka on like crazy.
“Hmm… how bout no.” Zanka chuckles at this remark.
“What? Why-“ Jabber exclaims, but is suddenly flipped on his back, with Zanka now on top of him. He lifts his ass and positions Jabber’s tip just infront of his hole.
“Let’s see how well you did loosening me up. You may even get rewarded if you did a good enough job.”
And with that, Zanka shoves Jabber’s erect member into himself.
“Fuck Zanka you’re crazy!” Jabber cries, practically screaming instead of moaning from how good Zanka’s insides feel. Zanka starts moving up and down facilitating more noises from Jabber and himself.
Jabber reaches his hand to try and touch Zanka, but he’s prevented from being allowed to do so.
“Not so fast Jabber… you may have earned to right to be inside, but I haven’t given you permission to touch me or fuck me yourself… now be good and patient for me.”
Zanka teases making Jabber wince. He was holding Jabber’s hands very tight. The pain mixed with the pleasure on his lower half was turning Jabber on like crazy.
Zanka takes notice of the rings on Jabber’s hands and instantly becomes mesmerized by them. He uses one hand to keep Jabber pinned down, and the other to raise Jabber’s hand to his mouth. He instantly bit Jabber, making him buck forward into Zanka.
“Agh! Damnit Jabber I didn’t say you could-“ Zanka starts but he’s cut off, when Jabber shoves his fingers into Zanka’s mouth.
“You tighten when you put my fingers in your mouth Zanka…” Jabber trails off. Zanka responds with another chomp, making Jabber moan loudly again and thrust his hips forward.
Zanka starts thrusting his hips faster, making Jabber hit inside him deeper and deeper.
“Fuck… I think I’m about to come Zanka,” Jabber purrs while he pounds deeper into the guy on top of him.
“Not yet,” Zanka continues to tease Jabber again, enjoying how desperate he looked.
Their rhythm seems to increase in tempo. Skin on skin and body heat collide simultaneously.
Zanka slides his hand to Jabber’s unguarded neck and squeezes. This causes the brunette to choke on his moans at the sudden action.
His eyes roll back as this new sensation settles its way into his current pleasure.
He was close. Way too close. Enough to where his partner could feel it pulsing in his member.
Zanka was close too, although making an attempt not to show it to the lunatic beneath him. However Jabber, even in relishing in pleasure, saw a split second change.
That and the fact that it’s quite hard to hide how wet you are to someone who’s inside of you.
Jabber picks up the pace, the shock causing Zanka to squeeze his neck harder and moan louder.
“Jabber slow down!” Zanka commands.
His voice was sharp and breathy. It wasn’t very commanding considering how much he was whining.
“Damn I can’t take this anymore…” Jabber grunts before sitting up.
Zanka gasps as he’s slammed onto his back, while Jabber repositioned himself. He restarts his relentless pounding into Zanka.
The blond, without a position of control, melts into the Moreno above him. It feels good in more ways than one.
“Fuck I’m so close…” they both say almost in complete unison.
Jabber bites into Zanka’s neck, causing Zanka to abruptly finish in conjunction with Jabber’s orgasm. Their moans sing a dazzling song as they both relish in their pleasure.
Jabber slides out, eventually, leaving the pair at a loss, but also content. They each lie down and pass out from lack of energy.
However, this interaction will definitely bite both in the butt later. Something neither of them know yet