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“Class dismissed, thanks! Have a great Valentine’s Day! Unless you're single…Get on tinder!”
Zanka practically moaned in excitement at the sound of his professor dismissing the class. He adjusted his glasses, shoving all his papers and textbooks into his paperbag. He quickly threw it over his shoulder, making his way out of the lecture hall with haste. He just wanted to get the fuck outta here! Seeing his boyfriend was a plus but…getting the fuck out of this building was sounding like a sign from the heavens above!
Zanka was honestly tearing up out of joy, just thinking about getting off of campus. Seriously, he just wanted this semester to be done! Let the boy free! It wasn't all bad, of course, living with the man he loved more than anything, having his friends and family around him frequently and supporting him…Technically that's not awful but still he was so done with his classes.
He got passing looks in the hall from people as he pushed by, making his way to the parking lot, where he saw his dark blue Jeep waiting for him. Hallelujah. He got a few looks of concern as he sprinted towards the car, pulling his keys out of his pockets and throwing his shit in the back before hopping in the driver's seat. The first thing he did, that he always did when leaving campus, connecting his phone to the car and calling his boyfriend. He quickly scrolled through his contacts, tapping on an icon that read: JABS<3. He began to back out of the spot, his phone dialing the man for two short seconds, before he heard the voice of Jabber.
“Baby, you comin’ home?”
Zanka smiled like a dope, nodding his head enthusiastically thankful that Jabber couldn't see him, “Yeah, just left, sweetheart. I'll be home in 20, kay?” He smiles again, excited to see his boyfriend, and also shower. Maybe a bath.
“Okay beautiful! See ya when you're home.” Jabber’s voice coos sensually, “I got a surprise for you when ya get home…”
Zanka raises an eyebrow, keeping his eye on the road. “Whats that s’posed to mean?” He grins, letting out a chuckle at his boyfriend's teasing words. He hears Jabber laugh on the other end.
“Well that would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it? You'll see when you're home, Zan~”
And then…Jabber hung up. Way to get him going, Jabber…Zanka was not deterred, though. He turned on some music, that wouldn't distract him, and kept driving peacefully. He took the same route he always does, having it down to a skill to be able to drive without paying attention. That's a joke, of course. He's far too anxious to not pay attention.
And then, he was home! He was home sweet home, thank you gods above amen whatever the fuck!! He practically jumped out of the jeep, running to the back and grabbing his bag, before locking the car and running to the front door. He pranced up the steps, digging through his keys to find their house key, a very cute silver key with a purple heart on it. Jabber’s house key was matching; his having a blue heart. He placed the key in the hole, turning it and opening the door. When he stepped into their house, he was surprised to see all the lights off, wondering where his boyfriend was. He was usually right there jumping onto him. Weird…
He walked in, not needing to turn the light on as it was still light outside, placing his bag on the bench, and then taking off his boots and sliding into his slippers. He took off his big coat, hanging it on the rack.
“Jabber, honey, where are ya?” He shouts, walking over to the kitchen and dining room, the stairs being in front of the dining room. Zanka looked around, trying to see if Jabber was hiding or something silly, but there was nothing. Just a few candles were lit on the table and the kitchen counters…Plum scented, Jabber's signature scent. Zanka could get drunk off of it. He sighed, looking at the floor, when he noticed a bunch of rose petals creating a path towards the stairs. He smirked, excitedly following the trail of petals all the way up the stairs, until they stopped at the door of their shared bedroom. Zanka grinned, shaking his head with one hand on the curved door handle, and slowly opening it. What he didn't expect to see was…Well, everything.
"Hey, baby...Happy Valentine's day~!" Jabber winked at his boyfriend, wincing in joyous pain when the rose's thorns pierced his lip. Jabber was laying on their bed, the man’s dreads pulled into that messy up-do Zanka could spend hours staring at. His form was covered (unfortunately) by a sexy satin purple robe that stopped midway down his thighs. The true cherry on top was…the big ass bow around his neck, that which upon closer investigation read:
To Zanka Nijiku, Love Jabber Wonger <3
This man was going to kill him.
Zanka blinked a few times before shrugging off his jacket and outer layers, climbing onto the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around Jabber’s waist, feeling the dips in his curves as well as the satin robe. Zanka smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Jabber’s lips, melting into him as he pushed to be on top. Jabber moaned into his lips, his arms hooking around his neck to pull him closer, craving the man's touch. Zanka pulled away, starting to trail kisses down Jabber’s neck, nipping at the ribbon. Jabber let out a breathy laugh and started to skim his fingers through Zanka’s short hair. The blonde made his way down his neck, pulling at the ribbon and undoing the bow. After pulling it off, he noticed Jabber’s neck was red from the tension. Funny, he was envious of a bow.
He pulled up slightly, hunched over his boyfriend, before wrapping a hand around Jabber’s neck, squeezing just enough to give pleasure and not suffocation. Jabber writhed underneath him, biting his lip to hold back a moan. Zanka grinned. He squeezed harder, watching as Jabber choked at the pressure but whining soon after. Jabber brought one hand up to Zanka’s hand, pushing it further against his throat and squeezing it tighter. The blonde man laughed, leaning down while still grabbing his throat, trailing small pecks from his forehead down to his chest. Jabber was burning, he needed more…More touching. His skin was so hot and Zanka’s was so cool, it was amazing.
“Zan, baby, you can do more than that…” Jabber gasped out, looking at his boyfriend with pleading eyes, “I know you can…You’re always so perfect for me. So good for me right, beautiful?” Zanka whimpered under his breath, still kissing Jabber's chest.
Damn it…He always knows how t’get me goin’…
Zanka, inspired by his boyfriend's praise, slips his hands into Jabber’s robe, trailing his hands down until he feels those boney hips. He grips them with both hands, grinding them against his own, making both men groan. Jabber bucks his hips and grabs Zanka’s hands, leading them to the tie on his robe. He looked up at his boyfriend through his eyelashes, biting his lip and seductively sliding the robe off of his shoulder, keeping their eye contact. Zanka had to also bite his lip, he wanted to ravish him so bad, make him beg for it, make him feel overwhelmed by the pleasure. He wanted to see those pretty fuchsia eyes tear up in overstimulation. He squeezed his eyes shut, digging his head into Jabber’s neck, inhaling the scent that made his head spin. It was like its own toxin.
“Baby, c’mon…Please?” Jabber whimpers out, arching his back into Zanka’s hands, which were sliding up and down Jabber’s torso, “I need ya…Can’t you have mercy on your poor boyfriend?” He pleads, looking up to Zanka with big eyes. Well…Since he asked so nicely…
”I’m on it, honey. How d’ya want it?” Zanka kisses him again after he finishes speaking, shoving his tongue in Jabber’s mouth. He sighed happily underneath Zanka, who was finally discarding Jabber’s robe. They broke apart to make things easier, Jabber sliding the robe off with ease, revealing his soft scarred skin, and also, the fact that he was wearing nothing else. Zanka’s dick was going to burn through his pants.
Jabber crawled over to him, sitting on his knees, slipping his hands underneath Zanka’s skin tight long sleeve, pulling it over his head. Zanka could read his boyfriend's mind, and stood up to take off his baggy pants. While doing so, Jabber was sitting behind him, his thighs pressed together eagerly, trying to provide himself with some sort of stimulation. Zanka chuckled at his boyfriend, taking extra slow with his clothes as a response, making Jabber whine.
”Zannnnnnn!! C’mon, man! Should I have just laid here naked so you’d actually be fuckin’ me by now?!” He whines out dramatically, flopping onto his back with his knees together, looking at the ceiling with his eyes shut. Zanka giggles under his breath, climbing onto the bed after discarding his clothes, sneaking up in front of Jabber, whose eyes were still closed. He grinned, placing his hands on the man’s knees.
”Hey, beautiful, open those eyes for me.” Zanka practically purrs, making Jabber shiver. He obeys, opening his eyes to see Zanka on his knees, right in front of his legs. He bit his lip in anticipation, wiggling under Zanka’s gaze. The blonde laughed at how easy his boyfriend was, before laying down on his stomach, hooking Jabber’s legs around his shoulders. Now, right in front of his face was Jabber’s erection, it was dripping with precum already. He must have been excited before Zanka arrived home…Especially since just below his cock, there’s a heart shaped gem in his hole. Zanka breathed heavily, his face burning even more than it already was. He was not expecting that!
”Hm? Oh, did ya find my secret, pretty boy~?” Jabber muses, raking his fingers through Zanka’s hair again. Zanka quivered, his lips pursing before licking a strip up Jabber’s cock, making the man gasp in surprise. Zanka smirked. He placed one hand on Jabber’s abdomen to hold himself up, the other at the base of his cock. He started to pump his hand, giving the occasional kitten lick to the slit. Jabber writhed, bucking his hips towards Zanka’s lips, begging for more. Zanka smirked, finally sinking the man’s cock into his mouth. Usually, when giving head, you’d try and cover your teeth so you don’t bite the cock, but the masochist below him was a huge fan of anything Zanka could do to hurt him, so he always used his teeth. Just how Jabber liked it.
”Zan…Ah…! More, just like that, beautiful…” Jabber whimpered, biting his finger and gripping his hands into Zanka’s hair, “Makin’ me feel so good…So perfect, Zan-Zan~” Jabber moaned out more praise, music to Zanka’s ears. At his pleas, Zanka quickly increased his pace and how he was doing it, pumping the base of his cock and he bobbed his head up and down, dragging his teeth along his length. Jabber was a mess below him, making all the noises in the book, spouting incoherent praise to his boyfriend. Zanka kept the pace up, feeling boyfriend was getting closer, before he came into Zanka’s mouth. Zanka swallowed it all, gulping afterwards. Below him, Jabber was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling slowly with each pant. Zanka smiled, climbing himself up to plant gentle kisses on Jabber’s face, holding his waist tight enough to bruise. The blonde kissed his lips for a short-lived passionate kiss, before pulling away, going to pull out a drawer from the end table to grab a condom. Jabber groaned at this, turning his head to the side.
”Can’t ya just fuck me without a condom? It feels better…” He whines, “And it hurts moreee…” Zanka shook his head, setting the condom to the side and leaning onto the bed next to Jabber.
”Hey, listen, I don’t want ya gettin’ an STD or something! It’d be one thing if we were only doing one round…” he laughs, planting a kiss on Jabber’s cheek. He sighs.
“Aw man…Aight, that’s fine!” he smiles, wrapping his arms around Zanka’s shoulders, pushing him over so Jabber was straddling him. Zanka looked up, surprised, placing his hands on Jabber’s thighs. The dreadhead bit his lip at the sight of Zanka below him, grinding his hips experimentally on Zanka’s cock. The blonde shivered, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. Jabber shook his head at this, taking Zanka’s hand away from his mouth.
“Nuh-uh, baby! I wanna hear ya…” he smiled, giving Zanka’s lips a quick peck, before reaching over him to the other side of their bed, grabbing something. Zanka raised an eyebrow, but his confusions were. put to an end when he saw Jabber pull back with a pair of fuzzy purple zebra print handcuffs; the type you’d find at an adult fun store or something.
Zanka’s breaths grew quicker, he knew what his boyfriend was planning, but he can’t say he’s not excited…Jabber smirked, leaning his head back down to suck on Zanka’s soft skin, leaving hickeys and bite marks on his collarbone. He sat back up, straddling the man below who was panting, his chest and face as red as a tomato.
”Can you go to the headboard and lift your arms up for me?” Jabber coos, lifting one leg up to climb off of his boyfriend, gliding his index finger along Zanka’s abs. The blonde got up and did what he was told, now just waiting for Jabber to cuff him to the bed. Jabber almost laughed at Zanka’s eagerness, but he decided to spare him the teasing, they were both way too horny for that. Jabber sat up to place Zanka’s wrists in the cuffs, close enough that Jabber’s small waist and erect cock were right in Zanka’s face.
Holy fucking shit.
When he sat back down after securing the restraints, Zanka’s face was burning. Jabber knew why, he did it on purpose. He just smirked, sucking another hickey onto Zanka’s neck. When he pulled away, Zanka’s body chased him, his chest arching towards him. He giggled, turning to face away from Zanka.
He looked back, making sure Zanka was watching him, and oh boy he certainly was! His tired eyes were staring at his ass and now his face, his whole face flushed a vibrant pink, his dark eye bags were almost covered by the pink blush, and his lips were red and swollen…Boy did he look good when he was tired and desperate. Jabber smirked, placing one hand on Zanka’s knee, the other reaching behind him, going to pull out the heart shaped plug. Zanka practically choked on his spit at the sight, his dick aching for Jabber.
Zanka bites his lip and looks down to the side, doing his best not to look at the tantalizing sight. Jabber notices this, reaching behind to grab Zanka’s erection, elongating his strokes to get the most reaction out of him. Zanka groaned, bucking his hips into Jabber's hand.
“Ya ready, pretty boy?” Jabber teases, leaning forward and bracing himself on Zanka’s knees, arching his back to show off his lower regions. Zanka huffed out an answer, nodding his head up and down.
“Use y’words, baby~” Jabber coos, dragging his hand up the man’s shaft.
“God—Yes, hurry up already! I’m gettin’ impatient!” Zanka groans, throwing his head back. Jabber giggles, lining Zanka’s cock up with his entrance. Slowly, he started to sink down. He gasped at the stretch, even after having that plug stretch him all day, he still wasn’t used to the stretch. Zanka panted from behind him, pulling at the restraints holding him.
“Jabs, really? Why the hell did ya even grab the lube if ya weren’t—Ungh…“ Zanka grunts, his cock going into Jabber fully dry. Jabber just moans at the man’s lecture, arching his back when he fully sits himself on Zanka. He starts with his hands on Zanka’s thighs, not giving himself the time to adjust, just bouncing his ass on Zanka’s abdomen. He rolls his hips, milking every bit of pleasure out of himself and his boyfriend in the process. Zanka was going to lose it…
“Ah…Zan~! Y’always fill me so good…Makin’ me feel so good baby—mmh!” Jabber mewls, thrusting his hips down further, making Zanka quiver.
“…Knock that shit off…ah…” Zanka pants, digging his nails into his palms, “Gonna…cum if ya keep talkin’ like that…” He grunts at a particularly hard thrust.
“Well…” Jabber sighs wistfully, leaning his body backwards, so his head was almost resting on Zanka’s shoulder, spreading his legs apart., “Put y’knees up and fuck me, beautiful~” Zanka doesn’t need to be told twice. This position would be easier if his hands were free, but the fact he’s tied up while Jabber has his way with him is definitely…erotic.
Zanka starts to thrust upwards, Jabber’s legs stutter when he feels his boyfriend's hot cock brush against his prostate. He throws his head back, putting his arms back to hold onto Zanka’s hair, giving it a tug.
“Jabber—I’m s’close…!” Zanka grits, leaning down to bite Jabber’s neck, making the man mewl. Jabber pants, keeping up with the rough rhythm, feeling a knot build up in his abdomen.
“Anh—! Me too, pretty boy! Inside!” Jabber gasps, clenching his ass around Zanka’s cock until he feels the warmth of his boyfriend's release, and then cumming seconds later. The two went limp, Jabber laying back on Zanka with his dick still in his ass, enjoying the other’s warmth. Zanka chuckled, planting a kiss onto Jabber’s dreads.
“Wanna shower?” Zanka asks in a whisper, tugging at the restraints. Jabber grins, sitting himself up and undoing the cuffs, planting a soft kiss on Zanka’s lips. Once his hands were free, Zanka wrapped his hands around Jabber’s waist, holding him in a tight embrace. He peppered kisses all over his shoulders and neck, making Jabber flush furiously. Having his dick in your ass? Fine! Him kissing you gently and holding you like you’re precious! Oh god, Jabber might have another orgasm!
They release from the embrace, the two of them standing up and heading towards the bathroom connected to the bedroom. Jabber gets in first, starting the shower and grabbing some towels from the linen closet. Zanka came up behind him, the shorter man leaning his head on his shoulder, giving it another kiss.
“Happy Valentine's Day, Jabber.” Zanka whispers, nuzzling his boyfriend’s neck. Jabber smiles.
“Happy Valentine's Day, Zan~”.
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