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When they got in the shower, Jabber wrapped his hair up with a scarf and placed a shower cap over his covered dreads. He didn’t need to wash his hair as he washed it before Zanka came home, so he just kept it protected. Zanka watched lovingly while his boyfriend got himself situated, enamoured with the way hickeys and bite marks trail up his form. Jabber smiled when he saw Zanka gawking, leaning forward to wrap his arms around the other man’s neck, placing a kiss on his temple.
“Like what ya see?” Jabber coos, letting both of their bodies get drenched by the steamy water. Zanka hums approvingly, shoving his face into the nape of Jabber’s neck. The dreadhead sighs wistfully, getting some of Zanka’s shampoo on his hands to wash his boyfriend’s hair. The younger man used to use a ‘2 in 1: shampoo and body wash’, but Jabber changed that real quick. He gave him a lecture about hair care the moment they got close enough to hang out in first year. Zanka has not been allowed to get a new hair routine without Jabber’s permission since.
Jabber smiles, scrubbing at Zanka’s thin and soft hair, running the strands through his fingers. Like a cat, Zanka sighs peacefully into Jabber’s neck, his hands gripping the other’s waist tightly. He loved holding him, just feeling his form, his abs, his dips. He’s pretty sure Jabber loved it too.
Zanka whines from his boyfriend's shoulder, making Jabber chuckle while he rinses off his shampoo covered hands. He craned his head down to look at Zanka.
“Hm? Can you stand up, honey? I need’a wash this out of your hair.” Jabber coos, smiling when Zanka obeys him promptly. The two were basically the same height, Jabber being an inch and a half taller. He lightly rubbed his fingers on Zanka’s scalp, just how he liked it, making sure to rinse thoroughly. He was in a trance for a while before he heard Zanka whine again. Thankfully the shampoo was all out.
“What, Zan? Why’re you whining, babe?” Jabber chuckles, placing his hands on Zanka’s shoulders.
He grumbles, “Wanna wash yer body…” the shorter man grabs the bottle of Jabber’s body wash, plum and lavender, alluring and sweet, he could never get enough of the scent. Zanka grabbed the purple loofa from their shower-shelf and smothered the body wash onto it, gently rubbing it onto Jabber’s pretty skin. Jabber stood there obediently as Zanka cleansed him, his arms swinging around his neck and then down to caress his biceps, whispering small purrs of praise into Zanka’s ear. The younger boy shivers, scrubbing his boyfriend’s body while simultaneously feeling him up. Jabber laughs breathlessly, looking at Zanka through his eyelashes, biting his lip.
“I like when you touch me…” Jabber whispers, holding on Zanka’s biceps harder, “When you caress me…It’s almost too much….” He laughs at the end, his breathing uneven. Zanka grins at his boyfriend, placing a toothy kiss to his jaw, making Jabber squirm and squeeze his arms more.
“Yeah? That so?” Zanka teases, moving his free hand to Jabber’s waist and the loofa hand to his chest, the material grazing over his nipples. Jabber hums approvingly, watching Zanka fondling his delicate skin. He loved it. Couldn't get enough. The older man could feel himself getting erect again, biting down on his lip harder and harder until he drew blood. He wrapped his arms back around Zanka’s shoulders, holding him closer while admiring the hand marks on his biceps. Jabber smirked while licking Zanka’s neck teasingly.
“Your turn to get washed, Zan!” Jabber giggles into the man's neck, giving it a few little nibbles. Zanka gasps, reaching behind to hang up the loofa, grabbing the matching blue one and handing it to Jabber. The older man smirks while squirting out some of Zanka’s aloe scented body wash onto the loofa. He leans forward, his groin pushing against Zanka, and begins to rub the loofa up and down his boyfriend's chest. Zanka breathes unsteadily, closing his eyes, trying to ground himself. He awkwardly stood with his hands to the side before Jabber took one hand with his free one and placed it on his collar bone. He brought his other hand to the small of Jabber’s back and caressed him while he cleaned him.
“You’re so funny, Zan-Zan…Always so desperate for me but ya act like ya aren’t!” Jabber teases, moving the loofa to Zanka’s back while he continues to poke around at his pecs. Zanka hums, looking down at their unclothed bodies grinding on one another. He pants when he feels Jabber’s hand cup his pectoral, giving it a squeeze, the water from the shower head above dripping down his body to make the scene more than intimate. Seeing his boyfriend grab him like that, he bites the inside of his cheek hard, trying to stay cool. Jabber did not like his idea of staying cool. He was going to mess with him.
The dreadhead moves his other hand to place it on Zankas chest and pushes him to the wall. He leans over, so his head is inline with Zanka’s pecs, giving them licks and bites, trailing his pierced tongue over the man’s nipples. He really couldn’t stand when Jabber teased him like this…It’s infuriating. Tantalizing, even.
“Knock it off…” Zanka grumbles out, shivering as the hot water trails down his back, his groin burning hotter than before. He pants at the touch while dragging his hand upwards and pulling at the man’s dreads. Jabber moans at the sensation, leaving a sloppy kiss on his collar bone. ”Jabs…baby—Bend over for me…”
Jabber grins at the suggestion, pulling his posture up to place his hands on either side of Zanka’s face, planting a kiss on his soft lips. Zanka chases his lips after, thrown in a daze before he sees Jabber turn and lean his elbows against the tiled wall. His breath catches in his throat, his cock throbbing for the man in front of him. When he feels a grip on his hips, Jabber wiggles his ass with an arch, making sure Zanka was seeing him in this glory. The blonde just bites his lip, grinding his hips against the other’s ass. Jabber mewls at the contact and throws his hips back harder making Zanka gasp exasperatedly.
“Hm? That too much, Zan-ka?” He purrs, leaning on his elbows and turning his head slightly to see his boyfriend's typical concentrated expression. To his surprise, Zanka didn't seem as “locked in” as he usually did, instead he looks like he ate four aphrodisiac chocolates and his body is uncomfortablely warm. His arm snakes around Jabber’s front and makes its way to his neck where he holds on gently. “You can squeeze harder…”
”No.”
”No?”
“Yeah, ya heard me.” Zanka grunts with a slight laugh in his tone, shifting his body forwards to plant kisses along Jabber’s back, grinding his erection against Jabber’s boney ass. Jabber shivers under the gentle touch, he’s always weak to this; Zanka knows he is. He whines, pushing his body closer to Zanka’s.
“Ya really don't wanna hurt me? You feelin’ alright?” Jabber laughs breathlessly, a soft moan leaving his mouth when Zanka starts to fondle with his ass. He looks back, seeing his boyfriend is now on his knees, hands parting Jabber’s cheeks, massaging them gently, planting kisses along the back of his thighs. He drags his tongue up after sucking a hickey into the toned but soft skin, biting down on his ass. Jabber gasps, feeling his body contract like a cat, pushing his behind further into Zanka’s hold. The younger man grins against his boyfriend's soft skin, seeming to enjoy the state he’s making Jabber go into. The older man feels his hot breath against his ass, and his entrance, making him want it more. He whines.
”Zanka—Don’t be a tease!” Jabber whines breathlessly, his head collapsing onto his elbows. “Please…I want it…”
Zanka smiles, parting Jabber’s cheeks and spitting in between them, “What do ya want, baby?” Zanka teases, rubbing his fingers up Jabber’s entrance and down to his balls. Jabber shudders, letting out a low groan.
“I want you…! Your cock, your tongue, your fingers I don't—!” Jabber whines desperately before he feels his boyfriend press his tongue to his hole. He shivers, but relaxes into his touch. Zanka starts to circle the hole with the tip of his tongue, gently prodding into the tight muscles, flicking his tongue in and out. Jabber groans and digs his fingernails into his palms, gripping at the shower door. Zanka starts to shove his tongue in and out, rolling it around in the already stretched ass. Jabber whimpers, leaning to support himself on only one hand and using the other to spread his ass more.
“More—Nhh…” Jabber moans against the door, his breath fogging up the glass. Zanka continues to thrust his tongue in and out, making his boyfriend go insane with the edge he was feeling. He pulls out his tongue and replaces it with two of his thick boney fingers, continuing to lap his tongue at the hole. The older man gasps, scratching the glass on the door. He lets his head fall limp while his forearms keep his body up. Now from this angle, he can see Zanka sitting back on his heels, the lower half of his face sucking and licking desperately to get more reactions out of his boyfriend. The dreadhead whines when he feels fingers rubbing against his prostate, clenching his ass in response.
He is so fucked out. The only thoughts replaying in his brain are: Zanka, Zanka being sexy, and more Zanka… Jabber’s legs started to shake, his knees turning in. Zanka notices this and decides maybe it’s time to stop fucking with him and start fucking him. He pulls out his fingers and his tongue making Jabber clench around nothing, but he stands himself back up moments later, gently squeezing Jabber’s ass.
“Yer pathetic…” Zanka wheezes out with a laugh in his tone. He holds his boyfriend's hips with one hand, the other trails up the man’s figure, making Jabber laugh.
“‘M only like this for you, Mr. Bad Attitude~!” Jabber grins while turning his head to get a good look at Zanka’s angry expression. The man above growls. Jabber can’t tell if he was turned on or pissed off. Probably both.
“I’m gonna show ya how good I can be.” Zanka hums lowly, bringing both hands to spread Jabber’s ass.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Jabber bites his lip, aroused, arching his back and pushing his ass back by putting his palms to the glass. “You talk big game, Zan-Zan…” He wiggles his ass teasingly. His goal was to rile Zanka up. It usually works.
“Well, ya know better than anyone that I ain’t some bum ass who can’t treat his boyfriend right.” Zanka mutters into Jabber’s ear, his body almost right against his boyfriends. Their forms are similar, Jabber's waist being a bit smaller but it’s not like they were outrageously thin. They’re both lean.
“Oh, Zan…~” Jabber chuckles in a hum, turning his head to meet Zanka’s and pressing a kiss to his lips, “I know you can fuck me good, baby! Don’t worry…There’s nobody but you who could do this t’me…” Zanka’s grip tightens on Jabber’s hips at this. The dreadhead only grins. He knew his plan worked. He knew it did because he could feel Zanka’s cock press into his entrance. He gasps, jerking his head back to be inline with his elbows. He doesn’t want to see the smirk on the younger man’s face.
Zanka starts to pant, wrapping his boney hands around Jabber’s front, one sliding down and the other holding right under his chest. He waited for a moment, sucking bruises into the man’s skin and pressing kisses all over his back. He was going to continue worshipping the man, but Jabber was horny, and he didn’t really want to wait. He whines subtly, jerking his hips back to try and get stimulation.
“Zan…Move, please. Please move! I need it—!” Jabber sobs, begging for Zanka to fuck him… like really hard. The younger man only smiles, pressing his lips to the back of his boyfriend's neck, before pulling all the way out and then rolling back in. Jabber gasps, biting onto his own arm. He starts slow, rolling his hips at a leisure pace. Gradually though, it builds up into gentle thrusts. It was Valentine's Day, of course! It wasn’t the time for aggressive fucking! It was time for love making! It is the one thing that drives Jabber insane, and Zanka knows it. He knows the man can’t handle the praise and the love. But he’s going to do it anyway.
Zanka kept one hand on Jabber’s hip, the other trailing up to grab his chin, turning his face. The older man’s face was priceless. He looked desperate, horny, and hot. I guess the steaming hot shower running behind them wasn’t helping, huh? Jabber groans lowly at Zanka’s touch, relaxing his face into the other's hand. The blonde chuckles, leaning down to plant a kiss on his cheek, his hips rolling in and out of Jabber at an intimate pace. Jabber whines, squeezing his eyes shut at the mix of affection and lust. Zanka continues to press kisses to his face, leaving the occasional lick as he thrusts his hips. He’d roll his hips for a while before giving a few good thrusts.
This is too much… Jabber thought. He felt scandalous, Zanka licking and kissing him like this…His hips moving in a rhythm meant to stimulate and not hurt. His hold on his waist…Shit.
“Mfhh…!” Jabber gasps out when Zanka’s cock finds that spot. The blonde hums at the moan, continuing to roll his hips into the same spot, watching Jabber come apart in his hold. His face burns, he could cum just at the sight. Jabber squeezing him unbelievably hard didn’t help the burning sensation in his abdomen.
“Ah…Jabs—“ Zanka whines, pulling his mouth away from Jabber’s, his head digging into his shoulder while his hand stays on his throat, “Fuck…Yer beautiful…” he groans. Jabber whimpers at the praise.
“D…Don’t…Nhmhh…” Jabber stutters, his body betraying his words. “Stop that…Mngh—!” He feels Zanka grin against his shoulder, licking him flirtatiously.
They keep rutting against one another, words of praise falling out of each other's mouths so it’s just a constant battle of compliments. The praise made Zanka more excited, his cock throbbing from inside the other, his face burning fucking red. Redder than the colour red. He needs more validation…So he keeps going.
Jabber on the other hand…Well, praise affects him very differently. His body has gone almost completely limp, Zanka’s toned arms holding him up almost completely. His palms clenched against nothing on the glass. His brain is foggy, the steam from the shower and Zanka’s excruciatingly loving pace making him feel every single part of his boyfriend. It was sick, cruel. But Jabber loves it. He always does. He turns into a blob of pleasure whenever Zanka ‘makes love’ to him. It sends him to a whole other world.
“Zan-kaaaa….Nhhhh…” A cry rips from Jabber’s mouth, his head limp. Zanka whimpers, keeping his pace the same but a little faster. “‘M…Close…Plea…” Jabber tries to say, but his words aren’t articulating right now.
“Me too…God—Fuck!” Zanka gasps, a whimper following after cussing. He sinks his teeth into Jabber’s shoulder, making the man below shiver and whine even louder. Moments later after the most aggressive part of their sex, the two came, breathing intensely onto one another.
“Holy…Holy fuck…” Zanka laughs while panting, pulling Jabber up to stand and face him. Jabber hums in agreement, letting his head and body fall into Zanka. The other just laughs, standing back under the shower head for a second to rinse the sweat off. He then leans down, holds Jabber by the waist, and then turns off the shower. He steps out with Jabber in hand, the taller one wrapping his arms around Zanka’s shoulders. The shorter one just laughs, patting his hand on Jabber’s ass.
“C’mon, Jabs…Let’s get you dried and then we’ll lay in bed…” Zanka whispers gently, using his free hand to grab a towel. Jabber hums begrudgingly and takes the towel from Zanka to dry himself. He dries his body slowly since he’s still a little unsteady from that, but he’s dry quicker than Zanka. He walks over to the bathroom vanity and takes off his purple shower cap, replacing it with one of his bonnets; the cheetah print one. Behind him, Zanka is standing with a towel on his hips and he’s drying his short hair. Jabber smiles at the sight, beginning to wash his face with he and Zanka’s shared skincare.
“Jabs?” Zanka mumbles from behind him, his arms wrapping around his waist. Jabber hums, too focused on his skincare. “Was that any good…? Did I…Did I even reach yer prostate…?” Jabber stops his skincare at this, placing down the serum and grabbing Zanka by the chin, looking at him in the mirror.
“Listen, ya big fool! That was…amazin’! Honestly, probably some of the best sex we’ve ever had!” Jabber states lightheartedly, a chuckle coming out near the end. Zanka looks down in embarrassment, a small smile on his face. “Baby, if it was that bad, I’d tell ya while we were at it! You know I would.”
Zanka nods, backing up from Jabber to stand beside him. “You’re right…’M sorry. I get all worried when I try new things cuz I don’t know if you’ll like it and…” He rambles and trails off, grabbing his pajamas from the basket by their bedroom door. The older man just laughs, walking past him to grab his own clothes from his wardrobe.
“Don’t ya ever apologize to me for makin’ me feel good! Especially when we just had the best beginning to our Valentines Day ever~!” He chuckles while sitting himself on the bed to put his own pajamas on. Zanka smiles, but raises an eyebrow at the man.
“Beginning? What else are we doin’?” He mumbles in question as he puts his t-shirt on. Jabber just smiles, getting under the covers in their bed and patting next to him. Zanka smiles, climbing in next to him. He is still a little confused since it’s still sunny out— only like…4:30 somethin’— Zanka thought. But his thoughts were answered moments later when Jabber grabs the remote for their humble sized TV and goes to the movies section. They were two broke university students but hey, at least Zanka’s biological family was rich! He really had to behave to get this nice of a house…
Zanka smiles at Jabber, leaning into him when he feels his boyfriend's arm around his shoulder. “What’re we watchin’?” He questions, looking up slightly because of their position. Jabber giggles, a big smile appearing on his face.
“Your pick, Zan-Zan!” He says giddily, holding Zanka closer. The blonde flushes, holding his arms around Jabber.
“Well, give me the remote…” He sighs, picking through all the cliche romance films. He groans in annoyance, only wondering why straight people are so obsessed with big city boy meets small town girl!
“Wanna watch a hallmark movie?”
“Fuck no. I ain’t watching that bullshit.” Jabber just laughs at Zanka’s response, giggling like a toddler. He pulls out his phone and opens up PileOfStinkingShitEats.
“Aight, aight…But seriously this time, what do ya want for food?” Jabber probes, scrolling through the options. Zanka places down the remotes and looks at the options before deciding on wings. They always get wings.
Before they knew it, after watching a cheesy movie for god knows how long, the food arrived! But before Jabber runs down to grab it, Zanka grabs his hand and pulls him into a passionate kiss. When they pull away, Zanka swears there were hearts in Jabber’s eyes. Zanka smiles, planting a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.”
“You too, baby~!”
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P.s, the aftercare is inspired by what me and my girlfriend did for Valentine’s Day. Except I made her watch gachiakuta with me.