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Its brutal out, the kind of suck-oven heat that steals your breath the moment you step outside. Enjin hates it.
He can push through the heat, usually, but there's something about it combined with the little shadow trailing him around that pushes him right to the edge of his patience. The kid has been talking almost nonstop for thirty minutes. It's barely ten in the morning.
Enjin generally respects Corvus's decisions; he's a good guy, a good boss, easy to work for. This one, though, Enjin might have to have a talk with him about.
The overview had been something about fostering goodwill between the Cleaners and the Hell Guard, a few days of hosting them to exchange information and better coordinate any missions that would require both of their forces in the future. Enjin had been fine with it. Not thrilled, but there were worse things than spending time around those stuffy fucks for a couple days.
Then he had been put on babysitting duty.
For some reason, the two elder Nijiku siblings had decided that it would be a good idea to bring along their ten-year-old brother. The kid had been polite and serious the first time Enjin met him, a little copy of his older brother and sister, down to the "I'm better than you" scowl. Enjin didn't know how the fuck a kid that barely reached his chest could look down his nose at someone.
Instead of doing anything significant, Corvus had put him in charge of keeping the little brat entertained. It hadn't seemed like it would be that bad, the kid would probly just sit around reading or something, but as soon as he and Enjin were alone, it was like a switch flipped.
The kid sighs, looking deeply relieved. Weird— shouldn't a ten-year-old be nervous to be around a strange adult?
"My name's Zanka! What's your name? I like your tattoos," the kid said in a rush.
Ah, there was the behavior he expected.
"Enjin," he replied grudgingly, watching Zanka poke around the common room. "Thanks."
That had been forty-five minutes ago, and Zanka hadn't stopped talking since. Enjin has no fucking clue where Zanka's siblings are, beyond the fact that they're with Corvus, so he can't just drop him off and make a run for it. This is not how he wanted to spend his day off.
"Can we go outside?" Zanka asks, running over to Enjin from where he'd been peering out of the window. "It's sodifferent here, it doesn't look anythin' like my district."
Enjin resists the urge to roll his eyes. "It's too hot out, kid, you'll pass out. 'S not like where you're from, you're not used to it."
Zanka pouts, crossing his arms and stomping his little foot. Enjin has to fake a cough to cover his laugh. The kid might be annoying, but he was undeniably cute.
"That's not fair! I don't get to go with my sister, I don't get to go outside, I just have to sit around like a baby and yer boring!" Zanka finishes his little tantrum with a huff, turning around so his back is to Enjin.
Enjin sighs, rubs his hands over his face and stares up at the ceiling for a minute like it'll give him the solution to this problem.
"You know what, fine. C'mon, let's go," Enjin relents, heading for the side exit to the training yard. He doesnt turn around to check if the kid is following, he can hear Zanka scampering after him, trying to keep up with Enjin's long-legged stride.
Enjin figures the inital gust of searing heat when he opens the door will be enough to show the kid that he definitely doesn't wanna explore outside, but when he looks down, Zanka just ducks under his arm and starts walking like he has any idea where he's headed. Enjin groans, following the little boy out into the dust.
It takes roughly fifteen minutes for Zanka to give up. He whines about the lack of interesting things to look at the fact that there's nothing to do, whines about the heat, whines that Enjin is mean and awful and Zanka hates him, and then sniffles and asks Enjin if they can go back inside. Enjin feels very mature for not saying 'I told you so'.
He feels less mature when he sees how flushed the kid is, and that he's stopped sweating, little face dry when Enjin presses the back of his hand to Zanka's forehead and his cheek.
"Fuck! Okay, look at me kid," Enjin crouches down to be at eye level with him. He snaps his fingers when Zanka doesn't immediately listen, swearing low and vicious under his breath.
"That's a bad word," Zanka says after a minute, scrunching his little face up and finally focusing on Enjin.
"I'm gonna say a lot more of them in a minute if you don't listen to me, kid." Enjin says, raking a hand through his hair. "I'm gonna pick you up and carry you back inside, okay? You're too hot, you're gonna get sick if you stay out any longer."
Zanka shakes his head, even as he sways in place.
"Motherfuck— okay, you know what, fuck this." Enjin wraps an arm around Zanka's middle and throws him over his shoulder.
Zanka lets out an indignant little Hey! as Enjin settles him, squirming in his grip. "Shut up, and be still," Enjin snaps, readjusting Zanka's slight weight. "I'm not gettin' in trouble for letting you pass out from heatstroke. We're going inside and you're gonna cool off."
Zanka continues to fuss and squirm, letting out a few choice bad words of his own.
"That is enough!" Enjin snaps, laying a sharp smack on Zanka's little bottom.
Zanka quiets down immediately, going limp and letting out a pitiful little sniffle. Enjin doesn't feel bad, thinks the kid could stand to have a good spanking, actually, and the slap he gave Zanka was more sound than anything. The kid would be fine, and he'd rather have him sulky and sore-assed than unconscious in the medical wing.
Enjin sets a brisk pace back inside, dumping Zanka in his room and telling him to stay put, and heading for the mess hall. He sweet talks two popsicles out of a less than pleased Semiu's stash, promising he'll get her back when this bullshit babysitting job is over, and heads back to his room at a clip.
"Okay, kiddo, I got you something to help you cool down," Enjin says as he opens his door, "so just eat this and drink some water and—" Enjin nearly chokes on the popsicle in his own mouth when he shuts the door behind him and turns to see Zanka sprawled out on his bed, naked except for the thin linen shirt that was the innermost layer of his outfit.
The kid is lying on his belly, splayed out like a starfish, and Enjin has a perfect, unimpeded view of the puffy little pussy nestled between his thighs.
Zanka lifts his head, blinking up at Enjin blearily. "'S hot," he whines, flopping back down to the bed.
"Where are your clothes?" Enjin chokes out, voice strained.
Zanka lifts his arm, little hand pointing at Enjin's desk chair where his clothes are folded in a neat stack.
"Listen, kid, you gotta get dressed, okay?" Enjin says, turning his back to Zanka. "I'll stay turned around, just put your clothes back on, please." Enjin is trying so, so hard to think about anything but the adorable little slit between the kid's legs, all soft and flushed pink.
"Nooooooo," Zanka whines from the bed. "Too hot, don't wanna."
"Didn't your parents tell you not to be naked around strangers?" Enjin asks desperately.
"Don't care, too hot," Zanka pouts, and Enjin hears him shifting on the bed behind him. "Can I have my popsicle now?"
Enjin feels like the worst kind of pervert as he tries to get his dick to stay soft, thinking of every boring, mundane thing he can instead of this little boy's body.
He turns back around, giving Zanka a strained smile and handing the kid his popsicle. Zanka grabs it happily, humming in pleasure as he licks it. Enjin should not be staring quite so hard at at his little pink tongue as it laps over the popsicle, slowly staining red, or the way Zanka's shirt barely covers the tops of his thighs.
Enjin is snapped out of his daze by his own popsicle starting to melt, dripping onto his fingers. He huffs, looking over at the pile of Zanka's clothes on the only other available place to sit in the room. He feels way too fucking flustered from this kid doing nothing but sitting and eating a popsicle and recovering from near-heatstroke.
Zanka hops up, scrunching his face for a moment in thought, sucking at the end of his treat. "Come sit," he says imperiously, pointing to the bed.
Enjin figures the boy is going to settle on the floor or move his clothes and take the chair, and he doesn't have the energy for another argument with this little tyrant. He sits.
Zanka watches him settle, Enjin's back to the wall, legs crossed at the ankle, and clambers up onto his lap, back to Enjin's chest, plush little bottom on Enjin's thigh.
Enjin is going to die.
Zanka settles in with a pleased sounding hum, wiggling until he's comfortable. Enjin resolves to just wait it out, think of something else, start fucking meditating maybe. He's pretty successful for a while, and then he's finished with his popsicle and Zanka is done with his own, and Enjin feels a something damp on his thigh.
When he looks down, Zanka's face is still very red, like he hasn't managed to cool down at all. He leans back heavily against Enjin's chest, eyes half-lidded like he's sleepy. His little thighs are twitching slightly, flexing and relaxing every so often. Enjin feels the vague dampness turn to a distinct sensation of liquid soaking through the fabric of his pants. Enjin's cock twitches, and he's so far beyond fucked at this point he might as well just go with it.
"You feelin' okay, kid?" Enjin asks, brushing some of Zanka's hair back from his forehead.
Zanka nods, shifting a little, his hands curled into fists. "'M fine," he says softly. The boy can't seem to stop fidgeting, every movement increasing the area of the damp patch on Enjin's thigh.
"You sure?" Enjin asks softly, risks placing a hand on Zanka's hip to hold him still. "I can move if you're not comfortable, doesn't seem like you can sit still."
Zanka makes a quiet noise, shaking his head no again. "Don't wanna move," he says, sounding a little out of breath. "Jus'— feel funny."
Enjin bites his lip nearly bloody to keep his hand from clamping down on the kid's little birdwing hip. "Still too hot?" he asks. His voice is pretty steady for how hard his dick is right now. "Funny how?"
Zanka moves again, presses down a little more deliberately against Enjin's thigh. "My— my tummy," he says, shivering, "an' down there."
"Down where?" Enjin asks, like he can't feel Zanka's precious little cunt soaking his thigh.
"Down there," Zanka says again, huffing.
Enjin doesn't mind the bratty attitude as much right now.
"Can you show me, Zanka?" he asks, giving the kid's hip what he hopes is a reassuring squeeze. "I need to make sure you're not still sick, okay?"
Zanka looks up at him, blinking his big blue eyes, his lips stained cherry red from his popsicle, slick from his spit. Enjin's mouth waters for his pussy just looking at them. He nods, slow like he's moving underwater, like he can't get his body to move quite how he wants it to.
"Good boy, lemme take a look, 'kay?" Enjin moves Zanka, his little body so light, so his legs are spread wide, rosy knees on the outside of Enjin's thighs. He gets Zanka to lean back against his chest, let Enjin get a better angle.
Enjin pulls up Zanka's shirt, holding it bunched over his little tummy, and gets a good look at what's got Zanka so squirmy. Enjin's stomach bottoms out again, because if he’s learned one thing it’s that there’s always a little lower you can sink.
Zanka's little pussy is pink and glistening in the buttery afternoon light streaming in through Enjin's window. The kid's still too young for it to be anything but bare, and it's baby soft and slick under the pads of Enjin's too-big fingers when he reaches down to pet over it, just barely grazing the drippy slit.
It makes Zanka twitch like he's been shocked, back bowing and his hips snapping down to try and get more contact. The boy lets out a quiet whimper when he doesn't get it, Enjin keeping his fingers on the plush give of the kid's inner thigh instead.
"You're all wet," Enjin says, rubbing soft circles over Zanka's colt thighs, "maybe I need to help you fix it."
Zanka nods, fast and frantic, little hips rolling to try and ease the ache. "Please, don' know what's wrong, hurts."
"Shhh, it's okay," he says, voice low and soothing as he squeezes Zanka's thigh, "I'm gonna make it feel all better, kiddo, dont worry."
Enjin's mouth tastes like copper and salt. He steadies Zanka's hip with his left hand, drags his right up nice and slow over the creamy pale skin there just to watch the goosebumps bloom under his fingertips. Zanka starts wiggling again when he stops right at the crease of his thigh, so close to where he wants to be touched.
"You ever felt like this before, sweetheart? Your little slit get all drippy and sensitive?" Enjin asks, spreading his fingers and massaging the flushed, puffy outer lips of his pussy, nearly moaning out loud at how tiny it looks under his hand.
"Uh huh," the kid sniffles, his hands flexing on the fabric of his shirt, keeping it bunched up so Enjin can see. "S-sometimes, 's been happenin' a bunch."
Enjin hums, cupping the entirety of the kid's little cunt with just his fingers. "What do you do when it happens, baby? Must be so hard, being all wet and not havin' anyone to help you."
Zanka nods, letting out a pitiful little mewl as he rolls his hips, humping at Enjin's hand like a puppy. "Jus' put my pillow under me," he pants, shivering, "an rub on it 'till I feel better."
"You want me to rub it for you, kiddo?" Enjin asks against the crown of Zanka's head, breathing in the sunshine and clean sweat smell of him.
"Please," Zanka whines, shuddering, "feels weird."
"I'm gonna make it feel better, don't worry. You're gonna feel so good, pinky promise."
Enjin splays one hand wide over Zanka's tummy, where he's still soft around the middle with baby fat, to hold him still, and starts to rub gentle circles over his tiny babydoll clit. He's so fucking soft under Enjin's fingers that it nearly makes him sick.
Zanka lets out a breathless little oh! as Enjin keeps rubbing, still trying to fuck his hips down against Enjin's hand. Enjin thinks that he's in real danger of coming in his pants like a goddamn teenager, the feeling of the kid's plush little pussy on his fingers too fucking much.
"That's it, baby boy, so good, doing so good for me," Enjin murmurs, giving up on holding Zanka steady and just letting him move, the way he's so fucking eager to hump Enjin's hand making him lightheaded. "Just like that, so fuckin' cute, keep going, gonna make this little pussy feel so good."
Zanka mewls, letting out artless little puppy huffs as he grinds, face flushed cherry red and mouth wide open, drool shining wet on his lower lip. He's squirming so fucking much, plush little bottom dragging over the hard line of Enjin's cock.
Zanka's close, Enjin can feel his tummy tensing under his hand, but the kid keeps fucking squirming and he's so wet that the grind of his fingers is nearly frictionless. Zanka tenses his thighs, bucking his little hips hard and letting out a high, thin whine, and the tip of Enjin's middle finger slips down and sinks inside the dreamheat tightness of his tiny cunt to the second knuckle.
Zanka shudders all over, drooling down his chin, and Enjin swears low and vicious as the little boy comes, walls of his cunt fluttering weakly around Enjin's finger, hips still working, fucking himself through it.
"Fuck, that's it, good boy, take what you need," Enjin pants. His voice is rough, ragged-edged from the strain of keeping still while the grade school daydream in his lap shivers through his very first big-boy orgasm.
"Feels good," Zanka slurs, still rocking his hips, fucking himself on just half of Enjin's finger. "Feels good inside."
Enjin moans, low and tortured, fucking his finger a little deeper, eyes rolling back when Zanka just whimpers and bears down harder, trying to get more of Enjin inside himself.
Enjin wouldn't call himself a good person. He's done some bad shit, and doesn't regret most of it. He figures in the grand scheme of things, getting this little boy worked open wide enough to fit his cock isn't the worst thing he can do. Besides, the kid is gagging for it all on his own.
Enjin slides his finger out, gritting his teeth as Zanka makes the most spoiled little-boy noise and humps against empty air.
"Noooo," Zanka whines, "wan' more, want you to do it more."
Enjin sucks his fingers clean, his dick leaking in his pants at the taste of this kid. "Shhhh, gonna take care of you, baby boy, don't worry. I'm gonna give you what you need."
Enjin scoops the kid up, laying him down on his back. "Okay, baby, gonna let me make you feel good?" he asks, thumbing open the little line of buttons down the center of Zanka's shirt. His tiny nipples are the palest shade of petal pink, and Enjin needs them in his mouth so fucking bad.
Zanka nods, shy now that he's fully naked under Enjin's looming body. "Are you gonna touch me inside more?" He wiggles, sneaks a hand down to rub at his little clit.
Enjin would pay through the fucking nose just to watch this kid play with himself, little fingers rubbing clumsily up and down his slit. It's the kind of shit he only ever jerks off to on his worst nights, thoughts of pretty little things whining and shivering and too new to know quite how to make themselves come yet, tiny holes getting stretched on grown-up fingers and tongues until they're slick and gaping.
"Yeah, sweetheart, I'm gonna touch you inside." Enjin pets over his little bird boned chest, rubs over a nipple with his thumb until it's peaked. "Do you wanna learn to take it like a big boy?"
Zanka frowns, adorably confused. "I am a big boy, I'm ten!"
It’s too soft to be bratty and the blush on his face does unspeakable things to Enjin's insides. "Then let me give you a big boy kiss," he rasps, and leans in to lick the taste of cherry popsicle from Zanka's mouth.
The kid sucks a breath in, a little hiss that snakes down around Enjin's leg and sinks its fangs into everything he hates about himself. Enjin uses that little open-mouthed gasp to slide his tongue inside.
It's too fucking much, the feeling of Zanka under him, the way he's whining into Enjin's mouth, licking clumsy at Enjin's tongue, trying to follow-the-leader his way to kissing like a big kid. Enjin runs his tongue over Zanka's tiny one, licks at the roof of his mouth, over his teeth, and moans when he wonders how many are still milkteeth.
When he pulls back to start licking over the thin skin of Zanka's throat, the boy is flushed pink all over, all the way down to his tits. Enjin strips his shirt off, needing to feel him everywhere; skin to skin is s'posed to be good for babies.
Zanka brings one little babydoll hand up to pet over his shoulder, tracing the swirling lines of his tattoos. The boy's pupils are blown wide, the deep drowning blue of his irises swallowed up by black. Enjin shivers under the barely-there press of those fairy fingertips on his skin, suck kissing his way down to Zanka's peaches and cream nipples, licking one with the flat of his tongue before he pulls it into his mouth.
Zanka makes a new noise at that, a whorish little moan that has Enjin's dick leaking. "You like that, baby? Feel good when I suck on your little tits?" Enjin pants into his skin, moving to flick the tip of his tongue over the other.
"Nn—" Zanka starts, but his eyes roll back before he gets anywhere. Enjin relents—wants to hear the kid say it.
"Yeah," zanka sighs, thighs splayed wide. "Makes my tummy feel weird, but 's good, you can do it more."
"Good fuckin' boy," Enjin growls as he starts working Zanka's pretty baby nipples over with his teeth and tongue.
Zanka pants under the attention, whining like he's being hurt, like he's being ruined. Enjin gets both hands on his hips, lets out a gut-punched groan when his thumbs overlap in the middle. He needs to get inside, needs to feel the clutch of Zanka's little babycunt around him maybe more than he's needed anything.
Enjin kisses down the kid's chest, over his soft, pale tummy, licks and nibbles his way to the crease of his thigh. The kid gasps, little hands tangling in the sweaty mess of Enjin's hair as he sucks a bruise on the tender skin of Zanka's inner thigh. Enjin lets him, the weak tugs on his hair only making him burn hotter. He runs his thumbs up and down Zanka's tiny outer lips, massaging his little cunt and savoring the way it trembles because of it, gets wetter every fucking second.
He's so obscenely soft, nothing but slick pink skin under Enjin's fingers, just a puffy little slit and the barest glimpse of a teeny clit peeking out. When he sees the deep, flushed pink that comes into view when Enjin spreads his pussy, pushes the kid's lips back to look at the warm little hole pulsing for attention, he can’t help but growl soft and low in his chest. He leans in, dragging his tongue wet and messy from the kid's little wink of an an asshole to the tiny pearl of his clit, seals his mouth over the ripe little peach of Zanka's pussy and sucks.
Zanka goes boneless under him, limp as a ragdoll, sucking in quick, gasping breaths. The only tension in him is the frantic flex and release of his hands in Enjin's hair, like he can't decide if he's trying to push the man away or pull him in harder.
Zanka falls apart so quickly that Enjin is stunned, thighs snapping shut over Enjin's ears, body curling up as he shakes and shakes. Enjin gets his tongue indide, gives the kid something to clench down on. He leaks honey around the length of it, flooding Enjin's mouth with baby sweetness as he fucks his tongue inside, licking into his candy center.
Zanka goes limp, hiccuping and gasping and keeping his thighs spread like a good little boy as Enjin tongue fucks his pretty baby cunt, licking in deep because he's fucking obsessed, because he's starving for more. He eventually pulls back, hissing at the sight of Zanka's pussy, running his fingertip over the rim of his cunt where he's flushed a deep blood-pink, slick and burning hot.
"Still so fuckin' tight," he sighs, feeding his long middle finger up inside, watching the bands of his tattoos and the wider bumps of his knuckles disappear inside. He curls it, massages at the spongy front wall of the kid's cunt, rubbing at his insides.
"What're you—" Zanka starts, voice fizzling out into a moan when Enjin withdraws just to slide back in with two.
"We've gotta get your little pussy open, kiddo," he says, fucking Zanka nice and deep. "This is how big kids play with each other."
Zanka mewls, shuddering and spreading his thighs wide rocking his little hips when Enjin rubs over his g-spot just right.
Some boys are just born to take a dick; they're Enjin's favorites.
Enjin has to fight the urge to sink his teeth into the plush of Zanka's thigh when the kid starts rolling his hips in earnest, fucking himself shamelessly on Enjin's fingers. The sound of it is nasty good, wet and sucking and sloppy as Zanka just keeps leaking slick like a fucking faucet.
"So fucking pretty," Enjin sighs like he's in love. "Keep fucking yourself on my fingers, baby boy. Feels good getting your little cunt stretched open, yeah?"
Zanka nods, eyes glazed, mouth leaking drool.
"Tell me, baby, c'mon. Say it, tell me you like it."
"Feels, ah ah ah, f-feels good, like it so much."
Enjin slicks his ring finger in the mess dripping from Zanka's cunt and works it inside with the first two, biting his lip bloody at the hurt-puppy sound Zanka makes when he sinks all the way inside. "What feels good, baby? Gotta use your words, you're a big boy, right?"
"Yer, oh, yer fingers," he pants, tummy tense with the approach of his third orgasm. "Feels— mmngh — feels good gettin' my pussy stretched."
Baby voices shouldn't say shit like this, and Enjin definitely shouldn't almost blow his load from hearing it.
Enjin starts rubbing Zanka's stiff, swollen little clit with his thumb while his fingers bully the walls of kid's cunt open, and that's all it takes for Zanka to come again. It's a good one, only the whites of Zanka's eyes showing as they roll back, his thighs shaking hard, tremors wracking his little body. He gushes around Enjin's fingers, and it's all he can do to lean in and lick up as much of it as he can.
When Zanka finally stops shaking, when his cunt stops spasming like it's trying to milk Enjin's fingers, he eases out. The kid's cunt is a mess, dripping with Enjin's spit and his own slick, a tiny bit gaped along the bottom. Good enough, Enjin thinks as he shucks off his pants and underwear in one go, giving himself a few quick, rough strokes just to take the edge off, a little alarmed at the amount of precum he's leaking.
When he kneels between Zanka's spread thighs again, the kids eyes are wide as saucers, locked between Enjin's legs.
"What…" he asks softly, sitting up shakily and reaching a hand out like he wants to touch. "'S different than mine." His brows pinch into a confused frown as his gaze shifts between his own messy little pussy and Enjin's cock.
Enjin has to give the base of his cock a hard squeeze, so tight it's a little painful, just to keep from coming right then and there.
"Yeah babydoll, some boys have different parts from yours," he rasps. "You can touch, it's okay."
Zanka chews on his lower lip, stroking tentatively along the length Enjin's cock, his delicate fingers so, so little it makes Enjin dizzy. He lets Zanka explore, petting over the bands tattooed near his base with a soft wow that makes him twitch, makes him leak, and Zanka puts his little fingertip right against Enjin's slit to feel the wet of it. He inspects the clear fluid dripping down his finger for a moment, and pops it in his mouth, humming at the taste.
Enjin groans, reaching out to pet over the kid's silky hair because he's fucking perfect.
"Why don't you give it a kiss, baby," Enjin says, voice shaky. "Kiss it like I kissed your pussy."
Zanka nods, lowering his pretty eyelashes as he leans in and gives the tip of Enjin's dick a wet, childish pop-kiss before he starts licking at it with his little pink tongue.
Enjin keeps his hand on the kid's head, petting through his soft hair over and over. "Good, so good, baby, just like that. Put it in your mouth sweetheart, suck on it like you did with your popsicle."
Zanka does. He opens wide, trying to fit the fat head of it in his grade-school mouth. Enjin hisses a little at the blunt pressure of his baby teeth, but he doesn't fucking care as long as this perfect boy keeps trying to sink down on his cock like a paid whore. Enjin wonders if he can get his dick in far enough that Zanka's lips reach the first tattoed band.
The kid sinks down a little too far, the head of his cock squeezed briefly by the too-tight clutch of his throat before he pulls off, coughing, spit running down his chin, shiny on his neck. He's determined, though, hands coming up to squeeze at what he can't fit in his mouth without Enjin asking, fingers of one little hand not even close to touching around the girth of it.
Enjin lets him suck, lets him pull off and lick and kiss at his cock, at this tattoos, sink a little lower to gently play with his balls because he's fucking perfect.
He nuzzles his little face against the base of Enjin's dick, into the coarse blond hair there. "'S fuzzy," he mumbles, blinking big blue eyes up at Enjin like a picture book centerfold.
"Gonna put it inside you next," he murmurs as Zanka nurses at the head of his cock.
Zanka pulls off with a pop at that, panting a little. "Inside?" he asks, voice a little rough around the edges, throat-fucked.
Enjin grins, leaning down to lick the taste of himself from his little dream boy's mouth. "Yeah, baby, gonna get my cock nice and deep in your little pussy." He presses Zanka back until he's lying down again, laying the heft of his dick on the boy's belly. It reaches all the way to the dip of the kid's navel. "Gonna get this deep," he murmurs, placing Zanka's hand over the head of his dripping cock, making him feel exactly how far inside Enjin is going to fuck him.
He's got enough presence of mind left to reach into his bedside table, fumbling for the bottle of lube tucked inside. He slicks himself up, presses the cap to the gaped out little space of Zanka's cunt to squirt more directly inside.
"Cold," Zanka whines, trying to close his knees and huffing when Enjin holds them wide.
"It'll warm up," Enjin pants, pressing a kiss to the delicate bones of Zanka's ankle. He lines himself up, hissing at the feel of Zanka's slick little pussy kissing at his cockhead.
He pushes forward, pulse pounding loud in his ears, panting as Zanka's cunt gives in, the head of his cock slipping inside. As tight as Zanka is, he gives it up easy after a few force-fucked seconds, moaning loud enough that Enjin has to slap a warning hand over his mouth.
Enjin grits his teeth so hard he thinks they might crack. He lets himself push in, just a little more, small rolls of his hips to work the kid's slick little babycunt open, Zanka making playground sounds with each thrust. Even the best porn doesn’t have sounds like that, soft, hurt noises that wrap their fingers around Enjin's memories and tug at old, thorny aches inside him. It’s always how he comes hardest.
He moans, low and a little pained as he watches the first tattoed band around his cock disappear inside Zanka, and then the second, pressing in and in and in until he's all the way inside, dick pressed snug against the firmer barrier of Zanka's cervix. He's going to scream, he's going to pass out, he's going to lose his fucking mind because he can see the shape of himself so clearly from the outside. Zanka's little tummy is heaving with how hard the kid is breathing, gasping over and over, wet like he's gonna cry.
"Look, sweetheart, doing so fucking well for me," Enjin grits out, stroking his cock through Zanka's belly. "Took me all the way inside, little cunt feels so fucking good."
Zanka props himself up on shaky elbows, looks at his tummy and moans as he watches it bulge every time Enjin fucks inside. He reaches down and pets over it, eyes rolling back as Enjin snaps his hips in hard and mean. Enjin growls low at the wet slick sound of it, at the way the rim of Zanka's stretched-thin cunt clings when he pulls back, the absolutely goddamn obscene way his little-boy pussy is spread around Enjin's grown-up cock.
He's not gonna last, not with how crushingly tight Zanka's underripe cunt is clutching at him. It doesn't matter. He'll have him again later, when he's all soft and sloppy with Enjin's cum. Maybe he'll work the kid's little ass open next, fuck him till he's gaping.
It's the thought of that, of Zanka on his knees holding himself open, showing Enjin both of his gaped baby holes and begging to be fucked full again, that breaks him. He fucks the kid hard, definitely too hard, clamps a hand over Zanka's mouth to muffle his squeals, uses the other to rub hard and mean over his tiny clit, rough circles until the boy is coming again. It's too much for him— he's sobbing, his cunt seizing around Enjin's cock and his little bladder letting go, soaking his own thighs and Enjin's, his piss mixing with the mess of lube and slick and precum, making the slap of Enjin's balls against his little bottom louder, wetter, the filthy sound of it and the back-suck of Enjin's cock filling the room.
Zanka sobs through his fourth big-boy orgasm, and Enjin slams in hard and stays there, hips grinding against the plush of Zanka's pussy, unloading babymaker deep in his sucking, clenching, too-tight little boy cunt.
He pants, heaving for breath, sweat rolling down his spine, rolling his hips just to feel the way it makes Zanka convulse and clamp down around him again, milking his cock for all he's worth.
He pulls his hand off the kid's mouth when his sobbing quiets down, stroking his sweaty hair back from his forehead.
Zanka blinks up at him with stars in his eyes, mouth open and bitten-red, tears still streaming down his temples.
"You okay, baby boy?" Enjin asks, thumb stroking over Zanka's little cherub cheek.
Zanka nods, turns his face to kiss the center of Enjin's palm. "Can we do it again?" he mumbles, voice nearly gone from how he was moaning.
Enjin is stunned into silence for a moment, his dick giving a valiant twitch where it's still sheathed in Zanka's cunt.
"Yeah, kiddo," he finally says, pressing his thumb into Zanka's mouth. The kid sucks on it, makes a happy little noise when Enjin says yes. "We can do it again."
He's going to have to find more excuses to work with the Hell Guard.