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𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝘿𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚
The old mattresses feel hard and uncomfortable to lay against, his breathing close to it started to moisture near his face, entire body warm and the hands on it roaming around are too cold, Zanka arches his back more, pushing back creating friction between them though their clothes, Jabber is breathing down his neck while his hands trace and travel under his shirt slowly peeling it off, in their earlier kissing session he already lost layers of his clothes leaving Jabber's hands now an easier job.
He lifted his hips up for space to push Zanka's pants downwards, his hand followed, hearing his breathe hitch when his palm pressed down on his joint only encouraging him to slowly enter him with one blunt finger.
"You know you don't have to be quiet, I miss hearing you." Jabber purred in his ear while slowly kissing his neck.
"Shut up..." His voice came out with a small whine at the end when he felt Jabber add another finger
Zanka lowered his head into the mattress to suppress his voice, not giving that raider the satisfaction of hearing him, Jabber's finger scissor in him slowly opening him more, their lube wasn't very officiant but it worked well enough, Zanka's hips jerked down and his legs shifted down on the mattress.
"It's not fun when you do this..." His voice was still the same light tone but there was an underlying frustration as his fingers started to go rougher on poor Zanka.
Jabber's free hand came up from under his chest to just chin before holding his throat with the same firmness and lifting Zanka's face out of the mattress, a small cut off grunt leaves his mouth with a desperate gasp.
"You are always doing this when we switch... Don't you think we're switching because I want to hear you?..." He continued as now fucking him with three fingers in, the rhythm is steady, slower but more intense.
Whinin seconds Zanka was a gasping whimpering mess under him until he collapsed along his climax which Jabber very helpfully fingered him through, his thumb pushing down on his clit and making him cry out.
He panted himself out and felt the weight from on top of him shift off and fall beside him, he turned his attention towards the grinning face looking back at him from his right, an arm came around his waist and pulled him closer, making him turn to the side and press against the other body skin to skin chest to chest.
"Yer insufferable..." Zanka muttered once he caught his breath, he seemed still a little disorganized and his fuzzy in the aftermath.
"Huh I thought I fucked that attitude out of you by now." He chuckled back as his other hand came to Zanka's chin, leaning and him leaning away a little automatically, Jabber pressed his kiss on his chin, his eyes look up from down there, meeting Zanka's darker ones, he seemed almost unreasonably annoyed.
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“Ya talk too god damn much…” He sighed after he panted himself out and got annoyed at his partner enough to pushing himself up on the bed by his elbow and looking down at Jabber, the frustration slowly leaves his tone as he places a hand on the other boy's hips, rubbing itslowly. “Also yer too dressed up…”
Jabber just smiles back widely as he lays over to his back being pushed by Zanka’s hand, he slowly pushes down his pants that were dried with precum on them.
“Always talkin… and talkin. I know no one can hear… But ya could try to be quiet too sometime…” He muttered as he now kneeled between his legs on the bed.
Jabber’s hand slowly ran though his hair, not pushing him down, yet. His eyes flutter as Zanka slowly kisses one of his thighs, kissing a few scars over it as his dry lips travel upwards, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as Zanka’s thumb traced over him.
Zanka lowered his head and kissed the tip of him before licking over it longly but not pressing down, when he got comfortable down there his index finger slowly started texting the water on the lower department, he could hear muffled whimpers from Jabber, he was often biting his lips from excitement so that wasn't new now. Zanka continued to keep his gaze up while taking him in his warm mouth, slowly sucking down as its between his teeth, he would keep them open just enough so he could lick him over with his tongue while sucking, while that his one hesitant finger kept working in replaced by two just to earn a extra whimper from Jabber. Who was slowly grinding his hip upwards, his other hand found Zanka's who was holding the side of his thighs, he placed it on his forearm while learning his head back more, it was hard to look down when Zanka was looking over his stomach with those deep dark eyes, looking for signs of approval.
“F-fuck there…” His voice came out broken but he managed just to show Zanka that he infact enjoys it.
Suddenly Jabber’s leg jerked up a little when he felt an upper set of teeth biting him, his grip on Zanka's hair tightened a little, that soft biting didn't stop until his release which made his toes crawl.
Zanka raised his head, his eyes is searching while fluid slowly drips down on his chin, which Jabber’s hand helpfully whipes down, somehow this was a easier, still endearing, sight than his early.
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