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“What did you want to show me, pretty boy~?” Jabber leans against the wall by their usual meeting spot in the alley, a lazy grin tugging on his lips as Zanka approaches him.
They have been meeting for a while now, mostly they spar, but the note that was left on top of Jabber's pillow felt more violent than just their normal letters. It made Jabber very excited.
He had so much pressure building inside him that the second Zanka got closer, his hand landing on the wall right by his neck, Jabber's pants seemed much tighter than before.
His mouth salvaged as he moved his hands to Zanka's hips, his grip dangerously tight as his magenta eyes started to glow faintly.
“You put yourself in a bad position babe, Mankira comes out and it’s over-“
Zanka's face twists with annoyance, a snarl tugging at his lips. His other hand moves quickly to grip rough on the back of Jabber's head, he tugs swiftly at the handful of locs.
Jabber lets out a low groan from the back of his throat, he’s completely trapped in Zanka's hands.
“You don’t know how to shut up do you?”
Zanka lowers his head to the crook of Jabber's neck as he growls his words.
Jabber shakes with little giggles. His hands gripped a little harder on Zanka's waist.
“This what you want to show me?” Jabber purrs.
He lets out a small groan when Zanka grazes his teeth lightly over Jabber's skin.
“No.” Zanka sinks his teeth into Jabber, earning a groan from the raider.
A metallic taste fills Zanka's mouth until he pulls back, his eyes gazing up to meet Jabbers.
He still has that shit eating grin on his face as he looks at Zanka through his eyelashes.
“Now what Zan-Zan?” Jabber lets out another round of giggles as Zanka pulls back his body, the hand against the wall gliding over the bite he just left.
A small hiss from the raider when he puts pressure on the wound.
“Knees.”
Jabber's grip on Zanka's waist loosen a little, what?
Zankas has been this direct before, and god is Jabber hard right now. He smiles ear to ear, moving his fingers into Zanka's waist band.
“Make me~”
His scalp stings as Zanka tugs on his locs harder, his knees scraping once he hits the concrete.
It takes Jabber a moment but Zanka really did make him, he’s on his knees right in front of Zanka, one hand is still tugging his hair, his other digging in the bite he left behind.
Laughs rack his body, his hands finding his way back to Zanka's hips. He grips on the fabric and looks up to Zanka.
“Oh man Zanka…you like treating me all rough huh?” His shoulders shake again as his fingers dig into Zanka's hips.
Zanka has another snarl on his lips when he lets go of Jabber. His hands leave Jabber colder on the concrete floor.
Zanka's hand drifts into one of his pockets, Jabber's eyes stay locked on Zanka's annoyed face.
Zanka moves his hands quickly around Jabber's throat, but he is not grabbing it, it’s like he’s reaching around?
The raider feels cold leather around his throat, then he hears a small click at the back of his neck.
Jabber's thoughts also click in his place, Zanka put a dog collar on him. A dog collar, like he’s nothing but an animal. God if his pants weren’t tight enough before, now he feels like he’s suffering. He leans his head onto Zanka's thigh, shaking with built up tension.
“God..Zanka babe…” Jabber lets out a small whimper when the cleaner places one hand on top of Jabber's head, almost like he’s trying to comfort him.
Zanka grips Jabber's chin between two of his fingers, lifting his head slowly.
Jabber's mouth falls open slightly, drooling leaving the corner of his mouth.
“I’ve barely touched you and you already look like a mess..” Zanka leans down, his lips hovering right over Jabbers.
“Keep it on till next time.” He tugs on Jabbers collar, smashing their lips together.
Zanka's tongue slides into Jabber's mouth, he lets out a soft moan into Zanka's mouth. Zanka bits down on Jabber's lower lip, tasting that metallic taste again. He pulls away quickly and wipes his Jabber's taste off of him.
Jabber lets out another round of giggles, quieter this time.
“Yeah…got it pretty boy” Jabber slumps slightly against Zankas hand holding onto his head.
A small grin dawns on Zanka's face. Jabber's fingers begin to wander again, sliding under the fabric of the cleaners waistband.
Zanak shoves Jabber against the wall, standing up to his feet and dusting his pants off.
“Get yourself off.” Zanka states simply, as if he didn’t just collar the other man.
“Man your cruel Zanka…” Jabber leans against the wall and pouts up at Zanka.
Zanka lets out a huff and walks off without another word or glance back at Jabber.