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As an asexual pervert, dry humping is at the top of my list for things I adore. And Zanka 100% rubs on lovely assistaff

I think the first time it happened, it was an accident. perhaps it was after a long day, perhaps it was a case of morning wood (HA), or perhaps it was just when he was polishing lovely, but somehow his crotch brushed against his assistaff, and he jolted. it felt electrifying, but he was also scared of how good it felt.

He was paralyzed, not sure if this was a good or bad thing. But as he felt the wood beneath his hands, firm and steady in his grasp, he realized that it couldn't be bad. Lovely was apart of him, there's no reason he should be ashamed.

Even so, he was hesitant to continue. It was a new experience, and there was a lot of trial and error when it came to getting the right angles and pressure. But lovely was patient, allowing zanka to experiment and get it right.

His heart swelled with pride and affection, causing his efforts to double.

And while there was a small, judgmental voice in the far corners of his mind, Zanka continued to chase after the pleasure that he and lovely were creating.

When lovely activated, it was like he ascended to another plane. He pretty much came right there. His entire room was bathed in lovely's blue glow, and zanka almost felt like crying at the sight.

For a while zanka couldn't stop himself from giving into the urge. He'd absolutely book it from meetings, would be late to meals, and would randomly disappear in the middle of the day. All so he could meld together with his jinki.

But then the frenzied feeling of desperation wore away. He wanted to savor the times they spent together, truly cherish lovely to the best of his abilities. He eased back, the time intervals between sessions increased. He stopped feeling desperate for that mind numbing haze, and instead grew a new appreciation for lovely whenever she was near him.

Lovely's presence on his back was a reassuring weight, one he adored. When he held his staff, it felt as though he was whole, and firmly embracing himself. While he absolutely loved finding nirvana with lovely in his hands and pressed against him, it felt even better with some build up.

When she’s activated he touches the rough rope, feeling the coarseness against his sensitive skin. He would kiss the sharp ridges, feeling the pressure along his tongue. He would grind along the raised ridges and bumps near the top, the cool metal sucking his body heat in an exchange that was positively divine. Zanka's hands would wind themselves along the horns jutting from the sides, acting like perfect handlebars. The pressure from lovely's spikes feels so good against his flesh, like he’s also giving lovely the same sensation she’s giving him.

When he’s done he would lick lovely clean and then run a rag over the dampness, and he'd press lovely to his nose and hold his staff close, coiling his body around his staff best he could. He'd murmur sweet nothings into the metal as it shifted back into wood, and press small kisses between his words.