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Zanka blinked his eyes open slowly, consciousness pulling him gently from sleep. He wasn't in his own room, a fact that intially startled him, his eyes opening wider as he inhaled sharply.
Behind him, a warmth that stirred and a deep hum made the events of the night before come crashing back to him.
He was in Enjin's room.
Before Zanka could even process what had happened, his cheeks flushing at thoughts of last night, a heavy arm wrapped around him, slung over his waist, pulling him closer to the man behind him. Enjin nosed into Zanka's hair at the back of his neck, his voice thick and rough with sleep.
"'Mornin'… You're still here…" The words were tender, with hopeful surprise layered underneath, but the sound of that voice sent a thrill down Zanka's spine, settling in his belly, along with whatever was already curling there just from Enjin's fingers brushing over his skin.
"'Mornin'," Zanka rasped back, swallowing thickly and clearing his throat. He felt Enjin's lips behind his ear, and he tried not to shiver, lest the motions signal that he wanted it to stop.
He didn't.
Something about this attention on him so early in the morning, before he was even completely awake yet, felt nice. Extremely nice. Like the warmth and comfort of being in bed was amplified, comfort turning to pleasure, a fuzzy state of mind pushed to be even more floaty.
"Enjin," Zanka breathed, his eyes fluttering closed, head tilting into the pillow a little more to give Enjin access to the side of his neck. Enjin hummed against his skin, lips and tongue moving over it gently, while his hand stroked over Zanka's hip, up over his stomach, and back down. He hadn't put any clothes back on last night, and Enjin's warm hand felt incredible on his body first thing. He could definitely get used to these touches more often upon waking up.
Enjin's mouth moved along Zanka's shoulder, then back up to his neck, and he pressed his body against Zanka's back. Zanka groaned at the feel of him, hard, pressing against his ass, his body arching back into it on its own. Enjin rocked his hips, his hand moving to brush over Zanka's cock, fingers teasing along his length until Zanka whined, pushing back against him with need.
Enjin chuckled behind his ear.
"Eager…"
"Feels good," Zanka replied, unashamed, stating the truth, and grinding his hips against Enjin's cock again. He remembered how it felt the night before. He wanted that fullness again, that stretch, the feel of the man he fantasized about so often inside him once again, as if it had been just another dream and Zanka needed it to happen to prove to himself that it was real.
"Patience baby, just relax."
Zanka bit his lip, trying not to whine, but the sound of Enjin's voice, so rough and raw, was already driving him crazy. Never mind the man's hands on him and teasing pressure behind him as well.
Enjin closed his hand around Zanka's cock, stroking it lazily, as if they had all the time in the world to enjoy each other this morning. He started rocking in time with his movements, and Zanka fell into the rhythm quickly, languidly pushing himself into Enjin's fist with each stroke.
Oh… that felt really good. Zanka never let himself slow down like this and actually take his time… he could learn a thing or two more from Enjin, it seemed.
He breathed deeply, letting himself just enjoy the touch, letting his breath out on a moan, closing his eyes. It felt good, but he wanted more. He bit his lip to try and keep quiet, and not rush this. It only lasted a moment more before Enjin was pulling away, and this time Zanka really did whine.
Enjin hummed in amusement—that bastard—and Zanka took himself in his own hand, continuing that leisurely stroke that had heat and need curling in his gut. It felt really fucking good. But before he knew it, Enjin was back, pressed against him again, and sliding a hand under Zanka's thigh. He hitched his leg up, his hand sliding back up his inner thigh, until wet fingers slid over his hole.
"Oh!" Zanka exclaimed, his hips jerking forward and then immediately pushing back against the touch. This time, Enjin's lips came back to Zanka's neck while his fingers teased his hole, spreading the lube around and starting to push in to open him up.
It didn't take long. With still being hazy from sleep and desire coiling in Zanka's belly, he felt ready faster than ever, rocking back on Enjin's fingers and panting, needy, nearly ready to just beg for it already.
"Enjin!" His voice was breathy, desperate, and he tried to bite back the whine in his throat, but it came out anyway when Enjin pulled his fingers free, and pushed himself in instead.
Oh fuck…
It felt so fucking good.
Zanka's head was floating immediately, a low groan coming from his throat as Enjin quickly found the perfect angle to push deep. His head fell back and Enjin nipped at his throat, moaning himself as he started to move.
"Fuck, you feel good, baby… I could get used to this…" His voice sounded so raw, it drove Zanka crazy. Unrestricted, unabashed, the confidence always just radiating off of him, and Zanka wanted to keep Enjin all to himself, to lock themselves away in this room to enjoy this forever. He wanted to spend every night here just so he could wake up and have access to this version of him every morning.
"Please Enjin, please Enjin… ahh, ahhh!"
Zanka arched his back, his arm reaching up behind Enjin's head to tangle his fingers into his hair, holding him close, rocking his hips in time with Enjin's thrusts. His breath came in small whines with each movement, and he dared to think that it almost felt better than the night before. Enjin's fingers dug into Zanka's hips, yanking him back every time he thrust forward, hitting that perfect spot inside every time. Zanka knew neither of them would last long at this rate. It'd started slow and languid, and had heated up so quickly that he really had to try to keep some sense about him to not start crying out because of how fucking good it felt. He couldn't have other cleaners hearing him scream as they walked by on their way to breakfast.
"Let it out baby, please," Enjin coaxed in his ear, nipping his skin, sucking a mark onto his neck. Neither of them cared. Zanka's jacket collar would cover it. Probably.
Zanka bit his lip. He didn't want to scream, to lose control of himself like that, yet part of him really did. It really felt so incredible that he wanted Enjin to know, he had to let him know, yet once he'd thought about the others, beyond this room, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
But it was like Enjin could sense his unease about it, his name falling from Enjin's tongue like a prayer. "Let it out for me, Zanka…"
Zanka's cock kicked at the sound of it, and he whined louder than he had yet, his grip tightening in Enjin's hair. Enjin's fist wrapped around his cock again, finger and thumb squeezing just beneath the head, sliding over the slit, spreading the moisture around, and Zanka choked out such a desperate sound that he'd be embarrassed if he'd had a clear head to hear it.
But he was so far gone, lost in complete bliss, that it didn't matter. Enjin's other arm snaked underneath Zanka's body, fingers brushing over his throat before sliding down to wrap around his chest, and he thrust even harder, chasing the end now.
"Fuck baby, gonna come, fuck!" He tensed up, stoking Zanka faster, slamming into him harder, until Zanka felt that delicious heat bloom inside him, Enjin groaning right into his ear, then burying his face in Zanka's neck. All of that combined with his expert fingers on Zanka's cock had Zanka falling over the edge immediately after him with a wail, his release flowing over Enjin's hand in hot spurts.
They lay there afterwards, panting, trying to catch their breath, Zanka's limbs feeling heavy, his mind perfectly light and fuzzy. Aftershocks rolled through him, and he shivered, unable to keep the dumb, satisfied grin off his face.
"Enjin…" His voice was a croak, the sound of it almost making him laugh at himself. Enjin hummed again, a deep, satisfied sound that came from his chest and was almost as warm as the arms wrapped around Zanka's spent body.
"I could get used to this," he purred in Zanka's ear, his lips brushing over it, touches back to being soft and sensual once more. It made Zanka want to melt back into him, call out for any missions they had today, and just stay here in Enjin's bed, in his arms, all day long.
"Next time we have a day off," Zanka said lazily, stretching in Enjin's hold until his joints cracked before settling back in with a content sigh. "This is where I'll be." The sun was starting to peek through the window, feeling just as warm against Zanka's skin as Enjin's body, pressed against him. It felt like the perfect morning.
"That sounds fuckin' perfect," Enjin mused, echoing Zanka's thoughts, hands roaming over whatever skin he could reach as if he were hoping that day could be today already. "Can't think of a better way to spend my time." He kissed him, first that spot behind his ear, then his jaw, and then his mouth, still taking his time, savoring the moment, showing a tenderness that Zanka had never seen before these shared moments together.
It was addictive. And since it was indeed real and not just a dream, Zanka vowed to make it happen again. He knew he would need more of this.
They both would.