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As Zanka enters the dorm room he can’t help but already be annoyed by the obnoxious mess created by his roommate. It was only his 2nd week into living in a shared dorm and he was already so close to snapping at his roommate.
Jabber was what some would consider an interesting character. He is extremely attractive but everything beyond his face is a complete mess. He leaves his trash and clothes all over the room. On the second day of living in the dormitory he came back to find a dirty sock on his pillow. And if that wasn’t bad enough there was an empty bag of chips on HIS bed. So all of this to say that Zanka does NOT like his roommate but for some reason his roommate seems fascinated with him which would do nothing but make their already complicated situation worse if he wasn’t so attractive. So as Zanka enters their dorm it is no surprise to him that room is a complete mess despite him having had cleaned earlier in the evening in between classes. Upon seeing him Jabber began bounding towards him with a sly grin ready to mess with Zanka.
“I see someone’s having a bad day” Jabber says in a teasing tone whilst following Zanka around as he picks up his belongings making no move to help.
“Yeah, because you leave your shit all over the place.” Zanka responds
“Woah, no need to get so upset” Jabber bites back now making his way to plop down his bed which is always seemingly devoid of any of the mess he creates.
Zanka whips his head now fully fed up with his roommate and his bullshit. “I wouldn’t be so upset if you shut the fuck up and kept your mess on YOUR side of the room!”
Jabber startled blurts out the first thing he thinks of as a retort. “And if I don’t?”
This remark clearly disturbs Zanka to his core as he begins storming over to Jabber stopping right in front of him in between his spread out legs while Jabber continues leaning on the edge of his bed. “You’re really testing me and I’m really not in the mood to argue with you right now!” Zanka says now looking down at Jabber with a scowl.
Jabber began to squirm under Zanka’s gaze clearly affected by it. “Maybe you should show me why I shouldn’t?” Jabber says in a teasing tone dripping in excitement whilst tilting his head to the side as he wraps an arm around Zanka and pulls him in closer resting his head on his stomach.
Hearing this Zanka pushes Jabber back onto the bed fully. “If that’s what you need to get your shit together I’ll give it to you.” Zanka states as he begins to drop to his knees unzipping Jabbers pants the action making Jabber giggle in excitement. “Don't be so happy, this is far from a reward” His words seem to only excite Jabber as his dick hardens in his palm.
Zanka starts with dry, slow, languid strokes that do nothing to ease the pain in Jabbers groin as he groans and jerks up into Zanka’s hold earning him a harsh slap to the thigh.
“Ugh!” Jabber groans out in shock”
“If you think this is going to go how you want it you’re wrong.” Zanka says with a sly grin on his face as he continues to move at a steady pace making it a point to pick up no speed.
After some time passes of slaps to Jabbers thigh and a painfully slow pace of strokes Zanka decides it’s time for more so he begins to pepper the tip of Jabbers dick with peck like kisses. This earns a reaction from Jabber who seems startled as a he opens his eyes wide. Zanka looks up at as Jabber through his lashes as he drags his tongue down Jabber shaft earning a thrilled and pleased grown from Jabber.
Zanka drags his tongue back up Jabber’s shaft and swirls his tongue around the tip while using his hands to fondle his balls. This earns a pleased groan from Jabber who thrusts up into Zanka’s mouth earning two harsh slaps from Zanka to his balls which makes Jabber groan.
“I told you this isn’t going how you want it to.” Zanka says before dipping his head down fully taking in Jabber’s tip before hollowing out his cheeks earning a shocked gasp from Jabber who works to keep his hips still earning a pleased hum from Zanka which in turn sends a pleasant vibration to Jabber’s tip. Zanka begins working on Jabber’s cock, he bobs his head down fully taking in Jabber’s dick. After some thrusts Jabbers begins to feel his climax approaching.
“I’m- uhg- I’m gonna- agh” Jabbers groans out between breaths and as if on cue Zanka pops off his dick and covers his tip with his thumb earning a pained groan from Jabber who cuts his eyes down at Zanka who shoots him an amused look.
“Not what you want, huh?” Zanka says in a teasing tone as he climbs onto Jabber now straddling his lap.
Jabber who was previously upset about his ruined orgasm was now in awe at the sight of Zanka being on top of him.
Zanka begins stripping his pants off before throwing them off somewhere in the room. The action earning him an eager groan from Jabber. Zanka takes his index and middle finger and shove them into Jabber’s mouth who eagerly sucks them while staring Zanka in his eyes. Zanka grins watching Jabber eagerly sucks in his fingers before taking them out and reaching back to circle his entrance. This action earns a groan from Jabber who then tries to reach to grab at Zanka’s butt and massage his whole but to his dismay he earns a quick slap to his chest.
“Not gonna happen.” Zanka states before pushing one of his fingers past his entrance making sure to put on a show for Jabber who is being to grow antsy as he watches Zanka work himself open. In a moment of petty retaliation Jabber shoves a finger into Zanka alongside his finger earning a gasp from him. Zanka yanks Jabbers finger out from inside him and slaps across the face. The sting burns every fiber in his cheek as he feels the tears pool in his eyes and his vision blur. As he turns his head to look at Zanka he can’t help but notice the almost regretful look on his face.
“Again” he says now pleading for another slap because of how good the sting that is now fading felt.
“What?” Zanka responds in a clearly panicked tone.
“Again” Jabber repeats now more coherent with the sting missing.
Zanka, clearly having returned to his normal self retorts. “Oh, so you think you’re in a position to demand?” Tilting his head while actively working himself open as moans slip out between breaths.
A dark look settles in Jabbers eyes as he watches Zanka work himself open just for him. Zanka finishes after a few more thrust before popping his fingers out of him and lining himself up with Jabbers erection.
Jabber watches the scene in front of him unfold in with a burning gaze as Zanka squeezes his eyes shut and lowers himself onto Jabbers girth. After bottoming out they both can’t help but let out a groan. Zanka’s eyes flicker open as the feeling of hands squeezing his hips hard enough to bruise snap him back into reality. “No, wait - Don’t- Not yet!” But without holding back Jabber begins to pound into Zanka ruthlessly with a fierce look in his eyes dragging groans from Zanka.
“Agh-slow-slow down” Zanka gasps out in between thrusts though Jabber makes no attempt to slow down. As Zanka scrambles to find purchase somewhere other than Jabber’s thighs he lands on Jabber’s neck. The action makes Jabbers hips stutter and his eyes roll back giving Zanka an idea.
As Jabber regains his composure and his pace Zanka tightens his grip on Jabber’s neck. The action earns an amused groan from Jabber who keeps at his ruthless pace making Zanka throw his head back.
The first to climax is Jabber who releases when Zanka squeezes around his dick as well as his neck at the same time. Zanka cum’s shortly after to the feeling of Jabber’s warm release inside him. After they come down from their high Zanka rolls over onto Jabber’s bed and before nodding off only says one thing.
“Go clean up…”