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The last couple of days have been rather rough.
Zanka felt like he wasn’t being his best during the last missions- once even blindsided by a trash monster and Enjin jumping to save his incompetent little ass.
How frustrating.
How humiliating and humbling.
No matter Enjins praise…Zanka knew that he could be so much BETTER.
He still felt antsy - itching to do something. He’d already cleaned his room- finished writing his part of the last reports and polished lovely Assistaff.
Maybe some training? But then Rudo would probably want to join and while he liked that little rascal- he could focus a whole lot better alone .
At least HQ was pretty quiet. Team Child had a mission and Riyo headed out to do some shopping.
From what Zanka was aware of, Enjin too should be out today.
Which only left the usual ones left at the headquarters - and Rudo.
In other words- Zanka had finally time for himself. Which also meant his plan B if training didn’t work soothing his nerves.
The brunette had just taken a shower- Hair still a little damp , only a big loose shirt covering his chest and barely his butt.
He wouldn’t need underwear for what he was about to do.
A towel was already placed neatly on the bed, along with lube and his companion for this intimate moment- a small red bullet vibrator.
It still felt embarrassing to look at it but the need to relieve some stress was higher.
With everything done, candles lit and big light turned off, Zanka carefully approached the bed.
This would be his first time finally trying this toy, or any toy at all really.
The brunette still cringed a little thinking back to when he first bought this thing, smuggling in it in his pocket and feeling like he was running around with heavy drugs.
He couldn’t even bring himself to take it out until like three days later to clean and sanitize it properly- only to then put it in his new drawer of shame, along with some lube he had in there.
So finally, here he was, actually putting it to use. He was really gonna do it.
Zanka was honestly relieved his partner was only a toy and could not perceive Zanka or how nervous he was.
Fuck.
Trying to get comfortable in the bed, he propped up his pillow against the wall and sank back into it.
The scented jasmine candles helped soothe his nerves a little … though he’d rather have the lingering smell of tobacco in his nose.
Zanka was no smoker, actually despised it. But thanks to a certain someone he really thought he could get high of it.
This was not the first time thinking about Enjin.
Of course it was Enjin, hell - he was the reason Zanka even had his sexual awakening. And he was also the one that caused the teens breaking point, the one thing that tipped him over the edge.
The first time was so aggressive and desperate as he rubbed his clit until it was numb, cumming multiple times while replaying his memories of what had happened just a few moments prior.
Zanka was on a ladder, trying to change the light bulb in the hallway, when he almost slipped and Enjin caught him just in time. His hands on Zankas ass and waist.
And as if the touch and skin contact alone wasn’t enough to make Zankas poor heart explode, that bastard has the nerve to tease him.
Those words… Zanka just kept repeating them, riding out his final orgasm.
„woah, careful princess. Can’t have my best cleaner hurting himself now, can we? I’m gonna do the rest and you just focus on being pretty or something.“
It was stupid, a halfhearted comment and nothing more.
But having those big and rough hands around him, their touch lingering longer than needed…
Zanka wished that time would freeze at that moment. But he also wished to disappear into thin air. It was all too much. Way too much for a hormonal teen like him.
How many times has it been since then? Zanka had lost count…it had been years ago after all. Along with all of that, the shame bubbling inside of him each time also gradually felt lighter.
The more he did it, the easier it got. Maybe Zanka was a true pervert. So be it then.
After all, Zanka had already accepted long ago that this was the closest he could ever be to Enjin, fantasizing and masturbating with him in mind.
Zanka would never dare to actually cross that line. Not when everyone knew how much Enjin enjoyed women, especially those with some big assets.
He knew he could never have Enjin, the real one at least.
But in his mind, he’d ravish the older man, ride him until orgasms hurt, lick and kiss every inch of his inked skin. Zanka wanted to worship him, use him for his own pleasure and claim him.
So, just like he’d done it many times before, he’d start with caressing his body, gently stroking the soft skin of his chest and arms. He knew his body quite well, still, he really enjoyed exploring himself, feeling his calloused fingertips on his sensitive skin.
Were Enjins just as rough? Probably.
Those slender fingers then would slide up his sides halting by his waist for a moment, wrapping around himself.
Zanka knew his waist was small. But nothing could have prepared him for how small it felt in Enjins hands. Big, rough, inked hands. They almost fully wrapped around him, held him like he belonged in Enjins grip. It felt so natural, just like when he held his beloved umbreaker.
His lips parted slightly, letting a gentle sigh escape as Zankas arousal started to grow more and more with each touch and fantasy. As his hands traveled up to his chest , carefully caressing his nipples.
They were never really sensitive - even less once he had his top surgery. Part of his skin still felt numb around there but Zanka imagined that Enjin was the type who enjoyed nipple play a lot. He just seemed like it. And maybe, if it was Enjin, Zanka could even get stimulated from that alone. If it was the blonde doing things to him, Zanka was positive that almost anything could tip him off.
Was Enjin the mean type? Definitely. He’d probably take his time, teasing Zanka until he begged.
But Zanka was impatient and there was no one stopping him from getting off.
Much to his demise.
He could already feel himself getting wet, making a little puddle on the towel he’d prepared himself earlier.
Zanka bit his lip and kept carefully playing and twisting one nipple, while his other neck traveled to his slim throat, carefully wrapping himself around it and giving it a light squeeze.
„Hah…fuck.“ Zanka would kill for the opportunity to wear a fully inked choker.
With his eyes still closed, Zanka let go of his delicate throat and instead padded for the toy next to him.
Would Enjin like that type of stuff? Surely this man had lots of experience with all sorts of toys. He’d guide and ease Zanka into it all, build him up so he was ready to take whatever was put in.
That thought alone was enough to strangle a little Wimper out of the brunette's throat. He swallowed hard, as his hand stopped assaulting his nipple and slid between his legs to carefully spread his folds.
Oh. He was so slippery. All because of Enjin.
Slowly Zanka traveled with the toy down his body to his groin area, treating it like a finger as it trailed down his stomach down to his throbbing clit.
It was cold, making him gasp. It wasn’t something Zanka had expected. But it was just a toy after all. Enjins fingers would be warm, for sure.
Once accustomed to the temperature, having warmed up the toy with his own body heat, Zanka started to circle it around his clit. The vibrator was still turned off. After all, Zanka still wanted to get used to the pressure and texture of it.
Even if it was just a toy, Zanka liked the thought of getting to know his sex partners. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was just his own perversion.
After exploring and finding out which angles were best to hold the toy, Zanka spread his legs wider, applying more pressure against the head and began to move his hand up and down.
Having something hard between his hands and legs felt like jerking off a dick and Zanka absolutely loved it.
It was so gender affirming. It felt stupid to feel this good over such a little bullet vibrator but to Zanka this was everything.
By now the brunette was drooling a little and felt confident and warmed up enough to turn on the toy.
But no matter the mental preparation, Zanka was not ready for this.
The way the vibrations shook his entire core, it almost made him cum on the spot.
„F-fuck!“ Zanka cursed as he threw his head back, almost hitting his head on the headboard.
It was too much. But it also wasn’t enough. It was like his body was taken over by pleasure, like his body was made for this.
The vibration felt like a shockwave penetrating his inner core. It sent sparks to his brain and in just a few minutes he felt himself getting close to his orgasm.
Usually he’d take more time.
Just as Zanka chased the high , jerking himself off faster, his hips involuntary grinding against the toy, he finally felt his release within reach-
Almost.
just a little more.
Come on just a little bit - and the buzzing stopped.
Huh? What???
And just like that, Zanka was abruptly and roughly pulled back to reality.
For a few moments he just kept holding his position, processing. Was that it? Did he break it somehow?
The Heated fog in his head started to clear up.
„The fucking batteries empty…“ Zanka finally figured it out and groaned loudly.
„Fuuuck…hah…where the fuck do I get spare ones?“ He clicked his tongue , sitting up and cringing a little bit at the slippery cold feeling between his thighs.
The evidence of what he’d done everywhere but the relief nowhere.
This was beyond frustrating. As if he wasn’t going through enough- now even the toy gave up on him.
Zanka eventually got up, slipped on a pair of wide clothes and decided to go to the only person he could ask, without getting asked too many questions.
Rudo. He surely had 2 AA batteries. Right? He was Zankas only hope.
And that wasn’t even an exaggeration. Not when the rest of the team knew that Zanka had no need for batteries.
Why? Because they teased him a whole lotta times back when he first joined for his lack of electrical devices and knowledge of them.
It wasn’t his fault! It was his home, the clan forbid them! After all…access to that meant access to a phone and that was absolutely out of the question.
There were still so many things Zanka didn’t know…one of them being the feeling of a orgasm from a vibrator. And he absolutely NEEDED to know what it felt like. Like, right now.
So with his dick taking over control of his brain, Zanka headed right to his target. Or more he meant to.
As the brunette was making his way to Rudo's room, he heard some munching coming from the common room. Ah.
„Oi Rudo! Eating candy again? I’ve got a favor to ask you- „ Zanka talked before even entering the room. Much to his dismay.
Because while his assumption was true that Rudo was eating candy again, he was not alone.
„A-ah hello Enjin. Already back?“ Zanka cursed to himself but knew he couldn’t back out now. Not when his clit was throbbing just at the sight of Enjin , his jacket folded onto the chair lean, only wearing his red loose shirt.
Zanka could get drunk from that visual. What a beautifully inked canvas Enjin was, his legs spread and even in his baggy pants Zanka knew that he must be absolutely packed under that fabric. After all, everything about Enjin was so…big. His height, his hands, his pecs and certainly his Ego.
Before the brunette could get lost in his thoughts and drooling over the man he just jerked off to, Rudo spoke up, swallowing a bite off his chocolate bar.
„Watcha need?“ The white haired asked while taking another bite and Enjin just looked at Zanka with curious eyes and a lifted brow.
Fuck…ugh.
„Got any AA batteries to spare? Two. Please. Mine died and I kinda need them. I’ll give you the empty ones to tinker with.“ Zanka tasked, and tried to sound as mundane as possible to not raise any suspicions. But for some reason it was hard staying cool headed with Enjin's golden eyes basically glued to him.
It was batteries goddamn it!
He grew up as a Nijiku. He’d been through so much worse.
„Mmh - think so. But next time get me some chocolate and we have a deal. I’ll go grab them.“ Rudo pretended to consider for a second , then had a glimpse in his eyes like he’d just had the best idea in the world. How cute.
With a grin he went to fetch what was asked of him, leaving Zanka and Enjin alone.
„So…“ The blonde spoke up, like he was about to interrogate an enemy.
„what’s up with - But before Enjin could ask him about the batteries, Zanka shifted the conversation into a different direction.
Nope. No way. No way he’d let THAT become a topic. He’d rather eat shit.
„How was your trip? I thought you’d be back way later.“ Zanka did his best to sound like his usual self. Composed and friendly but still distant . The Nijiku style.
„Ahh, it wasn’t too bad. Just grabbed some essentials but the daughter of the shop manager was there today and MAN- she was kinda my type not gonna lie.“ Enjin thought out loud, leaning back into the sofa as his lips curled into that devilish smirk. That goddamn smirk that made Zanka feel like his stomach turned inside out. He wanted to punch and kiss it away.
„She had huge titts. And- I think she’s actually around your age hah.“ Enjin mused casually, grabbing his pack of cigs from the table and lighting one on.
Huh. What a weird thing to say.
Zanka tried not to think about the implications.
„She was deffo givin me puppy eyes too. But I can’t fuck it up with her dad. He’s the only one that sells my brand.“ Enjin sighed as he took a puff.
What the fuck.
„Too bad huh? Bet she would have loved to have you.“ Zanka's eye twitched as he tried to say it without too much bitterness bleeding into his voice but not being able to hold back the bite of it.
Enjin just raised both his brows and stared at the brunette. His expression is as unreadable as usual. But the golden eyes had a mischievous glint in them. How dangerous.
The blonde leaned closer to the other and with a playful grin and tilted his head, asking „ What? Jealous, hmm?“ Enjin's voice dipped at the end, making it sound almost suggestive and … naughty. It sounded too sexy for a mere teasing.
Given the state Zanka was in - he possibly couldn’t be rational. It was like Enjim wanted to tip him off. Like he was egging Zanka on.
And Zanka was strung along like a dog, just hissed out a frustrated „yes.“ before he could stop himself. And for a second the energy shifted in the room. It became impossible to breathe.
Luckily for Zanka - Rudo returned before anyone could comment on his error and escalate the whole conversation to a different level.
„I found some! They were my last ones so make sure to treasure them heh. And give me the other ones later!“ the kid grinned proudly and it was for once not an absurdly creepy looking grin. Clearly Rudo had practiced.
„Will do. Thanks a bunch. I will drop by your room later. I’ll get out of your hair now.“ Zanka simply smiled and used this moment to slip away - not daring to look back at the blonde.
But he could feel the golden eyes on him. Enjins eyes never shifted away from Zanka. And no matter how much the younger one wanted to play it all off cool, he saw the glimpse of sweat on Zanka's skin, the flushed tips of his ears and heard the desperation of his voice.
Without running, the brunette walked as fast as he possibly could back to his room. And immediately ripped off his clothes.
Too hot. Zanka felt like he was burning up. The intensity of Enjins stare was too much.
With shaky hands, he switched out the batteries of the vibrator no carefully put the old ones to the side for Rudo later.
Zanka sunk into his bed and took a few heavy breathes, trying to calm down his racing heart from what just had happened.
Fuck. He really wanted Enjin, needed him on and in every part of his body. Zanka wanted to fuck him so badly - it made him angry.
He wanted to show Enjin that he doesn’t need some chick with big titts. No, Zanka could also rock his world.
He hissed a little as he spread his legs, all slick and sticky, his clit painfully throbbing again.
This time , Zanka was impatient and pressed the toy directly against his swollen red tip, turning it on on a medium setting.
But Zanka was not prepared for the intensity of such a little toy.
„A-Ah! Fuck!“ He cursed as he squeezed his eyes shut and wanted to pull the toy away. But his body was not his anymore. Zanka had no control over it. His lust was the one in charge and his hips pressed against the toy, hovering and shaking as they lifted up into the air.
What the hell. That earlier was nothing.
„Fuck….hah- Ah..“ Zanka panted, his eyes rolled back and brows furrowed as he jerked himself off.
His mind was taken over by lust. His fantasies back to Enjin, sitting on the couch with his naked arms. He looked so ungraded and casual.
Oh how Zanka wanted to slip onto Enjin's lap, stealing his cigarette out of his hand. Maybe he’d even take a puff himself, just to see the stupid look on Enjins face.
Fuck. What he’d give to ride that man until Zanka passed out. If Zanka died riding his massive cock, he’d make sure to thank the gods.
As the teen was fantasizing more and more, rubbing the toy up and down his clit, his hips stuttered.
Zanka knew he was getting close. His breathing turned into panting, open mouthed and wet as drool was running down the corner of his mouth and he knew he was so close.
The intensity of the vibrations started to hurt, the buzzing almost burned even. But it was too good to stop.Zanka chased the high, pressed the toy harder against his clit as his other hand found the way to his throat again, squeezing tighter than before.
And before he could even process it, Zanka saw white.
His stomach turned upside down, making him want to throw up but instead he came, harder than ever before and felt…something burning hot shooting out of him. Wait - was he -
„Wha- fuck- Ah!“ Another wave hit him and with it his legs gave out.
His legs were shaking his entire body stiff and overstimulated.
And when Zanka finally came to his senses, he managed to turn off the toy.
With the buzzing coming to a stop, Zanka's body gave out and he just had to lie there for a moment, panting and dripping,
„Hahaha….what the hell.“ He laughed almost in disbelief , once caught his breath and came down from his high.
Zanka barely managed to sit up to look at the scene.
He really wished he didn’t. That towel was completely soaked. Did he pee himself? No.. no way.
Despite everything inside him telling him not to, Zanka sniffed on that towel but…there was no smell of pee.
It was then that he remembered hearing something about „squirting“
Was that what he’d done?
Holy shit…
Was that the power of a vibrator?