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Jabber was out on a small mission given to him by Zodyl. He was supposed to go find somethin’ useful to use to make more poisons for himself to use for Mankira. Despite that, he was kinda just wandering aimlessly through a polluted area, humming to himself, skipping and hopping around the large piles of trash.
“Zanka, Zanka~” he sang, hopping over a fridge, “What typa poison should I cook up for my boy Zanka?”
Humming, Jabber didn’t notice quite in time for him to avoid getting hit in the head by a falling purple object. It hit him smack in the skull. His eyes rolled back and he fell backwards, knocked out cold.
Luckily, it didn’t take him too long to gain consciousness again. He opened his eyes and pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking around. To his left, just a ways away from his head was a silicone dildo. A purple silicone dildo.
“Yo, what the fuck–?” Jabber pushed himself up quickly, bending forward to take a closer look at it, tilting his head.
“Damn… Is this what knocked me out?”
Shifting to crouch on his haunches, he propped one hand on the dirt, and the other reached for the… toy. Not caring about STD’s or being sanitary, he picked it up by the shaft without second thought, turning it around in my hands. He lets out a loud abrupt laugh. “I got knocked dead by somebody’s freakin’ dildo!”
Turning his head up, he looked upwards, towards where the sphere should be. “You freaky fuckin’ spherites! Y’all are crazy!” He falls onto his back, kicking his feet and laughing. “Holy shit, man!”
He finally settled down, legs slightly spread, he held the dildo up in the air, the light framing the phallic shape. Slowly, he brings his hand down until the dildo is lined up with his open legs, right where his dick would be. If he had one.
“This is actually kinda tuff… I always wanted a dick…”
Jabber could feel the grin spreading to his cheeks and eyes. A full toothy grin. He pulls a roll of bandages out of one of the large pockets in his pants, sitting on his knees, taking the purple sash off from around his waist and wiggling his pants down just past his ass. Pulling the rolled up sock-packer out of his underwear, he tossed it into one of the piles of trash. Skillfully he wrapped and tied the balls of the dildo and then tied it around his hips in a makeshift harness. Once he was sure it was secure, Jabber licked his teeth, pleased with his work. “Now I’m packin' for real…”
Standing up, he pulls his pants back up, before rewrapping the purple sash around his waist once again. He put his hands on his hips and looked down at the tent in his pants caused by the oversized dildo.
“I’m fuckin’ lucky as hell!” he said, turning around on his heels. This time he noticed when another purple-something started plummeting down from the sphere down to the ground. He reached out, grabbing it before it hit the ground. A wand shaped tool with three buttons. “Again? Crazy…” he mused to himself, running his thumb over the buttons. The third one was very clearly an on button. He adjusted it in his hand, holding what he could only assume was the handle. It was made out of a similar material to the dildo, though he didn’t recognize what it was exactly.
He pressed the on button experimentally. The wand buzzed to life and the head of the wand started to visibly vibrate.
His eyes widened in pure joy filled surprise. From previous experience with washing machines, and the similarities with the dildo that just fell out of the sky, Jabber immediately knew exactly what this new toy was for. Experimentally he ran it over his crotch, causing him to jolt in pleasure.
This was… perfect.
He should go find Zan-Zan and show off his new toys…
It took a while of stalking the Cleaners for Zanka to finally wander off on his own. Jabber wouldn’t have minded stripping Zanka (and himself) no matter the crowd, but he was pretty sure Zanka wouldn’t be very happy if he tried that shit. And so he waited. Finally, Zanka walked off, splitting from the group and going down a long empty alleyway. Alone. Jabber snickered to himself, looking around to make sure the coast was clear before slipping down into the alleyway too, unnoticed. He followed Zanka silently a little ways before he let his steps fall heavier, allowing Zanka to hear him.
Immediately Zanka jolted, spinning around and gripping Lovely Assistaff.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here???”
“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Jabber asked, giving a wave. “I came to say hi!” he cooed, leaping forward until he was right in front of Zanka, nose to nose with the blond man.
“What the fuck–? Get away!” Blue light flashes, and in a moment Lovely Assistaff is in his face, forcing him to lean back. Just seeing the instrument threateningly pressed that close to his throat made Jabber’s heart start to race. He let out a breathy laugh and lifted his hands, facing his palms towards Zanka.
“Yo, I don’t mean no harm, man. Just came to say hello.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I mean it,” he said taking a step back, “I really just wanted to see your pretty face, Zan–”
He bends backwards as if playing limbo, avoiding Lovely Assistaff as she is thrust forward.
“Calm down! Could’ve shut me up for real there. Crushed my vocal chords ‘n shit…” He sighed dramatically, though his face was plastered with a fat smile. “That would be hot though, I ain’t gonna lie.”
“Jabber!” Zanka hissed, slashing Assistaff, taking a step forward.
Jabber snorted, taking a step back. “Calm down, calm down! I don’t mean to start a fight…” He said, but he still unsheathed Mankira, the long claws dragging across the ground.
“You’re asking for it!” Zanka said, lunging forward, slashing at Jabber. “Fuck—” he swung, snagging one of the spikes on Jabber’s sleeve, tearing it, “— you!”
“Woah, woah, careful babe, don’t rip off my clothes just yet—”
“That’s— not… That’s not what the fuck I’m tryna’ do!” Zanka yells, thrusting Lovely Assistaff forward. Jabber bends to one side, doing a little spin to avoid the strike, dreads doing an arc in the air as he laughs.
“Careful, sugar tits, no need to get feisty!”
Zanka growls, taking one steadying step back before running towards Jabber, exchanging blows with the man. Jabber dodges, not even bothering to fight back. Zanka doesn’t realize, just throwing hits left and right.
“Fuck you!”
“Yes please!” Jabber lets out a loud cackle, and steps out of the way at one high power strike, leaving Zanka stumbling forward and past him. Spinning around, Zanka is met with Mankira, a sudden onslaught of slashes and claws coming at him. He sucks in a breath, clearly not expecting to suddenly be on the defensive like this. Jabber can hear Zanka curse under his breath. His grin widens, and he lashes forward. With one strike, Mankira slashes Assistaff out of Zanka’s hold, sending the lovely stick flying, clattering on the ground nearby. With nothing left to properly defend himself against the talons that were Mankira, Jabber managed to force Zanka back, until the blond's back hit the wall, and he let out a small breath of surprise. Jabber quickly took the opportunity and stabbed Mankira into the wall, claws on either side of Zanka’s head, and underneath his armpits, pinning him to the wall. Jabber’s lips curled up, and he dug Mankira deeper into the wall.
“Get off me!”
“But why?”
“‘Cause– you—” Zanka suddenly bit his words, mouth hanging open. His eyes were staring down at Jabber’s crotch.
“What’cha lookin’ at?”
“Why the fuck are you hard?”
“Huh? I ain’t hard.”
“Then what the fuck is that!”
“Nah, nah… I swear, I ain’t hard. Look,” with his free hand he reached for the waistband of his pants, slowly pulling them down.
“Yo, yo– Wait a fuckin’ minute–!” Zanka yelled, trying to grab at Jabber to stop him from flashing him while also trying not to scratch himself and accidentally poison himself on Mankira.
Unfortunately though, he was too late, and Jabber had yanked down his pants, letting them fall down his thighs. Zanka quickly looked away, closing his eyes.
“Don’t turn away, Zan-Zan, look,” Jabber said, grabbing Zanka by the cheeks and pulling his head back towards him, forcing Zanka to look straight at the massive dildo.
“Wha…”
Zanka blinks.
“Huh???”
“Ya like what you see?”
“Where’s your— Huh..?”
“My what? My dick? Don’t got one.”
“You… don’t? Also don’t..?”
“Nope. Don’t worry, Zan, we’re the exact same!”
“Wait, wait-– How’d you know I don’t have one—?”
“Oh, I saw through your window. Don’t worry about it, man.”
“Oh. Wait— WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!??!”
Zanka struggled and Jabber grabbed one of his hands, pinning it to the wall. “Careful! I know you’re into it or whatever, but don’t go purposefully poisonin’ yourself! I want you to be properly with it for this…”
“What… The fuck…”
“Either way, neither of us got a natural one, so…”
Jabber slowly let go of Zanka’s hand, making sure he wouldn’t do anything rash, before he took the same hand and dragged it down Zanka’s waist.
“Y’know, I always wanted this…” He steps closer, pressing between Zanka’s legs until the dildo is nestled between Zanka’s thighs. Zanka struggles, going onto his toes to try to avoid the silicone member frotting against him.
“F-Fuck— What the hell are you trying to do—!?”
“Wanna do somethin’ crazy?”
“No!”
“I always wondered what it would be like, ya’ feel me?”
“I don’t!”
Jabber grabbed Zanka by the ass and pulled him closer, enough so that he could feel them grind together as he rolled his hips. Jabber threw his head back and groaned loudly. ”Fuck..!”
Jabber jerked his hips forward, squeezing his fingers around Zanka’s soft behind. “man that feels good…”
Zanka’s head was turned to the side, and Jabber could see him biting his cheeks, mouth twitching. Jabber snorted and leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth, exhaling against the other man's lips as he aggressively humped the other man. “You feel so… damn good… Nghhhh…” Jabber whines, unable to help himself from being loud and needy.
“Shut up…” Zanka complains, but his own voice is breathier and weaker than usual. “You’re actin’ like a damn dog…”
“What am I supposed to do, then, with you lookin’ all good right in front of me?”
Zanka’s nose wrinkled and he gave Jabber a look of pure disgust.
“Oh, c’mon, I know you like it…”
Jabber rolls his hips as if to prove his point. It clearly works, because at the friction, Zanka’s legs give out and Jabber has to hold him up, hand gripping his ass. “ Careful, babe.” He says, licking a strip up Zanka’s neck. Zanka tilts his head back, groaning softly, trying to avoid Jabber’s tongue. Unfortunately, there was nowhere for him to escape, pinned against the wall like this, and all he could do was grit his teeth as Jabber sucked a hickey onto his jaw. Jabber kissed down his neck, his free hand, the one that wasn’t using Mankira to keep Zanka pinned in place, snaked down to his belt. He tugged off the duffle bag around Zanka’s hips, tossing it lazily to the side before unbuckling his belt, reaching under his sash and grabbing at Zanka’s waistband.
Without warning, Jabber yanked down Zanka’s pants unceremoniously. The only thing left on his bottom half was the blue sash around his waist, and his boxers. Jabber licked his lips. “This is kinda in my way. Do ya’mind?” He asked, though he didn’t wait for a response, pulling up the rectangular piece of fabric, pulling out one claw out of the wall just so he could stab the fabric in place, leaving Zanka exposed to the cool air.
Zanka shivered, giving Jabber an offended stare, looking completely ashamed, as if he was the guilty one for getting pantsed.
“Just chill, a’ight?” Jabber pressed a sloppy kiss to Zanka’s cheek, giving him a (probably less than comforting) smile. “I got somethin’ else to show you.”
“I don’t wanna fucking see your second fucking cock, you disgusting freak.”
“Really? Why not? It’s cool as fuck.” Jabber says, looking up to the left, into the air, and digging through one of his expansive pants pockets until he pulled out the vibrating purple wand.
“What the fuck is that thing?”
“Dunno, but I tested it out for ya’. Don’t worry. It actually feels crazy good!”
“What—???”
“Here, I’ll show ya’.” Jabber said, and fumbled to turn the wand on with just one hand. It began to buzz, shaking slightly in his grip. Zanka’s brows furrowed.
“Seriously, what is that?”
Jabber just shushed him, and brought the vibrator down, pressing it against Zanka’s pelvis, dragging it down to the crease of Zanka’s inner thigh, causing the man to jolt.
“Quit it! That—” he jerks again, curling in on himself slightly, “— that fucking tickles…”
“Tickles?” Jabber asks, running it up his hip bone. Zanka gasps slightly, suddenly kicking out with one foot, hitting Jabber in the calf. “Ow— Careful, man. I’m tryna’ get you off and you’re kicking me…”
Zanka grit his teeth and Jabber suddenly pressed the head of the vibrator into Zanka’s crotch, through his underwear, making his breath catch in his throat, dragging a strangled noise out of him.
“Does that feel nice?”
Zanka shook his head, but he let out a sad little mewl. Jabber pressed closer, close enough so that he could get a feel for the vibrations. “Ouh yeah… That’s nice…” he says, breath humid against Zanka’s cheek. He rolls his hips slightly, jerking against Zanka, uncaring of the dildo rubbing against poor Zanka.
Zanka weakly pushes him back, panting as his head lolls to the side, leaning against the dull edge of Mankira.
“You don’t gotta answer, don’t worry… I can see how good it feels without you sayin’ nothin’.”
“Doesn’t… fuckin’... feel like anything…”
“For real? It don’t look like it, though? A’ight, sure… Let’s take these off then, okay?” Jabber asks, shifting the vibrator in his hand so that he can hook a finger on the band of Zanka’s boxers, pulling them down.
“Don’t—!”
“What’s wrong? I already know what’chu got under them, so what’s the issue?”
Zanka stuttered, eyebrows furrowing. Jabber just gave him a kiss to the nose and pressed the vibrator back against him, rubbing over Zanka’s clit, making his breath hitch.
“A-Ah… Y-You don’t even… got any lube on it… feels like a fucking shoe grinding against me..”
Jabber snorted a laugh and pressed the vibrator hard into Zanka’s crotch.
“Ow— fuck— Careful with it, asshole!”
Jabber hushes him, but lightens up his touch anyway, dragging the vibrator across his labia. Zanka squirmed, trying to press his legs shut but it didn’t do all that much with Jabber’s knee between them. Jabber dragged the vibrator down and pressed it experimentally against Zanka’s hole. “Does that feel nice? I never tried it properly for myself, so you just let me know, okay?”
Zanka stared at him, blinking once. He was at a loss for words, and only managed to agree, feeling a bit confused. “Uh… Okay—?”
Jabber rubbed the vibrator, pressing slightly against Zanka’s entrance, though not pushing anything in yet. “So?”
“Go… Fuck, what’s wrong with you?? Go back to what you were doing before!”
“Aye, aye, captain!” Jabber drags the vibrator along Zanka’s lips, pushing it to settle the curve of it between the inner lips and the large clit. Zanka gasps, jerking, knees buckling slightly.
“S-Stop… Ah…”
“You really want me to stop?”
He shook his head despite his earlier words, hands clenched, knuckles white, trying not to accidentally impale himself on Mankira. His nails were digging into the brick wall, head thrown back. Jabber wouldn’t let up. The vibrator was pressed against him, pushing his vulva to one side, making him pulse.
“Please—”
“You beggin’ for more?”
“Heuh… N-no… Fuck you…” Zanka was writhing, legs wobbling, barely able to stand on his own. Yet he couldn’t even properly hold himself up, less he sank down into Mankira. Jabber felt a bit pitiful and he shifted closed, pressing a thigh between Zanka’s legs. Despite himself, Zanka instantly sank down, sitting on Jabber’s knee, panting. He was sweating and completely out of breath, and unable to catch it.
“This is so fuckin’ hot… It’s almost better than seeing you tweak out on the floor. I didn’t even think that was possible!”
Zanka just moaned in response, legs shaking. Unable to help himself, Zanka’s hips twitched and he grinded against the soft fabric of Jabber's pants. Hiccuping slightly, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Jabber leans in slightly, and licks over Zanka’s eyes, tasting the delicious salty tears stuck to his lashes.
“Ew… W-what… the fuck…” Zanka whines, but he couldn’t help his head falling onto Jabber’s shoulder. Jabber was half disappointed for a second, sad that he couldn’t see Zanka’s teary eyed, flushed red, embarrassment ridden face. But at the same time, Zanka had never once leaned on him like this. It was kinda nice being a shoulder for somebody to cry on! Even if it was crying from overstimulation that he was causing!
Zanka gasped for air, not even noticing when Mankira sheathed herself back into the rings, despite the fact he slumped down onto Jabber. Jerking, he begged, “please,” over and over, gasping for air and grabbing desperately at the thick purple material of Jabber’s hood. “I’m gonna… You gotta stop, I’m gonna… Hngh…”
Jabber lowered his voice and murmured directly into Zanka’s ear. “Zan-Zan… Don’t worry, nobody’s watchin’ you or anythin’… You can cum as hard as you need to.” He licked the shell of his ear, letting out a warm humid breath. “Relax, man…”
Zanka let out a kinda pathetic whine, body going all stiff before he suddenly jerked, panting into Jabber’s shoulder, mouth open, drool soaking into the thin fabric of Jabber’s shirt. Of course, Jabber noticed immediately. How could he not? He rubbed the vibrating wand in circles over Zanka’s clit, causing the man's whole body to jerk and twitch violently.
He let out a cry, going limp. Jabber could feel a slick wetness on his knee and he looked down.
“Damn, did you—”
Before he could even finish talking, Zanka pushed himself away, shoving past Jabber, knocking the vibrator out of his hands, sending it rolling away. Stumbling like a newborn deer, Zanka b-lined for Assistaff, who had been thrown onto the ground away from the two of them. Zanka snatched up the stick, but only made it a few more meters before he collapsed against the opposite wall.
“You forgot your pants, dude!”
Jabber said. With one hand, he held his own pants up to stop them from falling down, and with the other he snatched Zanka’s pants off the ground. He walked up behind Zanka and lifted up the blue flap of fabric from his sash— the only thing covering Zanka’s ass and his whole behind— and bent sideways to look. Sure enough, there was liquid running down Zanka’s thighs, down the back of his knees.
“Damn, you squirted! That’s fuckin’ crazy…”
“Get off me!”
Jabber drops down into a squat, grabbing Zanka by the hip with one hand, the other wrapping around his thigh and pulling his legs open. He leaned closer, licking the dribbling milky liquid off his thighs. “Mhh… It’s kinda sweet, did’ya know that?”
“Wh… What… the actual fuck…” Zanka had his arms folded over against the wall, propping himself up, staring wide eyed over his shoulder as Jabber continued to lap up his squirt off of his thighs.
“Dude, that’s— That’s— Fucking nasty!”
Jabber licked his lips and tilted himself to the side to properly make eye contact with Zanka. “Why?”
“That’s— That’s— Did I… Pee???”
“Nah… not really…” Jabber mumbled between licks.
“Fuck does that mean!?!?” Zanka yelled and kicked back. Jabber was knocked back, falling onto his ass on the ground.
“You gonna beat my ass?”
“Fuck you!”
“Oh, please do, Zan-Zan~”
Jabber snicked, rolling away as Zanka tried to stomp on him. He quickly jumped to his feet, and Jabber unsheathed Mankira, backing up into a defensive stance. He ducked as Assistaff jabbed at him, and he clawed back at Zanka. Mankira snagged on Zanka’s shirt, tearing large gashes into it.
Jabber looked down. He could see Zanka’s taped down chest. He licked his lips, looking back up into Zanka’s eyes, deflecting a blow.
“For a guy with such a bad attitude, ya’ sure are good lookin.”
This only served to irritate Zanka further, and Lovely Assistaff swung at him in rapid succession. Jabber managed to avoid most of it, though he gets hit a few times.
Assistaff slams into his ribs and Jabber grunts, grasping his side. “That hurt good… Hit me again!”
“You fuckin’ masochist!” Zanka yells, but he swings Assistaff again anyway, smacking Jabber square in the face. Jabber grunts, stumbling back, nose dripping blood. Zanka took the opportunity as soon as his opponent lost his footing, and kicked Jabber square in the chest, making Jabber fall on his ass on the ground. Jabber grins up at him and doesn’t bother to try and dodge when Zanka pressed Lovely Assistaff against his neck, pushing him down to the ground and impaling Assistaff into the dirt, the curve of the stick around Jabber’s neck, just tight enough to not let the dreadhead sit up. Zanka firmly plants his foot on Jabber’s chest, wrapping both hands around Assistaff.
Jabber lets out a whistle. “And you’re a sadist… Jeez, man… Beating me up like that. I’m bricked.” He says, letting Mankira disperse, before trailing his hands up Zanka’s boot, around his ankle until his fingers tease under the hem of his pant leg. “C’mon toots… You know ya’ want it, don’cha?” Suddenly, Jabber grabs Zanka firmly by the leg with both hands. He yanks hard. Zanka, not expecting that, suddenly collapsed down on top of the man, sitting on his abdomen, straddling him.
“What—? Hey!” Zanka yelps, grabbing one of Jabber’s wrists in a bruising grip.
Jabber however, doesn’t give a shit as per usual. He lets out a gruff laugh, rolling his hips, biting his bottom lip. “Now that we got foreplay over with, and I’m all bruised up— You want the real thing now?” he asks, opening his legs. Zanka jolted as he felt the smooth silicone rub against his ass. He turned his head back, looking at the thick purple dildo pressed between his cheeks. It was securely tied around Jabber’s hips, bandages wrapped around the balls.
He grabbed it to stop Jabber from frotting it against him, hissing. “Where the fuck did you even get this thing???”
Jabber giggles, tilting his head back, purposefully pressing his neck into Lovely Assistaff. “It fell from the sky.”
Zanka tilted his head. “???”
“Just like you, my angel~”
“What the fuck are you on about?”
“I’ve always wanted to do it for real, y’know? Properly shoving my dick into somthin’… Ya’ get me?”
Zanka fumbled slightly, his grip tightening on Lovely Assistaff, gritting his teeth. “Shut up.”
“I know it’s true, don’t even lie to me right now. You ever wanted to just fuck into somethin’ but couldn’t cause you don’t got a dick?”
Zanka puts two hands on Assistaff for balance, and drops his head down onto Jabber’s chest. “Shut up… Yes…”
“I knew it…” Jabber laughs softly, voice slightly rough.
“Well how about I take my turn with it, and then you get yours? How ‘bout that?”
Zanka slowly lifts his head, looking at Jabber with narrowed eyes.
“You want me to fuck you???”
“Duh.”
Zanka stutters slightly. Jabber grins. Zanka is never one to give up a fight or back down. His one weakness was actually something completely different. The only way to get Zanka’s guard down was to boost his ego.
“You’d fuck me good, I just know it…”
Zanka inhaled sharply, eyes slightly wide. Jabber continues, “It’d be crazy manly… Bending me over like that?"
Zanka’s face was beet red at this point. He let out a shaky breath. “Fuck…”
“So…” Jabber mused, running his hands up Zanka’s thighs, “Why don’t you let me give it a try? And then we can switch? How ‘bout that, handsome?”
“F-Fine. Just hurry up.”
Jabber’s expression lights up, and he lifts his head, not caring about the painful pressure on his neck. He grabs Zanka by the waist. “Good choice, Zan-Zan! I promise you won’t regret it.”
Zanka pursed his lips, pulling Assistaff out of the ground, and planting it beside them instead. He propped his hands on Jabber’s chest, pushing himself up slightly. Jabber quickly went to pull the fabric of his sash out of the way, gripping his hips.
“Have ya’ ever put somethin’ inside you before?”
Zanka scowled, “Of course I have,” he lightly punched Jabber in the ribs, the same spot he had jabbed Lovely Assistaff into earlier. It hurt good. “I’m not some fucking useless prude… or a virgin.”
“Yeah, yeah… ‘course not.” Jabber coos, trying to comfort Zanka at least a little bit. He had a feeling Zanka was lying. But if the man insisted on playing experienced, he wouldn’t bother holding back!
Jabber guided Zanka until his hole was lined up with the head of the dildo. “You be good, ‘ight Zanka?”
Zanka opened his mouth to say something but Jabber didn’t wait for his words, suddenly sitting up, grabbing Zanka by the ass. He pressed a fat kiss to Zanka’s cheek. He groped along his ass, until he reached his pussy. He twirled a finger around the pubes, pressing kisses along his neck. He pressed his nose into Zanka's neck, right under his chin, inhaling deeply. “Damn, you smell good…”
Zanka grunted, tilting his head up. Jabber worked his fingers down, pressing one finger inside. He massaged slightly before attempting to slide in a second. “Jeez, man… You’re tight…”
“Fuck off! That’s just how I naturally am!”
“Really? Nah, I don’t think so, Zan-Zan… Y’know, usually you get looser when you’re into it. You not feelin’ it?”
“I—” He cuts himself off, biting his cheek and turning his head away. Jabber slowly massages two fingers. Zanka opens his mouth and shuts it a few times.
Jabber tilts his head. “You nervous?”
Zanka scowls. But he nods. Jabber pauses for once, surprised. “Damn. Really?”
“Fuck off!”
“My bad, my bad… Sorry, man. I was just surprised you actually admitted to it!” He says, wrapping an arm around Zanka’s waist and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Don’t be nervous, baby.”
“Ew, fuck off. Hurry up. Why do you even need to use your fingers anyway, just get to the point!”
“You a masochist now too? Thought you were more into the hurting?”
“Huh?”
“I don’t wanna shove it in with zero prep, ya’ feel me?”
Zanka just stares, making a soft oh sound. “You mind if I continue now?”
Jabber slowly fingers him, agonizingly slow. Zanka grabs at Jabber’s shoulders, groaning. He clearly couldn’t help himself anymore, grinding into Jabber’s hand, groaning softly. “Fuck, hurry up…”
“You’re so cute… I’m trying to really savour it.”
Zanka snarls, barring his teeth. Jabber giggles. Zanka kind of reminds him of a dog. A yappy dog who actually really likes pets after he warms up to you. Deciding to tease him, he leans closer, pressing a couple kisses to Zanka’s chin.
“Y’know… I’ve seen a lot of manholes… But your manhole’s my favourite." Jabber says, wiggling his tongue at him, snickering. Zanka reels his head back, looking sincerely horrified.
“What the fuck is actually seriously genuinely fuckin’ wrong with you, Wonger??”
Jabber rolls his fingers, pulling Zanka back towards him, licking his cheek. “Chill.” He said, biting onto the soft cheek, gnawing at it lightly. He swayed them slightly, Zanka in his lap, continuing his ministrations, his thumb swiping over Zanka’s large man-clit. He was trying hard to get the man to relax. He could sedate him using drugs, but it was actually pretty nice to cuddle against Zanka. The man ran warm, and it felt good to be close to him. It also felt pretty nice to warm up his fingers deep inside Zanka’s cunt.
Jabber slowly massaged him until Zanka began to shudder and squirm, and was sufficiently wet. He pulled his hand out, and without wiping it or anything, grabbed Zanka by the hips and pulled him back down till his ass was once again pressed up against the dildo. Jabber laid back down, and without waiting a moment longer, picked Zanka up, positioning him right in line with the purple wand, and impaling him on it. Zanka’s breath caught in his throat and his back arched, scrambling to grab onto Jabber’s forearms, nails digging into the scarred skin. “Fuck—”
“Whew…That was hot…” Jabber says, letting out a lustful sigh. He pulled his hips back and thrust up into Zanka.
Zanka gasped and fell forward suddenly, grabbing at the front of Jabber’s quilted vest. “I hate you… so goddamn much… That hurt you fuckin’ asshole!!!”
“Oh, stop it. You’re doin’ fine…” Jabber said, but he paused for a sec, putting a hand between Zanka’s shoulders. He tilted his head slightly before slowly rolling his hips up into Zanka. Zanka moans, arms trembling slightly. Jabber hums slightly, taking note of how Zanka seems to enjoy the slow pace. Well, it made some sort of sense. Jabber liked it hard, rough, and fast, he knew that. But then again Zanka wasn’t a straight up masochist like he was. He liked to be praised. Always seeking attention.
“You’re takin’ it so well for it bein’ your first time and all…”
“Gh… This is… not my first time…” Zanka grumbles, but lets out a pathetic high-pitched squeak when Jabber thrusts upwards. He gripped Zanka’s waist firmly and used it as leverage to help him thrust up into the man.
“Fuck… Zan-Zan….”
Leaning down, Zanka grabbed Jabber by his throat and grit his teeth. He spoke stiffly, as if trying not to let his voice waver or quiver. “Don’t call me that… you fuckin’ pervert…”
“I ain’t a pervert…” Jabber whined, “You just look real good when you’re letting yourself go…”
“I am not…”
“Are so…” He says. One hand slinks down, gripping onto one of Zanka’s spasming thighs, while the other reached up, twirling his finger around one of the dangly blue tassels hanging from Zanka's ears. “And y’look so pretty like this… d’ya mind if I call you pretty?”
Seemingly barely listening, Zanka groans, sinking down into Jabber's chest. “Please…”
“Mhhhhhmm… So does ‘please’ mean yes, or what? You like that? Not makin’ you feel weird or anythin’?”
“N-No…” He grumbles, hips twitching slightly. “Euh… Quit talkin’ so much… And just focus on fuckin’ me…”
He slowly lifts his hips before dropping them, sinking down onto the purple silicone cock, moaning as it sunk deep inside him, pressing into his insides. Desperate for something to hold onto, Zanka suddenly grabbed Jabber by the hair, hands curling into fists around the thick dreads as he rocked his hips.
“You gon’ pull my hair? You know I wouldn’t say no…”
Zanka just grunts, leaning down and biting into Jabber’s neck. Hard.
“Ouh~!” Jabber moans, letting his head fall back, kicking his feet a bit as Zanka’s canines sink into his neck. When Zanka pulled off him, staring down at him, lips wet, Jabber giggled. “That felt good, man!”
“That was supposed to… make you…” Zanka thrust himself back down, “shut the fuck—” a heavy pant pant,“—up!”
“Damn… My bad, babe~ You know I like it though… when you’re all rough and mean to me~”
Zanka pulls back, propping himself up on his hands, gripping Jabber’s waist as he bobbed up and down. Grunting, he tried going faster. Jabber tilted his head, watching as the man seemed to struggle to find something that felt good enough. Eventually Zanka huffs, putting his hands on Jabber’s chest to slowly lift himself up to stand on his knees, gingerly shifting so he could squat above Jabber, leaning forward on his toes, leaving only the tip in.
“You sure you ain’t gonna get tired doin’ it like that?”
“Nope. Shut up…” Zanka grumbled, taking a deep breath before slowly sinking back onto his heels, exhaling heavily as he took the full length of the dildo again. Zanka shuffled, reaching back to grab one of Jabber’s thighs, pulling it up slightly. “Keep your legs up, I need to lean on somethin’,” Zanka said, and Jabber obeyed, shifting to have his knees up, planting his feet on the ground. Zanka, now able to lean back and rest himself slightly against Jabber’s lanky thighs, put his hands on Jabber’s knees, using that as leverage to push himself up and sink back down.
“Shit, Zan-Zan…Wasn’t expecting allat…”
The other man only grunted in response, raising his body, to the point the dildo almost slipped out before he sank back down. Zanka let out a sigh and paused before he repeated the movement, a little quicker this time. He let himself come all the way down, almost bottoming out, before he pushed up again.
“Euh…”
Jabber put his hands on Zanka’s upper thighs, massaging them with bony fingers. “You’re doin’ good…”
“Mnhh… I’m good..?” He echoed back, seeking reassurance.
“So fuckin’ good.” Jabber encouraged, rolling his hips to match Zanka’s rhythm. Zanka gasped slightly, breath getting caught in his throat.
“Nnh.. Please…” He whined pathetically, letting his head fall back as a shudder shot through his body.
“I like the way you pant like that…”
“Oh my… God…”
Jabber reached up and pushed Zanka’s hair off his sweaty forehead. “You got this, baby.”
Unable to take the praise, Zanka’s arms suddenly felt weak, and he could barely hold himself up anymore, sinking back down, sitting back on Jabber’s hips for a moment, panting.
“Keep goin’. Don’t stop now, Zanka, not when you’re so perfect for me just like this.”
Zanka’s shoulders twitched, giving Jabber a look. Jabber assumed it was meant to be of annoyance, but Zanka’s face was beet red, lips moist and forehead sweaty. So the look didn’t really do much.
“C’mon,” the dreadhead nudged Zanka’s thigh with his knuckle before wrapping his hands around his hips, fingers digging into the dimples of his back. “Keep bein’ a good boy and fuckin’ yourself on me.”
Huffing, Zanka reached up with a shaky arm, wiping his forehead of sweat before dropping his arm heavily back down, gripping Jabber’s thighs, nails pressed into him. He raised himself on shaky thighs, forcing the weight of his hips back down. Dazed, his eyes fluttered shut as he rocked up and down, panting.
“I’m gonna fucking bust a nut watchin’ this…”
“…Shut…up, dumbass” the man on top sighed out, voice shaking almost as bad as his thighs were trembling, “‘M close…”
“Let it out, c'mon, cum for me, beautiful.”
“Jab—Fuck…I can’t…mnhh!”
“Nah, you got this… doin’ good…”
“I can’t… I can’t, I can’t… Oh my god… fuck…” Zanka was blabbering at this point, gasping between every syllable, out of breath. “I’m so… I’m…”
His legs were too weak— not only from exertion, but also from the fact that he was on the edge. His hip thrusts were growing weak, and the movements got smaller, more like small bobs of his hips. Jabber gripped his hips, lifting him up and down, helping him, along with thrusts of his own. Zanka groaned. “I’m… I’m… Fuck—”
Jabber’s hand snaked around the side of his hip, keeping his grip on him, but thumbing Zanka’s clit, rubbing along with his thrusts. Zanka inhaled sharply, hips jerking. He gasped, his body twitching. “W-Wait, wait—”
“Shhh… Just let it happen. You already freakin’ squirted on me, Zan-Zan…” Jabber said, ignoring Zanka’s overstimulated pleas.
His body jolted against Jabber’s touch, a tremor of pleasure shooting down his spine. Jabber held Zanka firmly in place by the hips, helping him ride him through his high— though also not allowing him to wriggle away from the overstimulating sensation— rubbing slow circles over Zanka’s clit with his thumb as he came.
Zanka gasped and jerked before he pushed himself forward slightly, squatting with his hands on Jabber’s waist. His thighs were trembling, and he was gasping for air.
“That’s it…Yeah, how’d that feel, baby?”
“I… It fuckin’... mm.. Sucked. It sucked. God, my hips—”
“You tired, Zan-Zan?”
Zanka groans affirmatively.
“Why don’t’cha sit back down then?” Zanka obliged, sitting himself down and grinding his hips against the strap, “Yeah…good boy, so good for me, Zan-Zan…”
“Jesus… Stop it… Just shut up for once…” he groans, rolling his hips slowly, breath hitching at the feeling. He grimaces, lip wobbling.
“Man, I wish I could feel this with my own proper dick…”
Zanka lets out a long shaky breath, hips jerking. “It’s…”
“---Too much?” Jabber cuts in, grinning. “Aren’t you supposed to be the never give up ‘n shit type of guy? Thought nothin’ was too much for the amazingggg Zan-ka?” he drags out his words, purposefully enunciating each syllable of Zanka’s name just to tease him.
“Just… Ngh… Get it over with…” Zanka lamented, feeling lethargic. Jabber seemed to take pity, because instead of teasing more, he just smiled in a creepily gentle way, using his core to lean up, planting a kiss to Zanka’s cheek before flopping back down, giving his hips a roll.
“You got this. You’re doing so good, Zan Zan.”
Zanka’s breath hitched as he tightened around the dildo, and he fumbled grabbing at Jabber’s shirt in desperation. As much as it hurt his head to even think about it he was totally into Jabber talking to him like this. He was used to Jabber egging him on— but not talking him through it???<
Panting, he let his head fall forward, jerking. He felt Jabber’s fingers rub along the lips that were tight around the strap, hearing the man let out a small huff of laughter. “Jeez man, even though I can’t feel nothin’ I can still see how tight y’are!”
Unable to properly reply, Zanka just stared down at Jabber with furrowed eyebrows, feeling a ticklish bead of sweat roll down his temple. “I’m… n…not…”
“Nah, nah… don’t get embarrassed now, Mr. Bad attitude… This is good, don’t worry! Just keep grippin’ it like that…”
Zanka let out a groan. “I… I can’t…” he warned.
“You can… Y’know mine’s gotten tighter since gettin’ on hormones—”
Zanka shakes his head. Jabber doesn’t take the hint.
“Hey, but y’know it honestly feels pretty good to—”
“Shut up..!” Jabber paused. “F-fuck… I’m… gonna cum, so just shut up or at least say something hot so I can get off..!” He growled, grabbing Jabber by the throat, a shiver passing through him. “Oh my god… Fuck—”
“Ngh~” throwing his head back, Jabber jerked his hips up, mouth falling open. The nails digging into his throat made him throb, feeling a pulse between his legs. As Zanka jerked above him, curling into himself, Jabber felt the urge to grope himself. He held back. Zanka would take his turn with him next. And Jabber couldn’t wait to get abused by Zanka’s cock when he put on the strap.
Letting out a ragged exhale, Jabber slowly lifted his head, wetting his lips. “Okay, okay…” he coaxed, “Ya wanna switch now, baby?”
Zanka slowly raised his head, looking up. When he didn’t respond, Jabber grinned, tilting his head. “Weren’t you the one who wanted to put on this thing anyway?” Jabber asks, lifting Zanka up by the ass with one hand, helping him get settled on his knees so he wouldn’t accidentally sink back down onto the toy.
Zanka pants slightly, letting himself fall forward onto his hands and knees, slowly lifting himself fully off of the cock with a filthy wet pop sound. He couldn’t stay like that for long, crouching on shaky legs, and quickly rolled onto the ground beside Jabber. “Yes… Hell yes. Just… pant just let me catch my breath…. First…”
“Jeez, man. You seriously that out of breath? All from lil’ ol’ me?”
“No… Fuck off, you ain’t allat…”
“A’ight, then what is it?” Jabber said, sitting up and leaning on one hand, looking down at Zanka who was splayed out on the ground, gasping for air.
Zanka just shakes his head. Jabber tuts and reaches for Zanka’s shirt. Earlier he had caught a glimpse of what was under the ripped shirt, but he had to check for himself. Acting quickly so that Zanka wouldn’t have enough reaction time to stop him, Jabber yanked down the zipper of Janka’s Cleaner’s uniform to reveal the pale expanse of his torso. And his taped down, bandaged up chest. “This what’s causing you to be so outta breath? You bindin’ too tight?”
Zanka’s eyes bulged wide, and his lips parted in surprise.
“Y’know you’re gonna break a rib or somethin’ doin’ that, man.”
“No I’m not!”
Jabber tutted and reached, summoning mankira just to rip the bindings of his chest off, before tugging the bandages off.
“What the fuck—??? Hey!”
Now all that was left was the tape, pulling his chest to the sides. “Y’know, they ain’t even that big, you probably don’t even need’a bind.”
“Fuck off, I can do what I want!”
Jabber raised his hands defensively. “A’ight, a’ight… My bad… But, ya know— I got rid o’ mine for real.” he said, reaching for the ties around the buttons of his vest, undoing the three of them and letting it fall open. He sheds the top layer, before pulling off the purple shirt underneath too to reveal his abdomen, and his chest. His chest with two fat ugly scars running along the underneath of his pecs.
“Wha… Jesus—- Did you do that yourself???”
"Nah, I got this guy to do it for me. He was chill. Y’want a referral? I can ask him to take a new client?”<
“Fuck, no. I don’t want your back alley surgery, what the fuck???”
“If ya say so…” he mused, dropping his shirt beside him and nudging his way between Zanka’s legs, leaning down and kissing up the man's belly, hands slithering around his slim waist. “So pretty…”
“I thought it was my turn???” Zanka whined— the same whiny tone he always had… Though he didn’t seem to realize he had it.
“Your turn? Already?” Jabber asks, giving a reassuring (insane looking) grin, rubbing a hand comfortingly (menacingly) over Zanka’s thigh.
“Didn’t you just say—?” Zanka stutters slightly, clambering back until his back hit the wall. Again.
Jabber followed after him, crawling right back between his legs. “You ain’t too bright, huh? Don’t worry, this time I won’t trap you with Mankira… just be good, kay?”
“Ya look amazin’. Mind if I touch?”
“Well you’re already fuckin’ touchin’ anyway, dipshit!”
Jabber laughs hoarsely, throwing his head back. With one hand, he pushes his dreads out of his face.
“Nah, nah… meant your tits.”
“Don’t… call them that.”
“Oh. Yeah, yeah, no problem. Sorry, bro. Can I touch yo pecs?”
Zanka sneered, lip twitching. “F-fine…”
Jabber grins and scoots closer, planting one hand on the wall by Zanka’s head, the other sliding up Zanka’s side and up to his pec. He’s quite built, and it’s clear enough that they were small already so even without a binder he could probably pass for just being jacked. Jabber cups the breast and leans down, kissing Zanka’s lips. At first, the blond keeps his lips shut tight, but when Jabber tugs on his lip he quickly warms up, immediately fighting back ten fold, biting and bruising Jabber’s lip till Jabber feels blood flow. The painful feeling makes his heart swell, and his hand squeezes slightly around Zanka’s chest. Zanka pulls back when he tastes it, licking his lips.
“They’re firm… did’ya know that?”
“Well unfortunately they’re attached to my goddamn body, so yes I did.”
Jabber shrugs, scooting back just enough so he can lean down and kiss Zanka right over his pounding heart. “They’re nice.” He says, leaving open mouthed kisses all over Zanka’s left breast. He kisses down to his nipple, licking the bud of it, nuzzling into the soft skin.
“What the fuck…???”
“Zanka… I was never breastfed as a child… Please..?” He begs, pressing his face right between Zanka’s breasts. He inhales deeply, eyes fluttering shut. To be honest, it smells like sweat, and he can feel the slight dampness on his nose when he nuzzles into his sternum.
Zanka pushes him by his shoulders but Jabber wraps his arms around Zanka’s waist and buries his face firmly in between the pecs, refusing to move. “Nooo…” He grumbles, voice muffled from having his face pressed into the soft skin.
“Stop tryna suck milk outta me, and fuckin’ do something!”
Jabber groaned, pressing open mouthed kisses over Zanka’s breasts, sucking on his nipples. “Mhhh.”
“I’m seriously gonna fucking kill you—!"
“Aughhh… Please do…” Jabber moans, nuzzling like a cat into Zanka’s chest, like he was high on catnip (not catnip, but probably something else, surely.
Jabber pulls back slightly, before diving back down. He wiggles his face under Zanka’s chest, nose pressed into the underboob Zanka’s pec. He mouths at him, biting at his pecs, inhaling deeply, trying to smell every last bit of Zanka’s sweat.
Zanka grabs Jabber by the roots of his hair, yanking him by his dreads. “Stop fucking sniffin’ me and lock the fuck in.”
Jabber licks his lips, jutting his lips out in an overdramatic pout. “No more milk, papa?”
“Do you want me to kill myself? You’re disgusting.”
“Okay fineeee, fine…”
Jabber, with his knees under Zanka’s thighs, leaned down, ‘till the two were practically nose to nose, and they could feel each other's breaths. “Just wait… I feel inspired.” He hummed. “After suckin’ on those, I think I wanna eat somethin’ else.”
His hands went down to Zanka’s thin, muscular thighs, spreading them apart, and pushing them down. He leaned back, licking his lips. “Man I’ve always wanted to bury my face in it…” he murmured before diving down, mouthing over Zanka’s pelvis before sliding lower, licking a strip over the the labia, lightly biting at the sensitive skin of the outer lips, sucking on it and tugging at it.
“Ow— Fuck— Hello??? What are you doing???”
“One last thing before your turn… A’ight Mr. Bad Attitude?”
“What the sweet fuck is wrong with you?!” Zanka shouted, yanking the man’s hair in an attempt to pull him off. Jabber moaned, shoving his face into the warmth of Zanka’s pussy, circling his tongue around his entrance. “…Creep…hah…”
Jabber's eyes rolled at that, separating himself from the man, “Keep talkin’ like that…got me all hard n’shit…"
Licking the clit, Jabber slid down, lapping up the moist area between the cit and the vagina, leaving flat tongue licks. Zanka whines, squirming, hands clawing at the ground as Jabber left the occasional wet kiss along the labia. He licked up in between the folds, licking up till he gets to the clit, digging his tongue under the hood, mouthing at it.
“F-Fuck… Feels fuckin… awful… ngh…”
Jabber pulls back slightly, licking his now moist lip. “Awful? But you’re moaning so goddamn good for me…”
Zanka lets out a shaky breath and a wispy moan, letting his head fall back onto the hard ground.
He grinned, licking a long strip across Zanka’s cunt, stopping to suckle on his large clit. “Didn’t know Mr. Bad Attitude would be so…” he pulls at the sensitive clit with his lips, “... tasty…”
Zanka whimpers, slapping his palm over his mouth, biting down on his own hand. It was no secret Zanka was totally freakin’ into praise. Jabber slurps at it and licks at the moist entrance, humming pleasantly at the taste. Zanka squirms silently for a bit before he finally speaks up, kicking Jabber in the shoulder to get his attention.
“Stop licking it like that…”
“You want me to suck’ you off? Want me to suck it like a proper cock?”
Zanka’s eyes flickered, and he just scowled, kicking another weak kick.
Jabber lightly traced his nails along the curve of Zanka’s ass, trying again, “How ‘bout I give ya the best blowjob of your life, Zan-Zan?”
This time, it clearly hit right. Zanka nodded and grabbed Jabber’s dreads in a handful, pushing him down. Jabber didn’t resist, happy to dive back down and suck the cleaner off some more. This time, however, he focused on the clit. He took it in his mouth, lightly bobbing his head as he sucked, pushing his chin against Zanka’s hole. He wriggled his tongue under the hood, and licked. Zanka groaned, one hand suddenly grabbing his shoulder, nails digging into Jabber’s back in a blissfully painful sort of way.
He kept at it, but as Zanka’s groans and whimpers turned into soft panting, Jabber pulled back, looking up at Zanka. The man’s thighs were trembling slightly and his face was all red. “Not gonna keep moanin’ for me?” He asked, kissing the tip of Zanka’s clitdick.
Zanka ignores him, trying to push his head back down. “Keep fuckin’ going…”
Jabber grunts, looking back down at his project. With one thumb, he pulls back the mons, exposing the enlarged clit and flicks his tongue over it. Sucking idly, Jabber moaned and groaned exaggeratedly. What could he say, he was just happy to be there.
Zanka let out an obscene noise, deeper than before— more guttural, as if something new had awakened in him. “I’m… fuck… I’m gonna…”
Jabber can’t help the surprise. Already?. He wasn’t complaining though. He continued what he was doing, relishing in the noises of pleasure Zanka was making, until he felt legs tighten around his neck. Zanka’s body spasmed in his hold, hips jerking into his face and his back arching off of the wall. He gripped Zanka’s thighs instead, moaning in ecstasy as he could feel the pulse of Zanka’s orgasm around his mouth, and chin. He kept up his work until Zanka’s full body spasms turned into weak jerks, before he pulled back slightly, lapping up the juices from Zanka’s release, swallowing down the cum.
Panting, Zanka rested his hands on the ground, falling back against the wall.
“You’re disgusting…” Zanka sneered, scowling up at Jabber, looking unamused as if he didn’t just have the best couple orgasms of his life. “Off. Now.”
Jabber gave a whistle, pushing himself up onto his knees, hands in the air, scooting back. “Yup… I’m off.”
“You want your turn now?” Jabber says, sinking back to sit on his folded legs.
Zanka rolled his eyes. “Yes. Now shut the fuck up.”
They definitely weren’t done…
Zanka still needed his turn.