#bottom!jabber

“How was your shower, sweetheart?” Zanka asks as he tugs a T-shirt over Jabber’s head. “I hope it was able to melt away some of that stress.”

Jabber nods subtly, “A little.” He allows Zanka to lather his arms in the cocoa butter lotion he went out and bought especially for Jabber after finding out the benefits it has for his skin. 

Being tended to like this makes Jabber’s heart flutter, and he’d like more. Zanka has already fed him a delicious dinner of savory mashed potatoes, steak, and roasted brussel sprouts, laid out his pajamas, and is now moisturizing his skin. All of the nurturing is making Jabber feel lighter already.

What he needs now is for Zanka to nestle him into that wonderful, cloudy space he enters whenever he’s fucking him like there’s no tomorrow— but, Jabber doesn’t even know where to begin to ask him for that, and his ask-away meter is on E after asking people to do things all day. 

“You smell so good. If I would’ve known this stuff smelled like chocolate, I would’ve grabbed it sooner.” Zanka chuckles, handing Jabber the bottle so he can lotion his lower half himself. “Would you like to wear the shorts or the pants, sweetheart?” 

Jabber pumps the lotion into his hand then sits on Zanka’s bed as he rubs it into his legs. “Can I stay in my boxers?”

“Of course you can. You can do whatever makes you comfortable. Besides, I don't mind the view.” 

When Zanka gives him a wink, his stomach flips. He’s always been good at effortlessly saying whatever is on his mind. 

Jabber watches as his boyfriend places the choice of bottoms back into his dresser. He admires the way the muscles in his back flex at the lightest movement. “I..don’t mind this view either; your back. I like your back.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Zanka hums, looking over his shoulder at the man on his bed with a smile tugging at his lips. 

Jabber can only nod in response. His eyes trace Zanka’s back, stopping at the faded marks from where his nails scratched at his skin last weekend. Just the thought makes him all flustered. Blinking, Jabber quietly clears his throat. 

“Can we cuddle? Please? I would really like that.” The simple question takes a lot out of him once more, and he gets the idea Zanka realizes because he makes his way over promptly. Before Jabber can say anything, he’s wrapped in Zanka’s strong embrace. He reaches over and clicks off the desk side lamp. “This feels nice..” 

Zanka smiles, pressing kisses into Jabber’s cheek. “I love holdin’ you like this.” 

Jabber looks up at his boyfriend, eyes glimmering with nothing but want. He lifts his head slightly, eyes meeting Zanka’s all-too-kind gaze. 

He inches closer to Zanka, their bodies flush together in a way that causes Jabber to shiver in pleasure. “I like being close to you.” 

Zanka grabs Jabber’s jaw, pulling him in for a soft kiss. Their lips mesh together in a gentle dance. Jabber is the one who licks into the other’s mouth, a soft whine leaving his lips at his quick Zanka is to suck his tongue into his mouth. The strokes of his tongue are still gentle, all too gentle. Jabber needs more. He needs Zanka to grab him and pin him underneath his body, kiss his lips until they’re swollen, push his fingers deep into him and tell him he’s in his rightful place under him, making him take whatever it is Zanka feels he deserves to be dealt by his hand. 

Jabber whines again, fingers trembling against his boyfriend. “Zanka..” 

“Yes, sweetheart?” He responds, wiping the saliva from Jabber’s bottom lip. 

Jabber needs him badly, but he can’t say it. 

“You had such a rough night, sweetheart. Come on, let’s head to bed. I’ll make you a delicious breakfast in the mornin’. How’s that sound?” 

“Okay.” Is all Jabber can manage as his head is guided gently to Zanka’s chest and the blanket is distributed over their bodies. 

He was so close to finally gathering the strength to tell Zanka what he needed, but it slipped away. Jabber doesn’t know why he struggles so hard with asking for things he wants. Nobody else he knows faces the same issue— especially not Zanka, who can easily go after what he wants the moment he wants it. That’s how he was able to sweep Jabber off his feet. 

Jabber thought he threw a pretty good hint by deepening their kiss the way he did, but he must’ve thought wrong because Zanka didn’t pick up what he was laying down. Or maybe Zanka just isn’t interested. Jabber does suppose it is annoying always having to guess what it is somebody wants. It must be burdensome. 

•°•

The bed is cold when Zanka wakes up. He yawns quietly and rubs the remaining sleep from his face as he lifts onto his elbows. Jabber’s gone. That’s strange, he never leaves unannounced. “Jabber, sweetheart?” He calls out and receives no answer. 

Zanka rises from the bed and pulls a shirt over his head before heading to the bathroom, half in search of Jabber and the other to actually use it. 

After he’s done in the bathroom, he walks into the kitchen. Maybe Jabber stepped outside for a moment. In that case, he’ll still make him a nice breakfast. Jabber has always been able to eat, so he’ll make him something hearty—

Just as he opens the fridge to start pulling out ingredients, he hears something shift in the living room. When he looks over his shoulder, he sees Jabber sitting on the couch wrapped in a spare blanket. “There you are, Jabber! At first, I thought you left. Then, I figured you were outside or somethin’. How was your sleep?” 

Jabber didn’t sleep too well next to Zanka, so he switched to the couch in the middle of the night. “You didn’t realize I left?” 

“Hm? No, not until just now. When’d you leave the bed?” 

“Two in the morning, Zanka.” Jabber sighs, lifting his phone to continue on with the game he was losing. “I’m not hungry by the way.” 

Zanka waves away his statement, placing a pan on the stove and switching the eye on. “Yeah, right. I'll feed you anyway.” 

“I’m not eating. I’m about to shower so I can head home.”

“Home? You said you were spendin’ your day off here.” 

But Jabber doesn’t laugh when Zanka does. Instead, he stands and begins to make his way to the bathroom still wrapped in the blanket but, on instinct, he stops when Zanka tells him to. 

“What’s the matter? I can read you from a mile away.” Zanka raises his eyebrow. He switches off the stove and pushes the pan to the back burner. “C’mere.” 

Jabber pulls the blanket tighter around himself as he turns in Zanka’s direction. “Right here is fine."

Zanka takes a few steps closer to Jabber before catching him off guard by grabbing him by his waist and pulling him into the kitchen. “You know you can talk to me, Jabber. What’s the matter? Are you still thinkin’ about work?” 

“No.” Jabber wiggles out of Zanka’s grasp and steps back toward the counter. “I just changed my mind. Wanna spend my day off alone.”

“You’re telling me nothing’s wrong, but your actions say different.” Zanka easily observes.

Jabber rolls his eyes, “I’m not hungry, and I’m heading home.” He says it, but he doesn’t mean it. One look at him, and Zanka can tell that’s the case. He’s pulled into a warm embrace and he can’t help but to melt into the touch. 

He feels Zanka minty breath against his neck as he speaks soft assurances to him. How does he even begin to tell Zanka the reason he left the bed was because he felt like he was being a burden?

“If you really think Imma let you leave and you look like you’re on the verge of tears, you must not know me how I thought.”

Jabber whines, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend tight and shrinking himself about an inch so he can nestle his face into Zanka’s neck. “I’m sorry.” Being held like this after the negative thoughts running through his head last night is such a relief.

“Hey, hey.” Zanka soothes, rubbing circles into Jabber’s back. “What you apologizing for?” 

“Not being able to speak up, and having you guess around what I want.” Jabber’s chin is lifted by Zanka’s index finger. A quiet gasp leaves his lips when Zanka’s eyes meet his. He doesn’t look annoyed, he never does. Maybe he never is. Seeing that he isn’t being looked down upon allows Jabber to open up a bit more. “I’m just so burned out, Zanka. I hate telling people what to do, or asking them to do things. It makes me feel all heavy.” He quietly admits, looking down at the tile of the kitchen floor. “I don’t like it. I don’t know how you do it.”

Zanka hums softly, stroking Jabber’s warm, brown cheek with his thumb. He can almost see the stress fade from Jabber’s face the moment he finishes speaking. “I understand, sweetheart. That’s just how you are, nothing wrong with that. I don’t understand what you mean by me having to guess with you, though.” 

Jabber feels his face heat with embarrassment. Well, he has gotten this far, so there really is no point in turning back now. “Last night, I really wanted to– wanted you to, you know. I thought we could maybe,” He swallows the lump in his throat down to the pit of his stomach before blurting out, “I needed some sex, alright? To ease my mind. I was too shy to ask. I thought I was throwing good hints, and that you turned them down because I wasn’t being blunt enough.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” His voice is soft as he cups Jabber’s face in his hands. “No, Jabber, no. To tell you the truth, I didn’t wanna push up on you after the day you had. I thought it’d be inconsiderate. You know I wouldn’t turn you down, I can never get enough of you.”

“Really?” Jabber asks, then bites down on his bottom lip when Zanka inches closer to his face so their lips are only centimeters apart. 

“Mhm. I didn’t mean to send you to sleep with blue balls.” 

Jabber sucks in a breath when Zanka kisses his jaw. His voice is low and sultry, sending delightful tingles up his spine. “It’s– it’s okay.”

“Nah, it’s not.” Zanka shines that grin he knows drives Jabber up the wall. “You had such a rough day at work tellin' dense assholes what to do, and you need me to help bring you back down to that space you belong in. That’s it, isn’t it?”

Yes; right underneath Zanka, panting and gripping onto the blanket as he’s so effortlessly dominated because that is what he craves. That’s what he likes, and Zanka does it the best.

“Poor baby. I know it sucks when you have to play hard when you’re as soft as a fuckin’ feather. You were relying on me to remind you of the very fact that you are soft, and can’t raise your voice even if you wanted to, weren’t you?”

Jabber subtly nods his head. He can feel Zanka’s hands move from his face down to his waist again. His fingers dig into the flesh underneath the blanket and his clothing hard enough to pull a gasp from Jabber’s lips…just the way he knows Jabber likes it, the way he needs it. Jabber has come to the realization long ago that he craves to be dominated, and he is more than content with that fact. Pair it with Zanka who is amazing at acting as that dominant role, and so damned willing, and Jabber has exactly what he needs at his disposal. So does Zanka because he loves to dish it, he can dish it, and he is great at dishing it.  “I was. I wanted to ask you, I really did. I got all choked up.” 

His stomach flips when Zanka pulls him impossibly closer to his own body. The warmth combined with the closeness is something otherworldly that he can’t get enough of. 

“How am I supposed to know what you want if you don’t tell me?” Zanka chuckles, “I already know what a dumb cockwhore you can be, no need to hide it. If you really want it, Imma make you ask for it.”

Jabber grabs Zanka’s forearms in desperation, the blood quickly rushing from his brain down to his cock. The blanket drops from his shoulders onto the floor, and Zanka kicks it away because he doesn’t want anything separating him from his boyfriend clinging onto him as if he’ll disappear if he lets go. “I want it badly. I need it.” 

“There’s that voice of yours, but you ain’t sayin' a thing.”

“I need you, Zanka.” Jabber pleads. “I’m..desperate. I still feel all heavy from last night.” 

He’s walked back against the counter and kissed feverishly. One of Zanka’s hands comes up and grabs the nape of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. This is the type of kiss Jabber was aiming for last night. His fingers twitch against Zanka’s skin, and his hips roll into the shorter man’s. The contact causes him to jolt in surprise. Zanka is hard as a fucking rock.

When the kiss is broken, Zanka breathes into Jabber’s ear, “Maybe I’ll stretch that mouth of yours since you can never seem to open it.” 

Jabber hisses when a fistful of his locs are pulled in Zanka’s tight fist. It stings his scalp in that way he craves. It feels good.

“Don’t you worry. Imma fuck your throat nice and deep, so none of those words get caught anymore." 

Zanka’s mouth is so dirty. Effortlessly dirty. 

“Kneel right here— good, right there.” 

Jabber follows the command, watching as Zanka pulls his night pants down just enough to release his swollen dick standing at attention just for him. He blushes when the tip pokes at his upper lip, but doesn’t break eye contact with Zanka. 

“Say ahh for me, sweetheart. I want you to swallow all of me, aight? Oh, perfect. My cocksleeve, that’s what you are.” 

He almost gags when Zanka’s tip comes in contact with the back of his throat. He bolts his eyes shut, breathing hard through his nose to concentrate on not gagging and humiliating himself by spilling his guts on Zanka. 

“Ah, ah. Open up for me, Jabber.” Zanka pats his cheek, “Swallow this cock. Show me how much you need to listen. Yes, take this shit. Just like that. Look at that, sweetheart, I’m almost all the way in.” 

Jabber grips onto Zanka’s thigh for stability. There’s a thin line of saliva making its way down his chin and onto the front of his shirt, but it’ll get washed anyway so he doesn’t worry about it. With a deep breath, Jabber swallows down the remainder of Zanka’s cock. Immediately, he’s met with filthy comments about how good he is at eating cock and how badly he must’ve wanted his mouth full of it. 

He can’t even deny any of the comments because they aren’t exactly false. 

“Keep that mouth open.” Zanka tugs Jabber’s hair once again. “Head back. Watch me.” He smirks, “You ain’t going back to that stupid job, so you don’t have to worry about it anymore. You can stay with me, getting your face fucked all night. Be my personal cockwarmer.” 

Jabber’s eyes roll back with pleasure as Zanka slowly drags his dick along his throat. More and more saliva coats his lips and chin, wetting Zanka’s cock and pelvis in the process. He can feel Zanka’s balls tap his chin and pull away, connecting them by another thin line of salvia with every single thrust. It feels so fucking good being connected to Zanka. 

“You’d like that, huh? You can get stuffed with dick every night as long as you ask me.” Zanka pulls out of Jabber’s mouth, cooing down at him when a cough leaves his mouth. “Already drunk off the taste of my cock, of course.”

“Fuck me, please—“ 

“You gotta speak up, sweetheart.” 

“Zanka, please.” He reaches up and wraps his hand around Zanka’s throbbing cock. He darts out his tongue and collects the precum pooling at his tip. “Fuck me stupid, please. Can you..can we, please?”

“You know how Imma give it to you, right?”

Jabber nods his head. 

“You gonna tap out on me?” 

“If I need to.” Jabber leans into the gentle touch Zanka presses to his cheek. “I can handle it. I need it.” 

Zanka hums in acknowledgment. “Of course you can. Takin’ orders is your specialty, isn’t it?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before he’s fucking into Jabber’s warm, wet mouth. One hand holds Jabber in place by his hair, and the other is planted into the counter top. His thrusts are rough, hard, and deep. Guttural gags and whimpers leave Jabber’s lips that are wrapped around his cock oh so prettily. “Takin’ orders and cock, you’re really good for that. Like chokin’ on it, don’t you? My cockwhore.” 

Jabber’s grip on Zanka’s thigh tightens as his throat is breached over and over. The sensation is one he can’t get enough of; he enjoys the stretch and burn. Of course he does. 

The grip on his locs loosen and Zanka’s hips still. “Work it for me, sweetheart. Suck my shit like you missed it.”

If Jabber had the courage, he would’ve asked if he could already. Being given the permission-demand hybrid is enough, though. Jabber hums quietly around the shaft nestled against his tongue that licks shapes into the warm skin. A loud pop leaves his mouth when Zanka pulls out and taps his tip on Jabber’s tongue. 

“Doesn’t it feel so good to use your mouth to get what you want?” Zanka asks, pushing his thumb into Jabber’s mouth and massaging his tongue with its pad. 

Jabber nods, sucking the digit into his mouth. Anything near his mouth at this point is destined to be sucked and licked. He lolls out his tongue and laps the side of Zanka’s throbbing cock. His tongue dances down to the base then back up to the tip. 

“Fuck— you’re going at it like you’re thirsty for cum.” 

A whine leaves his mouth, “I like having you in my mouth.” Jabber wraps his lips around Zanka once more, bobbing his head with hollow cheeks. He feels a sense of satisfaction when Zanka manages a curse before throwing his head back. The gesture only encourages him to continue. His mouth is messy, spit and precum slicking it like a bad lipgloss application, but he loves it. 

“Yeah— oh, just like that, Jabber. You’re so— fuck — nasty. You know that? Eatin’ my shit like it’s your last fuckin' meal, lookin’ at me like you ain’t trying to make me cum down your throat.” Zanka’s breath hitches and his cock strains in Jabber’s mouth, pulling more groans from him. “Be a good cumslut, and tell me what you want it.”

Jabber waits a millisecond after Zanka is freeing his cock from his throat to beg, “Cum in my mouth, Zanka, please?” He’s cooed at again and it makes his head spin. “Please, I want to taste you. I need to taste you.”

He gasps when his head is pulled back. Zanka pats his cheek, telling him to open his mouth. Then, Jabber’s lips are painted in hot white. Sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, Jabber swallows down the fluid with a hum in response. 

The remainder is wiped from his face with a napkin, and he’s hoisted onto Zanka’s shoulder before he can refuse. 

“I’m gonna fuck the sense outta you.” Zanka promises as he walks into his bedroom, setting Jabber down on his bed. “Off, take it off.”

Jabber would smile if he wasn't so horny it’s beginning to ache. If Zanka wasn’t riled up before, he sure is now and he’s going to give Jabber everything he wanted last night. Once all his clothing is removed, Zanka’s hands are on his smooth skin. He watches Zanka pull off his articles of clothing, tossing them somewhere he can’t care about right now. 

“Look at’chu.” Zanka lifts Jabber’s chin and brings their faces close together. “Kiss me.” 

Jabber wraps his arms at his boyfriend and smashes their lips together. He doesn’t even mind Zanka pushing him back onto the bed or rummaging inside of the bedside drawer for the tube of lubricant. The kiss is all he can focus on until Zanka is prodding a lubed finger at his hole. He gasps, but it’s swallowed by Zanka’s greedy mouth. Impatiently, Jabber rolls his hips down onto Zanka’s hand and the finger is nestled deep inside of him right where he needs it. 

“Zanka,” He whines, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Hm?”

Jabber cowers in his neck again. His dick is leaking against his thigh, wetting it in embarrassing amounts of precum. Would it be greedy to ask for more already? “You’re making me feel so good. I feel like I want more, but I don’t want to be selfish.” 

Zanka kisses his boyfriend’s temple, “I’m moving too slow, hm? You want me right here?” He curls his finger up and pokes at Jabber’s prostate, pulling a loud moan from his lips. “Of course you do. Want me to fuck you right here. Nice and hard.”

“Right there, Zanka.” Jabber confirms.

“So fuckin' needy.” Zanka presses his palm into Jabber’s chest, keeping him firmly in place as he stretches him open with two fingers deep inside of his quivering hole. 

He thinks Jabber is so handsome looking up at him with those glossy eyes and his sea of long, dark locs all over the pillows. It’s like a filthy masterpiece that he can stare at all damned day, every day if he really wanted to. 

“See how easy things come to you when you use your words?” 

Jabber gasps at the brutal pace set inside of his hole. When he attempts to bring his hand down to hold onto Zanka to ground himself some, aside from the palm against his chest, his hand is pinned at his side. A dark grin pulls at Zanka’s lips and Jabber can only whine underneath his dark gaze and ruthless fingers. Fuck, he feels so good—-

“Z-Zanka!” He calls out, voice already strained from the rough treatment in the kitchen. “Zanka, Zanka, Zanka..” 

“Yeah, I like that.” Zanka chuckles, reaching up to grab Jabber by his throat. His grip is tight and unforgivable; just the way they both like it. “Sayin’ my name like it’s the only thing you know how to. Don’t you worry that dumb, little head about it. I know what I have to do.” 

“Zanka—“ Jabber gasps, hips rolling down onto Zanka’s hand. 

The air is so foggy, so hot, nearly damp as he sucks in breath after breath. There’s something addicting in the air, something drawing him closer and closer to that beautiful, much needed release bunching right there— in the pit of his stomach. His abdomen is so tight, cock is so strained as it bobs in the space between Zanka and him, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

“Hold that thought for me, will you?” Zanka grins, slipping his fingers out of Jabber’s trembling body underneath him. He twitches in his pants at the sob that leaves his lips. “Hey, hey. Don’t you start that cryin’ before you get a chance to take this cock– all of it, just for you. Doesn’t that make you happy? Aren’t you excited to be my dumb cockslut?”

Jabber shakes, his thighs clamping tight around Zanka as his dry orgasm crashes over his body like jagged waves to rocks along the shore. “You’re— so mean.” The skin of his ass is clapped loudly by Zanka’s large palm. 

“Didn’t ask you if I was. Now, be a good little cockwhore and grab it.”

Jabber doesn’t waste any time, simply because he does in fact want it. How cruel and mean of Zanka to make him reach into his pants while trembling from his ruined orgasm. Damn, he loves it. He looks up at Zanka, face threatening to redden when he catches a glimpse of Zanka looking down at him with his bottom lip caught in between his teeth. 

When his fingers come in contact with the warmth of Zanka’s length once more, his pulse quickens and his heart swells– just knowing he has this effect on Zanka makes up for the dry orgasm raking his bones. Knowing that he has the ability to please Zanka is a fact that’s so damned powerful, and that’s why he doesn’t mind being Zanka’s dumb cockwhore; he knows he’s in the hands of someone who appreciates every little thing and is capable of reciprocating it exactly how Jabber needs him to. It’s a powerful dynamic that is better explained at a time when Jabber isn’t impatiently lining Zanka up with his hole, whining about not wanting Zanka to ease all of his nine inches inside of him because he wants to feel the stretch.

“If you insist.” Zanka shrugs his shoulders, grabbing Jabber’s thighs in his hands with his thumbs pressed deep enough to leave those bruises he likes. He pulls Jabber closer to his pelvis, blue eyes nearly prussian with lust. The wet tip of his cock presses against the slight gap of Jabber’s hole and he pushes inside, a deep moan leaving his lips and a hiss leaving the dreadhead’s. “It’s only been a week since I last dug you out, and your body is actin’ brand new.” Zanka leans forward, pressing his forehead to Jabber’s as another moan emits from his mouth. 

Jabber doesn’t have time to respond before he’s slammed into. His hands, adorned in all ten rings Zanka got him as a gift, come up and push at his bare chest. “Zanka– fuck!” 

In one swift gesture, his hands are pinned above his head in one of Zanka’s palms. He feels so vulnerable and exposed, meanwhile Zanka is only naked from his waist up. The other hand digging into his thigh keeps him spread for the man in between who he thinks is watching his own cock be swallowed up, he isn’t too sure and can’t quite focus due to the distraction of his jaw being sucked and bitten by Zanka’s greedy mouth. He just needs it all, doesn’t he? He needs to see all of Jabber, he needs to feel and taste all of him too…and he gets it because he knows how. 

Jabber throws his head to the side, tear-stained cheek pressed against the soft pillow. The pressure in his gut increases as Zanka thrusts deeper and deeper. 

Zanka’s lips kiss their way down to Jabber’s chest, tongue peeking out only to lick his way up to Jabber’s lips. “Open. I want to taste you again.” 

Jabber throbs against Zanka’s abs. He parts his lips, his mouth immediately being invaded by Zanka’s tongue. He moans softly into the kiss, drawing a muffled laugh from the man above him. Oh, Zanka is going to be the death of him. 

Then, his throat is clasped by the hand that previously occupied his thigh. “Look at me– yeah, there’s my cock-dumb slut. Want you to watch me take this fuckin’ gut, do you hear me?”

Jabber nods. Yes, he hears him loud and clear.

Zanka holds Jabber tight in place as he fucks into him. Hard. It’s loud, it’s sloppy– it’s perfect. He grits his teeth at the tightness pulling him in, silently asking him to never pull out. He likes to believe Jabber’s body has molded his size beautifully. Despite the initial resistance from being breached by the fat tip of his cock everytime, Jabber always sucks him in so well. It's so welcoming.

The headboard is loud against the wall, probably chipping the paint again, but Zanka will fix it if that is the case. Nothing is ever a hassle as long as it involves Jabber. “Zan–ka,” Jabber gasps, the fingers around his throat tight and unforgiving. The tears in his eyes threaten to spill as a familiar pressure builds in his stomach once more. 

“What was that? Can’t hear over the sound of you gasping like you hate when I choke the shit out of you.” Zanka then unclasps his hand from around Jabber’s throat only to bring it down against his cheek in a slap nearly as hard as to the one on his ass earlier. “Breathe.”

Jabber sucks in a deep gasp of air, a mixture of a moan and a cough escaping soon after. “Feels good,” He manages, head a little fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. “Cock feels so good– in me.” He swallows down the lump in his throat. Looking up at Zanka with those big eyes he knows Zanka can’t get enough of, he asks him, “You?” 

Zanka would’ve cooed if he wasn’t pounding into Jabber like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to. “Don’t look at me like that.” He shakes his head to emphasize his point. “Course I feel good. With an ass this good, you can milk me for all I got in one go and you know it.” 

He pulls out of Jabber, pulling him up for a nasty kiss by his locs, lips and teeth clashing together in a slippery dance led by him. Pants becoming a bit of an obstacle, Zanka makes quick work of ridding them from his legs. He tosses them quite hard to the side, startling Jabber when something from the dresser knocks onto the floor. 

“You should sit on my cock, since you want to be so jumpy.” Zanka licks his teeth before maneuvering himself behind Jabber and sitting against the headboard. “Just like that, lemme watch how good you take it from the back.” 

Jabber is sure his cheeks redden this time, he just knows they do. “Zanka..” He whines, straddling his lap anyway and tucking his heels underneath Zanka’s thighs to stabilize himself. Again, he feels so exposed. He feels Zanka’s hands come up to palm and spread his ass just for him. “You’re staring..”

“And?” Zanka claps both of Jabber’s cheeks in a harsh slap, then jiggles the skin underneath his fingers. “Wanted this cock so bad, right? Put it in.” His eyes are hungry, focused as Jabber reaches back and positions himself on top of his cock so perfectly. “That’s it, good fucking — shit — cockslut, sinking down so good on it. Take this shit.” His voice is so dark, so deep and makes Jabber weak on top of him. Zanka can feel Jabber’s fingers tremble against his shins, so he decides to be gracious. “Do me a favor.” 

Jabber hisses when his locs are wrapped around Zanka’s fingers in a tight fist, pulling him up in an uncomfortable arch. When his fingers scramble for anything to grab onto, he latches onto Zanka’s thigh behind him as an anchor. “O-kay.” He breathes out, still adjusting to the new depths Zanka is reaching within him. “Anything.”

“Keep that back arched, will you?” Is all Zanka asks before his arm is wrapped around Jabber’s waist and he lifts his hips from his lap. “I gotta do everything for you, don’t I?”

Jabber probably would’ve nodded if it wasn’t for the iron grip on his hair. He knows he’ll need a retwist after this…

“But that’s alright.” Zanka chuckles, slamming Jabber back down onto his pelvis. “I don’t mind, makes me feel good.” He lifts Jabber’s hips again. “Makes you feel good too.” Drops them. “You like it, like pleasing.” Lifts them. 

“I-I do. I like pleasing you, Zanka–” Jabber pants, “I love it!”

“You love being my cockwhore too, don’t you?” Drops them, hard. “You just can’t get by if I’m not slutting you out.”

Jabber’s throat is clasped in another tight hold. 

“So, take it like you need it. Ride this fuckin’ cock until you’re being pumped full of my cum like the nasty, little slut you are, Jabber.” Zanka presses his lips to the shell of Jabber’s ear, a low chuckle flooding into it. “Make me proud.”

Those words repeat like a mantra, bouncing their way around his skull. He wants to, he’s going to. The grip on his throat doesn’t ease up as he pounces in Zanka’s lap, gasps of pleasure spilling from his lips one after another. Again and again and again. Fuck, it feels good. It feels really fucking good. 

“Look at’chu,” It’s Zanka’s turn to pant. He breathes low curses into Jabber’s ears as his balls swell up against the base of his cock, threatening to blow at any moment. “That’s right— oh, fuck — there you go, sweetheart. There– oh my fuckin’ —” His eyes even threatnen to flutter shut, but he keeps them open to keep an eye on his determined boyfriend fucking himself on his cock. 

Jabber grabs at Zanka’s forearm, nails digging into the warm skin as his mouth falls agape. There’s just something about an orgasm on the brink of unconsciousness that he can’t get enough of. 

“Jabber,” Zanka grunts, “Don’t pass out before I get to fill that ass, don’t even think about it.” 

“‘Kay,” Jabber’s eyes bat shut, pleasure overcoming his body. “C-can..we–” He swallows whatever saliva pools on his tongue the best he can. The cock poke inside of his guts from Zanka’s big, relentless cock feeds the orgasm pooling in his stomach. He’s so big, so fucking big, and thick– his cock hits all the spots inside of Jabber, even the ones he didn’t know existed. Gosh, Jabber’s prostate is being rutted into so much that it’s damned near numb, and his lungs are screaming at him to ask Zanka to let go but there’s something he needs first. 

“What?” Zanka asks, now fucking up into Jabber. The grip on Jabber’s hair is gone, and his arm wraps around his waist instead. Zanka holds him right there, right here he needs him. Right where it feels so good to hit with every thrust. “Hm? Told you to use your words.”

Jabber’s cock twitches and precum drools from his tip, worming down the underside and onto his own abdomen. “Wanna c-cum wi’ you.” He gasps out, “Can we?” He can feel the grin against his ear, and it fills him with joy. For now, he focuses on the warmth enveloping his guts though. “Ple–ase?” 

“Yeah– fuck, yeah. Go ‘head.” Zanka presses kisses into Jabber’s temple, “Lemme see it, lemme see you fuck up your skin.” Zanka’s cock throbs inside of Jabber, but he can’t bring himself to let go until he sees Jabber’s satisfaction. “Cum for me, baby. Make a fucking mess.” Zanka takes Jabber earlobe between his lips, and watches over his shaking shoulder as his cock strains against his abdomen until his load is spilling all over it. Spurt after spurt, whine after whine, and throb after throb Jabber paints his front with a sticky curtain of white. “Fuck, baby– you’re so fuckin’ sexy.” 

Jabber didn't even realize Zanka was granting him his oxygen intake back until he’s being slapped again. A deep gasp leaves his mouth, and he throws his head back against Zanka’s shoulder, “S-sorry– felt too good, couldn’t.”

He’s pliant, eyes sleepy and face full of bliss as he looks at the man gritting his teeth so hard he thinks he’s liable to chip them. 

Zanka’s hips still and his hold on Jabber’s waist gets tighter as he cums deep inside of him. A husky moan leaves his mouth, followed by numerous phrases of filth before he’s pressing his lips against Jabber’s jaw in a soft kiss. “Damn, sweetheart.” He breathes out, “You okay? How you feelin’?”

Jabber lazily nods, “Sleepy.” 

“How’s your head?” He asks, reaching up and gently rubbing his fingers at Jabber’s scalp. “How’s your chest?” 

Jabber leans into Zanka’s touch. He feels just fine. The choking rarely affects him. Though, he is beyond grateful to have Zanka care so much about his safety. “Good.” 

“Dizzy?” 

“Sleepy.”

Jabber can fall asleep, right here, right now. He just feels so comfortable and safe with Zanka. He’s warm, so warm and calm…

Zanka carefully lifts Jabber off his lap, and unashamedly watches his semen drip from Jabber’s raw, stretched hole and down onto his softening cock against his leg. “Come here.” He coos softly, helping Jabber onto the pillows. “Did I hurt you?” 

“Nuh uh.” Jabber shakes his head, reaching his arms up to wrap around Zanka’s neck. He can fall asleep. “Can we stay here?” 

“Ah, there’s that voice.” Zanka grins, kissing Jabber’s forehead sweetly. His trembling is already calming down greatly. Now, it’s time for him to get clingy. “We can rest before we shower, okay?”

Jabber happily pulls Zanka down beside him, burying his face into his chest with a sigh of relief leaving his mouth. The room is quiet for a long moment, only the sounds of their breathing and noises of the house echoing off the walls. Once Jabber finally finds his voice again, the first thing he asks is, “Did I make you proud?” 

There’s a kind hand in his hair this time, stroking at his scalp softly. “Jabber, baby, of course you did. You did so good for me, and made me feel even better.” Zanka assures, “I’m so fucking proud of you. I’m always proud of you when you use your words.” 

He’s so warm like this. Zanka has plenty of good points, many of them applicable to various aspects of Jabber’s mind. Maybe it is better to use his words so there is never a misunderstanding. Although there are times when Zanka has to pry, he still gets the job done well. Jabber can appreciate that. He can always come to Zanka about anything on his mind. 

Even if the thing on his mind is being drilled into the mattress just so he can be underneath someone with natural leadership skills. Lucky for him, Zanka will always deliver exactly what he needs.

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What did we learn? Good things come to those who ask, yessir. #needthat