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Soft light filled the room, making shadows flicker on the walls. Enjin rested against the pillows, legs bent, while Zanka straddled his hips. Their earlier urgency had faded, replaced by a slow, steady rhythm that felt deeply intimate.
The younger boy looked fragile in the dim light, skin damp with sweat. He leaned back, eyes closed, moving slowly and setting the pace. Enjin watched him with soft, loving eyes, feeling a strong, possessive love that filled his mind.
The blond hands traveled up from Zanka’s thighs, settling firmly on his waist to anchor him, but also to just feel him. He felt the rapid thudding of Zanka’s heart, the subtle shudders that wrecked through his slender frame, and a wave of pure tenderness crashed over him.
"You're amazing..." He murmured, his voice rough and thick with emotion. He leaned up slightly, his fingers tightening gently on Zanka’s hips. "...I love you so much, baby."
Zanka’s eyes snapped open. He froze for a single, stunned second, his entire face going up in a brilliant, fiery crimson that was visible even in the dim light. His mouth parted, the word hanging heavily between them.
Enjin blinked, his own face going a shade warmer as the realization of what he’d just blurted out hit him. "I... I mean—"
Zanka let out a choked breath, a sound that was half-gasp, half-laugh. He looked at Enjin’s bashful, earnest face, the sheer, open love in his eyes, and something inside Zanka’s chest completely dissolved. His usual composed dignity was utterly useless against that look.
"You... idiot," Zanka choked out, his voice a fractured whisper. But he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned down, burying his face in Enjin’s neck and letting out a low, shaky moan. He tightened his legs around Enjin’s waist, resuming the slow, rhythmic grind, but with a new, raw intensity. He hated the embarrassment, but god... the way Enjin had said it, like it was the most natural thing in the world...
Zanka let out a sob into Enjin’s shoulder. "Keep going," he demanded, his voice barely audible. "...Don't stop."
Enjin’s smirk was slow and devastating. He didn't say the word again, he didn't need to, but he surged up, meeting Zanka’s movements with a renewed, possessive energy, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him impossibly closer.
The air in the room seemed to thin, replaced by a heavy, honeyed warmth as Enjin pulled Zanka flush against his chest. He didn't let him hide his face for long; his large hands moved with a deliberate, aching slowness, cupping Zanka’s jaw and tilting his head back until their eyes met again.
"You like that, don't you?" Enjin whispered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent a fresh wave of shivers down Zanka's spine.
Zanka didn't answer with words, he couldn't. Instead, he let out a soft, broken whimper, his fingers curling into the muscles of Enjin’s tattoed shoulders. He looked at Enjin, his expression one of complete, beautiful vulnerability.
The man leaned in and his lips brushed the shell of Zanka's ear. "My clever, stubborn baby," he said, the pet name slipping out naturally and uncomfortably. He punctuated the word with a tiny, playful nip to Zanka's earlobe, a sharp sting that dissolved instantly into a lingering, wet heat as Enjin licked the spot he'd bitten.
Zanka's head fell back, his throat was all exposed and pulsing. He could feel Enjin's hands moving now, not with the frantic energy of before, but with a curious worshipfulness. Enjin's thumbs traced the delicate line of Zanka's collarbones, then moved down to map the arch of his ribs, his touch light as a feather but searing like a brand.
Every time their skin met, Enjin offered a small, soft kiss to his shoulder, to the center of his chest, to the corner of his trembling mouth. It was a slow-motion collapse of every defense Zanka had ever built.
"Enjin..." Zanka breathed, his voice a fractured thread. He reached out, his palms gently cradling Enjin's face, his thumbs tenderly brushing over the man's cheekbones. He looked at Enjin as if he were seeing the sun for the first time, his gaze filled with a kind and honest intimacy that went beyond the physical connection between them.
Enjin’s expression softened into something purely, undeniably adoring. He caught one of Zanka's hands and pressed a lingering kiss into the center of the palm, his eyes never leaving Zanka’s.
"II’ll always be with you," Enjin promised, his voice warm and reassuring, a promise that went far beyond the night. He leapt up, and their mouths met in a kiss that tasted of salt, sweat, and a devotion so deep it felt like drowning.
They moved together in the quiet dark, a symphony of soft sighs and the rhythmic creak of the bed, finally finding their rhythm in the space between a heartbeat and a name.
Enjin shifted, carefully easing Zanka down until he was lying flat against the mattress, but he didn't break the connection. He gently hovered over him, supporting his weight on his forearms, and together they created a cosy, private canopy that shut out the rest of the world.
He began to move again, but the pace had shifted into something agonizingly, beautifully slow. Every thrust was a deliberate, shallow curve, a velvet friction that seemed to prioritize sensation over release. Enjin gazed at Zanka with a kind and attentive gaze, his eyes following the way Zanka's eyelashes fluttered against his flushed cheekbones.
"Take it easy, baby" Enjin whispered into Zanka's ear, his words like a gentle breeze that caressed their souls.
Zanka let out a long, shuddering exhale, his fingers trailing lazily up Enjin's arms before settling in the hair at the nape of his neck. He wasn't clawing now; he was petting, his touch light and worshipful. Whenever Enjin plled back, Zanka would arch his back just a fraction, as if he was silently asking for the contact to return.
Enjin leaned down, pressing his chest against the boy's, so that they were skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart. He began to trail soft, wet kisses along Zanka's jawline, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just below the ear. He gave the tender tendon in Zanka's neck a little nibble, not enough to hurt, just enough to make Zanka's breath catch in a sharp, melodic gasp.
"Enjin... please," Zanka whispered, his voice thick and honeyed with pleasure. He didn't even know what he was asking for, more, deeper, forever, he just knew he never wanted this specific moment to end.
In response, Enjin slowed down even further, his movements becoming almost stationary, just a rhythmic, pulsing heat that made Zanka's toes curl and his head roll back into the pillow. He took hold of Zanka's hand, their fingers interlacing as if they were made for each other, and gently placed his arm next to his head.
He looked down at Zanka, at the way his mouth was parted, the way his chest was heaving, and the raw, unfiltered love in his eyes. Enjin felt a lump form in his throat. He leaned down and captured Zanka’s lips in a kiss that was slow, deep, and tasted of absolute surrender. It wasn't just a physical act anmore; it was a conversation, a promise whispered through the friction of their bodies.
They drifted together in that hazy, golden space where time didn't exist, riding the slow, gentle swells of pleasure until the world finally dissolved into a soft, glowing quiet.
The frantic energy of the night had completely evaporated, leaving behind a heavy, honeyed stillness. Enjin didn't pull away; he stayed exactly where he was, his weight supported by his elbows so he could look down at Zanka’s face. He remained buried deep inside him, the pulsing, internal heat a constant, grounding reminder of how completely they were entwined.
Zanka's eyes were half-closed, his breath hitching in small, rhythmic stutters against Enjin's collarbone. He felt stretched and full, and a dull, sweet ache radiated from his core, humming through every nerve end. His legs were gently placed over Enjin's hips, his heels nestling against the older man's back, as if he were worried that if they broke the connection, Enjin might disappear.
"Stay" Zanka whispered, his voice sounding less than his usual sharp authority.
Enjin let out a gentle, contented sigh, a mix of laughter and relaxation. He leaned down and gave the tip of Zanka's nose a lingering, salt-tinged kiss. "I'm here for you. I couldn't move if I wanted to."
He began to shift with a slow, agonising pace, not to leave, but just to feel the slide of skin against skin. It wasn't a thrust, but more like a slow, rhythmic pulse, a gentle internal brush that made Zanka's fingers curl into the mattress. Zanka let out a long, broken moan, his head rolling back into the pillow as his eyes rolled shut.
"Enjin..."
"Shh," Enjin murmured, his hand traveling up to cup Zanka’s cheek, his thumb tracing the line of his lower lip. "Just feel it"
He lowered himself further, putting his chest against Zanka's until their hearts were beating against each other in a fast, overlapping rhythm. There was hardly any friction, but the intimacy was overwhelming. Every tiny movement of Enjin's muscles was felt deep inside Zanka's body, and it felt so good that it seemed like it would never end.
Zanka reached up, his arms heavy and weak, and wrapped them around Enjin’s neck, pulling him down until there wasn't a single millimeter of air between them. He felt the scratch of Enjin’s stubble, the dampness of their shared sweat, and the solid, unwavering strength of the man holding him.
They stayed like that for a long time, connected, quiet, and completely consumed by the simple, profound weight of being one.
Zanka was pinned beneath Enjin, his body arched in a delicate, trembling bow. Enjin remained deep inside him, moving with an agonizing, glacial slowness that made every nerve ending in Zanka’s body scream.
"Enjin, stop, please" Zanka gasped, his voice breaking into a thin, melodic whimper.
It wasn't that it hurt; it was that it felt too good. His senses were frayed, blown wide open by the constant friction and the overwhelming weight of Enjin’s skin against his. Every tiny twitch of Enjin’s hips felt like a lightning strike to Zanka’s core. He felt raw, exposed, his brain unable to process the sheer volume of sensation flooding his system.
Enjin stopped immediately, his muscles locking as he braced himself on his forearms. He looked down, his heart aching at the sight of Zanka, his chest was heaving, his skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, and his eyes were glazed and wet with involuntary tears.
"Too much?" Enjin whispered, his voice thick with concern.
Zanka couldn't even nod. He just let out a shaky breath, his fingers twitching where they were tangled in the sheets. "Everything... it’s too loud."
He didn't pull away, because that would have been too sudden, and it would have been too much for a system that was already on the edge. Instead, he softened completely. He lowered his chest until he was almost touching Zanka's, sharing his weight to make him feel safe and supported.
Slowly, the frantic hitch in Zanka’s breathing began to level out. He focused on the low, thumping rhythm of Enjin’s heart against his own ribs. The world, which had been spinning out of control in a blur of white-hot sensation, began to settle back into its grooves.
"Better?" Enjin asked after a long silence, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles on the back of Zanka’s hand.
Zanka let out a long, shuddering sigh, his body finally melting into the mattress. He opened his eyes, looking up at Enjin with a dazed, grateful tenderness. "Yeah. Better. Just... don't move yet."
Enjin smiled, a small, private thing, and nuzzled into the crook of Zanka’s neck. "I’m not going anywhere. We’ve got all the time in the world."
The room was silent, save for the gentle, steady rhythm of their breaths and the reassuring creak of the bed frame. Enjin was in the perfect position, his hands holding Zanka's hips tightly and lovingly. He wasn't rushing; instead, he was moving into Zanka with a slow, deliberate hammering motion , each thrust deep, steady, and calculated to find the exact spot that made Zanka's entire world tilt.
When he hit it, Zanka’s head snapped back into the pillow, a broken, melodic gasp escaping his throat. His eyes closed, his fingers digging into the mattress as a fresh wave of heat flooded his system.
"There it is," Enjin voiced, his tone a low, languid rasp that vibrated against Zanka’s skin. He didn't pull back, instead lingering at the deepest point of the strike, savoring the way Zanka’s muscles clamped down around him in a desperate welcome. "Look at you, baby. You’re taking all of it so well."
Zanka let out a fractured moan, his breath coming in short, needy stutters. "Enjin... please..."
"Please what?" Enjin murmured, leaning down until his lips were grazing Zanka’s flushed ear. He pulled back just enough to drive home again, slow and relentless, hitting that same sensitive mark with punishing precision. "You want me to keep going? You like the way I’m stretching you out?"
Zanka didn't know what to say. He was a bundle of nerves and his senses were overloaded. His body moved involuntarily as he felt Enjin's weight moving heavily and slowly across his body. He felt completely taken over, as if his identity had been swallowed up by a feeling of surrender.
"You're so tight, ZanZan," Enjin whispered, his gaze dark and heavy with adoration as he watched the way Zanka’s chest heaved. "Like you were made just to hold me like this. My good, beautiful boy..."
He punctuated the praise with another slow, heavy drive, his thumb tracing a soothing circle on Zanka’s hip even as he pushed him further into the mattress. Zanka let out a long, shuddering sob of pure pleasure, his legs trembling where they were hooked over Enjin’s shoulders. He was entirely open, entirely his, and Enjin made sure he felt every second of it.
Enjin leaned down, his chest crushing softly against Zanka’s heaving ribs, and captured his mouth in a kiss that tasted of absolute feeling. It was a slow, tongue-tangled exchange that mirrored the steady, relentless pulse of his hips.
"Enjin..." Zanka whimpered into the kiss, his voice a fractured, airy thread. He pulled back just an inch, his eyes glazed and unfocused. "I love you... god, Enjin, I love you."
Enjin’s heart gave a fierce, painful thud against his ribs. He surged forward again, a long, heavy slide that hit that perfect, sensitive mark deep inside, and he swallowed Zanka’s caught breath with another deep kiss. "I know, baby," Enjin rasped against his lips, his voice rough and passionate"I love you too."
The combination of the relaxed, stretching pressure and the honest sound of Enjin's voice was the last straw. Zanka's body was showing signs of strain, his internal muscles clenching in a desperate, rhythmic way around Enjin's length. Zanka made a low, rough noise in his throat, but it was lost in the kiss as he started to climax.
He came in waves, his body arching off the mattress in a slow-motion quiver. Between each deep, bruising kiss, Zanka managed to sob out those three words again and again, his voice hitching with every involuntary pulse of pleasure. Enjin didn't stop; he kept up that steady, hammering pace, grounding Zanka through the storm of overstimulation, his own eyes fluttering shut as he felt Zanka’s climax ripple through both of them.
"That's it," Enjin whispered, his lips grazing Zanka’s flushed cheek as he felt the younger man finally go limp beneath him. "Just let go."
Zanka’s voice was barely a breath, a faint rasp that only Enjin could hear in the absolute silence of the room. As Enjin’s body shuddered with the final, heavy pulses of his release, Zanka’s fingers tightened in the blonde hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.
"Yeah..." Zanka whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt the intense, internal heat of Enjin finally letting go. "Give it all to me... Daddy."
The word hit Enjin like a physical shock. Coming from the usually stiff, formal Zanka, the nickname carried a weight that made Enjin’s blood roar in his ears one last time.
Enjin let out a quiet groan, his forehead resting heavily against Zanka's shoulder. The nickname made him feel even more aroused, and he pressed his body even deeper into the mattress, pinning Zanka beneath his weight as if he never wanted to move again.
"Careful, ZanZan," Enjin managed to choke out, his breath hot and frantic against Zanka’s skin. "You say that again and I’m not sure I’ll let you sleep for the rest of the night."
Zanka didn't pull away. Instead, he let out a soft, sleepy hum of satisfaction, his legs still locked firmly around Enjin’s waist, keeping him exactly where he wanted him. He was exhausted, his body feeling like liquid gold, but hearing Enjin’s reaction to that one little word made a small, triumphant smile tug at the corners of his mouth. He liked the power it gave him, even in his spent state.
"Shut up and stay put" Zanka murmured, his voice softening back into a tender, post-coital haze as he felt Enjin’s heart hammering against him.
The older man didn't argue. He shifted just enough to tuck his face into the crook of Zanka’s neck, his heart slowly finding a calmer rhythm as the adrenaline faded into a deep, soul-settling peace.
The room was silent. The only sounds were the distant hum of the ventilation and the steady, synchronised rhythm of their breathing. Enjin was still draped over Zanka, his head resting on Zanka's chest, listening to the frantic drumming of the younger man's heart finally begin to slow down.
Zanka ran a lazy, trembling hand through Enjin’s messy blonde hair, his fingers occasionally catching on a tangle. He felt incredibly soft, his usual sharp defenses completely melted away by the heat of the last hour.
"You're heavy," Zanka murmured, though he made no move to push Enjin off. In fact, he pulled him a little closer.
Enjin let out a low, vibrating chuckle against Zanka’s skin. He shifted just enough to prop his chin on Zanka’s sternum, looking up at him with eyes that were dark, hooded, and uncharacteristically sentimental. He reached up, tracing the line of Zanka’s jaw with a calloused thumb, his expression softening into something purely, dangerously romantic.
"I was just thinking," Enjin started, his voice a gravelly, intimate rasp. "About how lucky I am. Having the smartest, most stubborn boy in the base right here in my bed... especially when he decides to be as vocal as you were tonight."
Zanka flushed, the pink tint returning to his cheeks even in the dim light. "Don't start, Enjin. I was... caught up in the moment."
Enjin’s grin widened, a playful, wicked glint returning to his gaze. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Zanka’s ear as he dropped his voice to a dangerous whisper.
"I'm serious, ZanZan. That last thing you called me? Hearing you say 'Daddy' in that broken little voice..." Enjin paused, letting out a long, shaky breath as he pressed his hips firmly back into Zanka’s. "Careful. You keep looking at me like that, and saying that word, and I’m liable to get hard all over again. And I don't think your legs could handle a second round."
Zanka let out a strangled, embarrassed noise, half-shove and half-caress, as he buried his face in the pillow to hide his massive grin. "You are absolutely impossible. Go to sleep, Enjin."
"Make me," Enjin teased, but he finally collapsed back down, wrapping his arms securely around Zanka’s waist and pulling him into the crook of his side.