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𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯
Enjin's pov
Coming back late was one thing, but being just drained enough to be exhausted but not drained enough to sleep was another, that's how Enjin end up wondering around the HQ in hope of walking out whatever was keeping him up. He was thinking of some stress relief by himself but that wasn't the same, only lonely people do that, sighing as he passed by the medical ward. It would be so easy. He thought with another sigh as his steps slowed down, only one person stayed there overnight currently because of his injuries, that was Zanka. He to say the least have some strange administration towards Enjin, which he rarely tried to exploit, a small touch on the knee, a small lock of hair being brushed to the side, a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, things that are easily deniable.
Enjin slowly opened the inpatient room's door and closed it with the same hold, he was just checking on the boy that's all, walking besides the empty beds until he reached his, looking down at Zanka's sleeping form should have been enough to make him turn around but now he was taking off his jacket. This was just a check in, to make sure he's recovering or whatever. He hung it up near where he leaned down his umbrella and now he was settled on the side of the bed. That's still innocent, nothing is happening. Enjin felt somewhat weird about how he kept reassuring himself about this while his hand was already caressing Zanka's arm to wake him up, probably creeps do that too, justifying it...
He was snapped out of that train of thought when he saw Zanka turn to his back a little, he was a pretty light sleeper by how his eyes candid slowly.
"It's just me..." Enjin felt the need to clarify that since it was probably too dark to see him.
Zanka was now hesitantly looking back at him with some sleepy confusion but he didn't seem to question it when Enjin slowly pulled his blank down further.
He gained back a little more consciousness when Enjin's hand slowly opened his clothing around his chest area, as his cold hand traveled from his collarbone to the bottom of his ribs.
Enjin's eyes were down on the newly out pale skin, he kept his touch light but frim enough so he doesn't have to think about what this was.
Zanka pulled away as he set up straighter on the bed, that made Enjin's gaze travel back to his confused face. Did he process this? Before he could ask what was the meaning of this Enjin broke the silence again.
"I was just checking how's your healing going." Hiding his intentions with concern while his hand found the boy's side again in a slow caress.
Zanka felt himself sinking down in the bed, the lie could have been believable if Enjin didn't set closer just to place a hand drawn besides him.
"Lay back down, it'll be okay..." He tried to reassure again though he could see Zanka's hesitant shift.
Soon Enjin crawled on the bed and continued unwrapping Zanka from his clothes until it was under him.
"Be a good boy for me... I won't hurt you..." Enjin continued whispering while his hand explored the younger man's thin body.
Not his usual type but it should do it, he just wants to get his mind off stuff and get out whatever was keeping him up, he stopped thinking on how this is wrong as his hands found his hips then moved down more and lifted his leg up a little, if it only took some soft words for him to give in he couldn't hate it that bad. Creep thoughts again.
Enjin reached for his own pants and opened them with the same movement as his other hand opened Zanka's legs, he was already rubbing the younger man thought his underwear simultaneously as jerk his half hard member.
"You're so quiet and obedient..." He whispered quietly as his fingers rubbed over his still clothed hole. "Have you ever done this to yourself?"
"N-not much..." Zanka's voice was thin with a mix of hesitation, shock and arousals.
"You can tell me..." Enjin answered back as his hand moved under the fabric and started rubbing over him dry.
He pulled his hand but along with pulling his underwear down, throwing it aside before leaning over more, his gaze couldn't focus on Zanka for too long so he kept it on business, after coating his fingers in his spit he returned to rubbing his small entrance.
"Once I wondered... Do you ever jerk off to me." Enjin was getting sloppier at regulating his words, after entering Zanka with his index and middle finger he leaned over him more, his slow rhyme on jerking himself stayed the same like some sort of edging.
Zanka moved his legs apart more, the unsureness was still in his movements, still as tense.
"You done this before with anyone else?" Before he could finish the sentence he saw a small nod from Zanka's head, at least he realised he can answer back.
"With who? Not from here?" Enjin continued to ask these useless questions mostly so that the only sound in the room wasn't him fingering Zanka.
"Not..." He mumbled with one of his hands before his mouth, his head was probably getting fussy, he needs less to go after all.
"Would you let me?"
"Let ya want...?"
Silence settled in and Enjin's hand slowly stopped in it's track, he finally looked back up at Zanka's face.
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Zanka's pov
Enjin liked him... That all what was going on in his head. People don't have sex with each other unless they like each other, at least a little. He wasn't sure if Enjin even liked guys, he was a guy so he thought he must.
Enjin said something about better penetration if they switched position, he was now sitting in his lap, hearth pounding and his knees trembling as he slowly lowered himself out to Enjin's member, his bigger hands went around Zanka's back and hips, it was somewhat soothing but also made him worried that he might be too tense. He tried to stay collected and not complain, which was hard, why does it hurt? Is this supposed to? Zanka slowly leaned his head down on Enjin's shoulder, he suppressed a whine, when they started moving he tried to stay. As quiet as possible, he didn't know why exactly, so others doesn't wake up or something, or so Enjin doesn't leave.
Zanka was grinding on him with small whimpers and hoped for the best, literally, he doesn't if he's doing good but by how Enjin was holding out to his hips and kept thrushing into him. Zanka went off first with a bit down whine before Enjin pulling out from him and came on their stomach.
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Enjin pulled him out of bed, they moved to the shared showers where he started cleaning off the release from Zanka's stomach and from between his legs, hugging him from behind, they stopped talking when Enjin first entered him and then didn't spoke while the act. Which made Zanka feel somewhat strange, he couldn't explain it, after the arousal was gone from the sex, the silence didn't feel right, made him aware of how empty this felt. Enjin was cleaning him like it was a chore, like washing dishes after eating, he sighed a little and Enjin behind him probably heard him clearly.
"If Eishia asks why you showered just say you felt sweaty, but I don't think she will..." He muttered to Zanka as he continued to clean him, his arm around him tightened.
Zanka haven't even thought about explaining himself yet, right, of course he needs to after this.
"Go back to sleep after you dry off... I should too..." He whispered at least before letting go of Zanka and pulled away, leaving him under the running water while he went to get his clothes.
Zanka didn't look back at him, he left quickly like he was ashamed, or was it disgust, or was he just tried. Either way now he's stuck with the thoughts Enjin left with him and not letting him rest.