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Zanka Nijiku rubbed his thighs together, etching a few final scribbles onto his chemistry homework before abruptly standing up. He’d been preventing himself from doing so much as going to the bathroom- not until he finished his assignments. Now that he was done, however, his brain allowed him the freedom of release, and he turned to look at his study buddy, Jabber. “‘M gonna be right back. Gotta take a leak,” He said dismissively, thinking nothing of the comment.
Jabber, who was never all that engrossed in his textbook in the first place, slammed the book shut and sat up straighter than his usual posture allowed him. “That so?”
“…Yeah? Dunno if y’knew, but sometimes people have to pee.” He rolled his eyes in exasperation. Jabber was always pulling bullshit like this, constantly speaking as though he was developing his latest master plan to fuck Zanka over.
“You’re borrinnggg, Zan-zan.” Jabber grumbled. He chuckled a little, wiping the dissatisfied expression from his face and instead opting to spread his legs just enough to draw Zanka’s attention. “Why dont’cha come here, baby? Ya can just go in my lap.”
His jaw dropped. “Yer fucking messing with me.” Zanka instinctively covered his crotch with one hand. His bladder fought back with a twinge of desperation, but he managed to hold it in.
“When have I ever lied to ya? …Don’t answer that. ‘M serious, Z. Make a guy reallll happy and save yourself the time and trouble of walking across the whole place, yeah?” Jabber patted his lap again, grinning like he’d just won a million bucks.
Zanka automatically turned around to face the door. If he ignored Jabber, he’d just shut up, right? That would be the end of that and he could go back to studying. He nodded to himself to affirm his thought process, but the second he tried to take another step, a hand adorned with cold metal was already slithering itself around his waist. Jabber’s.
Jabber reached for the knob on the door and twisted the little piece of metal protruding from its center. Locking it from the inside was entirely ineffective, but with Zanka’s mind clearly focused on other priorities, he figured he’d be too distracted to notice. The tip of his acrylics dug into the front of Zanka’s abdomen, and the boy let out a small wail, stumbling back into Jabber’s grasp.
Zanka moved both of his hands to cover himself now, doing absolutely everything in his power not to leak. He did not have time for this bullshit right now, but when had Jabber ever cared about his schedule? He squirmed for a moment longer, heels tapping anxiously against the carpet, before sighing and turning his head a bit to look at Jabber.
“Please, Jabber, c’mon… I’ll blow ya later or sum’n, okay? Just please don’t make me piss the fuckin’ floor right now.”
Jabber contemplated his request for about a second (who doesn’t love head?) before shrugging and dragging a struggling Zanka back to the bed, planting himself right on the mattress and taking Zanka with him. His eyes bore deep, sizzling holes into the wall across from him, and he attempted to ignore the way Jabber twitched against his ass.
“Turn around, Bad Attitude. Not like I’m telling you ya can’t take care of business. I just want’cha to be good for me and lemme be a part of it, that’s all~”
Zanka buried his head in his hands. Jabber’s grip on his waist left him practically no choice. His cock ached and twitched a bit at the prospect of sweet release, and it was strikingly obvious through the thin, gray fabric of his sweatpants. Jabber twisted his hands along Zanka’s sides, kneading the flesh and leaving stinging crescent moon indents until he got the memo. In a pathetic display of surrender, he finally turned to face him. His cheeks were flush with red, burying every last mark and divot on his face with the crimson heat of what Jabber’d done to him.
“Good boy.” Jabber murmured, leaning in and nibbling at the exposed flesh of his neck. Zanka gasped and desperately reached for his crotch, but he was unable to stop the slightest of leaks from escaping. It wasn’t even enough to show through the fabric, but he felt the beginning of the end of his desperation rubbing against his own cock, and that was enough for Zanka to lose it.
“Please, don’t make me piss myself right now.. ‘s just gonna be a big mess..” He whined, rather pathetically. Yet, despite his pleas for mercy, he knew he wasn’t making it out of here until he was soaked.. and something about that sent rivers of pleasure down through his body, loosening the muscles of his bladder just a tad.
“Nothing we can’t clean. C’mon, Zan-zan, let go for me… right here on my lap, m’kay?”
Zanka let out a shy noise that was somewhat akin to the love child of a moan and a whine, and shoved his face into Jabber’s shoulder. His hips bucked a bit to try and alleviate the pressure in his dick, and fuck, if Jabber didn’t love feeling that tell-tale pulse against his thigh.
Knowing he could let go whenever he wanted, despite the utter lack of permission, Zanka was in a losing battle. He kept rubbing himself against Jabber, digging his teeth into the fabric of his t-shirt, but his attempts at resistance only bore so much fruit. Another spurt leaked from his cock, much larger than the last, and his desperation was now visible to Jabber.
“So pretty.” The other murmured in amusement, scratching his nails along Zanka’s back. If the lap sitting and the coaxing hadn’t done him in, the praise at letting go certainly did. He began to leak and dribble at a rate he couldn’t quite slow, and he sat up straight, looking Jabber right in the eye.
“Please- fuck, Jabber, wait, I’m gonna pee, I’m…” He groaned, and as a tear fell from his cheek, he gave in to his own desire. The dribble became a spurt became a flow, and Zanka began to fully piss his pants, watching the wetness between them spread and stain the fabric of Jabber’s pants about as much as his own.
“That’s a good pup. Feels good?”
“Fuckk-… mhm…” Zanka whimpered, closing his eyes and squeezing out any tears that lingered. After an eternity of blissful release, he began to slow, and with a final buck of his hips, Zanka buried his face back into Jabber’s shoulder. Hiding his face didn’t change the situation, but it convinced what little was left of his rational brain that he was no longer being perceived. Jabber nibbled at his exposed ear and snickered to himself, snaking his hand down to palm a hard, wet Zanka through his pants.
“Someone was desperate. Chemistry cannot possibly be that interesting, now, can it, Z?”
“Shut.. the fuck up…” he snarled, breaths heavy and erratic between each motion of Jabber’s hand against his cock. “I’m not… letting ya forget this the next time you need to do sum’n.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way!” Jabber boomed, and with that, he grabbed ahold of Zanka once more, bringing him with him so that he could lay on his back and admire the other. Zanka sat straight upright in Jabber’s lap, avoiding eye contact for fear of Jabber mentioning the absolute mess between the two of them and their sheets.
Jabber cocked his head and raised his leg a bit so that his thigh would grind against Zanka’s crotch. This action was met with a whine, and he grinned in amusement. “Dumb mutt got his dick hard just from makin’ a pissy mess of himself.” It took minimal effort to redirect the hands that attempted to strangle him as a result of this statement. “Relaxxxx, Z. I didn’t stop ya from this release, I’m not gonna stop ya from cummin’, am I?”
Zanka keeled forward in response, rubbing his cock against Jabber’s thigh at just the right angle to make him squeal. He repeated this; small, swift motions that easily sent him barreling towards an orgasm just because of how desperately horny he was. Noticing this speediness, Jabber squeezed his hands tighter around Zanka’s waist, rocking him gently back and forth to set a significantly slower (and significantly more agonizing) pace.
“Nooo.. wanna cum..” Zanka whined, drunk with the humiliation of barely even being able to think for himself. He tried to fight back, limbs twitching with immense effort, but that marked the extent of his abilities.
“Y’will,” Jabber cooed, utterly endeared by the way Zanka’s voice cracked, “but you’re gonna do it my way or no way at all.” His voice was more serious now. His hands guided Zanka’s crotch across the span of his upper leg. Across his thigh, closer to his knee, and every so often he’d massage the tip of Zanka’s cock just to keep him close to the sweet release of orgasm. “You’re nothin’ much more than a greedy thing who only chases after what he wants, huh?”
Zanka responded by adding pressure to his thrusts, dragging the length of his cock across the fabric of Jabber’s pj pants once more. He was already getting close again, and he desperately needed this release- he didn’t know how much longer he could last with all the pressure of being manhandled and forced to make a mess of himself. “N..No. I ain’t…” He whispered, digging his nails into Jabber’s hips. “Fuck, ‘m close-“
Jabber dug the heel of his palm into Zanka’s cock and the points of his nails into his side, once more denying him any sort of satiation to his hunger.
“You’re sooooo damn easy.” He murmured, reaching up to brush Zanka’s hair off of his sweat-covered face. He brought his hand back down and finally freed Zanka’s cock from the confines of his soaked sweatpants, rubbing his thumb along the slit and smiling at the sheer amount of precum dribbling from it. “I’m not gonna make you work for it anymore. Everything you feel’s gonna be from my hand, alright?” He smiled, looking up through half-lidded eyes, and dragged his hand painstakingly slowly along Zanka’s dick and down to the base. His own cock twitched in satisfaction, but he ignored any of his personal desire and laser-focused his attention on the other’s.
Zanka, meanwhile, was completely wasted on the feeling of (almost) cumming twice. He was so fucking needy, and he thrusted into Jabber’s hand, only to whine at the almost-painful squeeze he was met with as a result. “C’mon. C’mon, please, let me cum. I’ve done so much for you-“ He sobbed, finally making direct eye contact for the first time since he’d pissed himself. His eyes glowed an ever-so-faint shade of blue, sending shivers down Jabber’s spine and encouraging him to absolutely ruin him. “Wanna cum, Jabs, please..”
“Your wish is my command, pretty thing.”
Jabber maintained the delicious eye contact between the two of them and began to stroke Zanka in all the right places. Just the way he liked it. He’d studied the boy’s whines at certain places, and lack thereof at others, long enough to know what made him tick, and now he could take complete advantage of these spots. His thumb teased at the underside of Zanka’s tip while his fingers worked along the base, and soon enough, tears were flowing freely from the boy’s eyes. His hips flailed frantically in an involuntary display of pleasure, and Jabber chuckled, picking up the pace.
“You wanna cum, Zanka? Go on. Cum for me.”
Zanka’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his vision blurred as he finally was granted the sweet release he’d been begging for. Thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock, joining the pissy mess between both of their laps in a pathetic display of everything that had left Zanka’s body in the past fifteen minutes. He rode out his high as long as he could, twitching and moaning and practically writhing every which way, until finally he collapsed forward, his face shoved into the pillow above Jabber’s shoulder.
Jabber only sighed and wrapped both his arms around Zanka’s back, tracing circles on it with his nail to help bring the poor thing back to reality. The mess between them was… certainly a large one. Not to mention how hard Jabber currently was, despite his cock being completely crushed by a certain man’s belly pressing directly on it. Still, he didn’t mind all that much. He’d gotten to witness what he considered to be one of the most memorable views he’d ever had of Zanka, and in the process taken him completely apart using every last detail he’d observed.
He deemed his experiment to be a huge success, and closed his eyes as well, fantasizing about the inevitable beating he’d receive the moment Zanka broke out of his haze.