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Rudo curses, getting all up in Zanka’s Space as the two of them argue.
If he’s being honest, he doesn’t even remember what started the argument. Zanka had come to his quarters because he had something he needed. And if Rudo’s being honest, the fight was probably something stupid, knowing Zanka, he probably just got too close to that stupid stick of his, and he decided that was enough of a reason to start throwing insults around like they were going out of style.
Zanka shoved Rudo back by the chest, and the younger teen stumbled back, hands flying out to grab anything to keep from falling, ending up snatching a handful of Zanka’s hair, pulling the older with him.
Rudo tripped over his own feet, stumbling backwards until his back hit the wall behind him, pulling Zanka along with him all the while by the hair.
The breath is knocked out of Rudo, and he coughs a couple of times as the air returns to his lungs. Idly, he registers that Zanka had stopped struggling, but now was as stiff and still as a statue.
Rudo opens his eyes at the same time that something else registers with him: there are… hands on his… chest. Rudo freezes, realizing that Zanka’s hands were still on his… Aham… chest from where he had tried to shove him and Rudo grabbed his hair to keep from falling.
The two of them stare at each other in surprise, both of their faces being red with a mix of mortification and embarrassment that only teenagers can truly understand. Rudo's chest, unbound by any binder, was soft and squishy to the touch, his small, perky breasts hidden under his loose clothes.
Zanka looks like he was about to say something, his eyes wide and his mouth open in shock, before he snaps it shut, looking away. "What the fuck are you staring at?" Rudo spits, his voice shaky as he tries to cover the blush on his cheeks with anger as he lets go of his hair and shoves him away.
Zanka stumbles back a step, his eyes still on Rudo's chest before they dart away, his cheeks burning red. "I-I didn't mean ta...I didn't know..." He stammers out, his mind racing as he tries to process the revelation. “I’m-I’m just… goin’ ta… go…” he says, turning on his heels to leave.
Zanka practically sped-walked towards the door, but it seemed luck was not on his side today: the second his hand touched the handle, the power went off, everything went quiet for a split second before the red emergency lights kicked on. A pre-recorded audio came from the intercoms. “The power is currently down because of a storm. Power will be back on as soon as possible. If you can make your way towards the mess hall so the boss can do a head count, please do so. If you cannot get to the mess hall, someone will be sent to find and or assist you in the meantime.”
Zanka cursed, yanking on the handle even though he knew it was a futile attempt with the power being down and Shikage's automatic lock system in place. "Great, jus’ great," he murmured to himself, glancing back at Rudo, who still leaned against the wall, his chest heaving with anger and embarrassment. The room was cast in an eerie red glow from the emergency lights, highlighting the tension in the air.
“You stay on that end, and I’ll stay on this end.” Rudo spat out the words, his face flushed. He couldn’t believe what just happened. “And forget you felt anything up! You felt nothing but a normal man’s chest, okay?”
Zanka nodded stiffly, his own face a mirror of Rudo’s. “Yeah, I got it, Little Shit. Nothin’ happened here, alright?” He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. The silence between them was thick, filled with the hum of the emergency lights and the distant thunder from the storm outside.
Rudo glares at him, taking a few steps to the side before sinking down the wall and placing himself at the corner end of his bed on the floor where the wall and footboard make a corner.
Zanka awkwardly clears his throat, looking around the room. His eyes fall on an armchair beside a bookshelf across from Rudo's bed, and he slowly makes his way over to it. He sits down, looking anywhere but Rudo. "Ya know, ya should really bind better," he says, trying to break the silence and ease the tension.
“I don’t bind,” Rudo murmured, his voice tight.
Zanka looked up from his hands, his gaze snapping over to Rudo for a brief moment. “What’duh ya mean ya don’t bind?”
“I don’t have a binder, okay!?” Rudo’s voice grew a little louder, and he could feel his heart racing as he tried to control his frustration. “I never needed one— Up on the Sphere I never— just… forget you felt anything!”
Zanka raised his hands in a placating gesture. “A'ight, a'ight, I get it. It’s none of my business.” He took a deep breath, his own heart thumping in his chest.
Rudo grumbled, turning further away from Zanka, his side pressing against the wall. His cheeks were flushed red, and he brought his legs up to his chest, tucking his knees underneath his chin as he wrapped his arms around his legs.
Zanka remained silent for a moment before speaking up again, his voice softer this time. "Look, Little Shit, I'm not judgin’ ya, okay? We all have our own shit ta deal with." He leaned back in the chair, his eyes staring at the flickering emergency lights. "But if yar goin’ to be out here, ya might want ta consider it. People can be pretty shitty when they find out yar different."
Rudo turned even further away from Zanka, staying silent for a few moments before mumbling something that sounded like, “I’ll think about it.”
The tension in the room was palpable, the silence heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. The flickering red lights from the emergency system painted the walls in an eerie glow, highlighting the shadows on their faces. Both lost in their own thoughts.
Zanka let out a slow breath, his cheeks puffing out as he leaned back in the chair, tapping his foot as his hands curled around the armrests. Soft, his mind kept on repeating, his eyes glancing to Rudo every few seconds. He didn't know what to say. What could you say after you've just felt your teammate's tits?
Rudo, on the other hand, was mentally screaming at himself because there should be no way in hell that that turdface touching him should have been such a turn on. It was embarrassing, mortifying, and confusing all at once. He'd never felt anything like it before, and the last thing he wanted was for Zanka to know that he had gotten aroused from their little tussle.
The silence grew thicker as the minutes ticked by, and the air grew colder. Rudo could feel Zanka's gaze on him, but he couldn't bring himself to over up. He was too busy trying to calm his racing heart and the heat pooling down below. It was infuriating how his body seemed to betray him at the most inconvenient times.
Rudo smacked his hands against his cheeks, trying to force the naughty thoughts out of him, the sound of his gloved hands connecting with his face causing Zanka to glance over at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Ya okay over there?" Zanka finally broke the silence, clearing his throat.
“Fine!” Rudo answered a little too quickly, his voice a bit shaky as he tried to keep the embarrassment from seeping into it.
Zanka studied him for a moment, the guilt still etched on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Look, I didn't mean ta... uh... touch ya there," he stuttered, his cheeks flushing slightly.
“STop bringing it up!” Rudo curled further into himself, his face buried in his knees. His heart was racing, and his mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts.
“Sorry, I just... I didn’t know, man,” Zanka said awkwardly, looking away from Rudo.
Rudo took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to compose himself.
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Rudo shivered, reaching behind him to pull the blanket off of his bed and wrap it around him. It had been about fifteen minutes since the power had gone off, and Rudo was dearly missing the heat that it had brought to the room. Zanka was still sitting in the arm chair, his eyes glued to the door as if willing it to open. The silence was thick and uncomfortable, like a wet blanket that had been thrown over them both.
“Fuck, it’s cold.” Rudo breathed out, the warm air leaving his mouth and disappearing into the chilly room. “I hate the damn cold.”
Zanka hums in agreement, his teeth chattering slightly as he shifts in his seat, his eyes still focused on the unmoving door. "Yeah, it is," he murmured, his voice trailing off. He stays silent for a few moments, running his tongue over his top teeth before getting up and walking over to Rudo.
He sinks to the floor beside the younger teen, ignoring Rudo’s spluttering as he forced him to let go of one corner of the blanket as he slid underneath it beside him. “It’s fine, we can share. I don’t bite,” he assured with a small smirk, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Rudo glared at him, trying to yank his blanket back. “Get your own, Turdface, this one’s mine!” He protested, though the tremor in his voice betrayed his cold. With a heavy sigh, Zanka rolled his eyes and draped an arm over Rudo’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “Don’t be a baby, Little Shit. Yar not the only yen freezin’ here.” He grunted.
Rudo froze, stiffening as he was pulled closer to the man his mind had been making naughty thoughts of moments ago. He felt the heat from Zanka's body, and his own cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He swallowed hard, his throat dry as he squeezed his thighs tighter together.
Zanka’s arm was heavy and warm, and it was all Rudo could do not to lean into it. Outside, the storm raged on, the wind howling like a wild beast, echoing the tumult in Rudo’s chest. His heart hammered against his ribs as he tried to ignore the warmth that was spreading from where their bodies touched.
Zanka smells nice. Rudo doesn’t know if it’s Zanka’s shampoo or what, but he smells like blood oranges and bourbon with a hint of something spicy, but there was also something Rudo could only explain as aquatic, like the ocean at night.
Rudo swallowed hard, practically vibrating with nerves and very, very naughty thoughts that had him wanting to slam his head against the wall.
Zanka’s hands, tongue, teeth on his body, his fingers and dic— Rudo forced himself not to finish that thought as he tried to calm his breathing. He felt like he was burning up, his cheeks flushing redder than an apple, and he could feel the other boy’s breath on his neck, slow and steady, making his skin crawl with anticipation.
The air was thick with tension, and it was all Rudo could do not to squirm under the blanket.
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Zanka glanced over to Rudo for the hundredth time in the past seven minutes, his lips parted as he panted slightly, and Zanka looked away, trying to force his mouth shut. He felt like he was suffocating in the dense atmosphere that had settled between them, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Rudo felt the same.
Seriously, someone needed to hurry and get the power back on or find them, Zanka thought, feeling Rudo shift at his side once more.
Zanka cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the small room. He glanced back at Rudo, the small gap between the blanket and their bodies letting him see that the younger was squeezing and rubbing his thighs together. His breathing had grown heavier, and he was avoiding looking at Zanka.
Zanka sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, looking away from Rudo as he tried to ignore the growing… something in the air. It was thick and palpable, a tension that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. It was like the room was shrinking, the silence screaming at him to do… something. He coughed awkwardly, trying to break the spell, but it only made things worse.
Rudo shifted underneath Zanka’s arm at the sudden sound, his side pressing more into Zanka’s, and Zanka was about five seconds away from doing something incredibly stupid. He could feel the warmth of Rudo's body, and his smell was everywhere. Rudo smelled smoky and metallic, with what smelled like cherries and something earthy, with a hint of something bold but sweet. It was intoxicating; it was making his head swim.
Zanka shifted uncomfortably, trying to ease the growing pressure in his pants without being too obvious. He didn’t know what to say, the silence stretching between them like a tightly pulled bowstring.
Zanka’s breath stutters in his chest when Rudo shifts again, the warmth and scent of the albino teen making it impossible to ignore the sudden change in the atmosphere. He swallows hard, his eyes darting around the room for any kind of distraction.
His mind was coming up with explicit, absolutely erotic things that had Zanka wanting to rip the blanket off and jump Rudo’s bones. To bury his face in those soft mounds of flesh and suckle on them as he fucked into him. To bury his face in between milky pale legs and taste that sweet, sweet pussy of his.
God, when did he become a horndog?
Zanka's thoughts raced as he felt his face flush and his cock swell even more in his pants. He'd always thought Rudo was a bit of a strange guy— obsessed with trash— and never once did he imagine he'd be thinking about fucking him. And yet, here he was, unable to get the thought out of his head.
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Rudo doesn’t know how much longer he can spend underneath his blanket with Zanka.
His mind was coming up with explicit, absolutely erotic visuals of Zanka doing things to him, and Rudo just knows he’s soaked through his underwear and pants by now. He can feel the wetness every time he shifts, and he’s trying so hard to ignore it, but he’s literally throbbing down there, clenching around nothingness, his body begging for something, anything to fill the empty space between his legs.
Rudo clears his throat, burying his face in his knees. He feels like he’s burning up, feverish, even though it’s colder than Santa’s nutsack. He could feel the muscle in Zanka’s arms across his shoulders flexing and unflexing, and it was all Rudo had not to lean back and press into him, not to let his own hand wander to Zanka’s crotch.
Rudo squeezed his legs tighter together as more slick gushes out of him, adding to the mess that was already soaking his pants and underwear. His chest was heaving, and he could feel his heart racing. It was like he was going to pass out.
He’s never felt so horny in his life, and all he wanted to do was shove his hand in his pants and touch himself.
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Zanka felt that if he didn’t reach down and finally wrap his fingers around his dick, his cock would explode. He was so hard it hurt, and it was all because of Rudo. The way he was trembling against his side, the way he smelled, the way he felt against him, it was all driving him crazy.
He had to do something, had to make this moment count. Without thinking, he leaned in and whispered into Rudo’s ear, his breath hot and heavy, “Duh ya want me ta touch ya?”
Rudo froze, his entire body going rigid. “What?” he croaked out.
Zanka took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady. “Ya heard me, Rudo. Duh ya want me ta make ya feel good?” He moved his hand down, ghosting it over Rudo’s leg. The younger boy’s breath hitched, and his body shuddered.
Rudo’s mind raced. He could feel the heat coming off of Zanka, and his own arousal was reaching a boiling point. He wanted it so badly, he was so horny it hurt, and with every throb of his pussy, more and more slick gushed out. He took a deep breath and nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes, please.” He panted, legs falling open.
Zanka wasted no time. He practically jumped Rudo, kissing him with enough force to send both of them crashing to the ground as he stuffed his hand down the younger’s pants. His hand met the absolute mess that was coating Rudo’s thighs. “Oh, fuck yar so wet, Rudo.” He murmured into his mouth, fingers instantly diving into the soaked mess of Rudo’s cunt. Rudo let out a muffled moan, his face reddening as Zanka’s thumb found his clit and began to rub it in tight circles.
Rudo’s hips bucked upward, his body begging for more. He felt like his brain was short-circuiting with every stroke of Zanka’s fingers. He’d never been touched like this before, and the sensation was overwhelming. His breath was ragged, and his heart was pounding in his chest.
Zanka broke the kiss, panting heavily. “Fuck, yar so hot like this,” he murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he stared down at Rudo. Rudo could feel his face burning with embarrassment, but the pleasure was too intense to care about anything else. He was lost in the feeling of Zanka’s hand on him, working him expertly.
Zanka’s other hand traveled under Rudo’s hoodie and up to his chest, his thumb brushing over one of his nipples. Rudo gasped at the contact, his body arching up into the touch. Zanka chuckled, his hand moving to cup Rudo’s small breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Yar so sensitive,” he said, his voice thick with desire as he began to grind his clothed erection down against Rudo’s leg.
Rudo’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as Zanka’s fingers found a spot inside him that had him seeing stars. His hips bucked involuntarily, pushing himself further onto Zanka’s digits. The sensation was overwhelming, and all he could do was moan and writhe under the other boy’s touch.
Zanka’s own breathing was ragged, his eyes never leaving Rudo’s face as he watched the younger boy come apart. He leaned down, capturing Rudo’s mouth in a searing kiss as he pushed in deeper, curling his fingers in a way that had Rudo’s toes curling in his boots. The sound of their muffled moans filled the small, dimly lit room.
Rudo’s hands found their way to Zanka’s shirt, desperately trying to pull it off. Zanka chuckled against his lips, breaking away just long enough to let Rudo tug the shirt over his head. His chest was lean but muscled, and Rudo couldn’t resist running his hands over the warm, bare skin. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Zanka’s neck as he tried to tug off his own pants and underwear, the fabric getting tangled around his ankles and shoes.
Zanka reached down to yank at the pants as well, growling when they got caught on Rudo’s shoes. He stood, pulling Rudo up with him, both of them shivering when the blanket fell away as Zanka stumbled towards the bed, pulling Rudo with him. The smaller boy let out a yelp when Zanka pushed him down onto the mattress, his hands fumbling with his shoelaces as he worked them off, kicking off his shoes and pants. He watched, breathless, as Zanka shimmied out of his own pants and boxers, revealing an erection that had him blushing to his ears.
The older teen’s eyes never left Rudo’s body, drinking in the sight of the pale skin of Rudo’s legs and the slight curve of his hips. He crawled onto the bed, his movements smooth and predatory.
Rudo’s heart raced as he watched Zanka move closer, feeling both vulnerable and desired. He had never been with anyone before, but the hunger in Zanka’s gaze was undeniable and ignited something within him.
Zanka stared down at him for a moment longer before he sat back on his haunches, grabbing Rudo by the ankles and yanking him further down before throwing his legs over his shoulders, the younger teen yelping. He grabbed at the pale hips, yanking them up and pulling Rudo further down the bed, his lower body no longer touching the bed as Zanka licked a fat stripe from Rudo’s hole to clit, making the albino gasp and arch his back.
“Z-zanka, w-what are you doing?” Rudo stuttered out, reaching up with fumbling hands to push at the older teen's forehead. “That’s-that’s dirty!” He protested weakly, his face flushing a deep shade of red that stood out starkly against his milky skin.
Zanka just chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with lust as he closed his lips around Rudo’s clit, sucking on it gently while his tongue danced around it. Rudo’s protests turned into a moan, his hands clutching at Zanka’s hair as the pleasure began to overwhelm him. His legs trembled, and his hips began to rock involuntarily.
“Does it feel dirty?” Zanka murmured against the sensitive nub, his breath hot and teasing. “Or does it feel good, Ru-do?”
Rudo’s eyes rolled back into his head, his moan lost in the cacophony of the storm outside. He could feel Zanka’s hot, wet mouth on him, and the sensation was driving him wild. He’d never felt anything like this before, not even when he’d touched himself in the privacy of his own room. He didn’t know what was happening to him, but he couldn’t stop the pleasure that was coursing through his body.
Zanka’s tongue slid deeper into Rudo, tasting the sweetness that was uniquely his. Rudo’s thighs tightened around his head, and he could feel the younger boy’s body tense with every stroke. He knew he had to be gentle; Rudo was obviously inexperienced, and he didn’t want to scare him away. But the way Rudo was responding to him was making it hard to hold back. His mouth found its way back to Rudo’s clit, and sucked harder than before. Rudo’s moans grew louder, his hips bucking against Zanka’s face.
Zanka leaned forward, practically bending Rudo in half as his hands moved to Rudo’s chest underneath the hoodie, squeezing the small, soft mounds of his breasts. He could feel Rudo’s heart racing beneath his fingertips, and he knew the other boy was close. He pinched Rudo’s nipples lightly, and the reaction was instant. Rudo’s back arched, and he let out a cry of pure ecstasy. Zanka felt Rudo’s body spasm around his mouth, slick filling his tongue and sliding down his chin and neck. He pulled away, panting, and watched as Rudo’s chest heaved with each breath, the younger’s lower body falling back to the bed.
The red-eyed boy looked up at him, eyes glazed over with pleasure. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair was a mess, his lips— both of them— red and puffy from the fervent kissing. Zanka couldn’t believe how beautiful Rudo looked in that moment. He leaned over him and claimed Rudo’s mouth in a searing kiss. Rudo’s hands tentatively found their way to Zanka’s chest, gloved fingers splayed across his bare shin.
The kiss was sloppy as Zanka grabbed Rudo’s thigh, pushing them up and together, shifting his weight, and angling his hips as he began to thigh fuck him.
Rudo’s eyes widened in shock at the sudden change, his breath catching in his throat as the sensation of Zanka’s erection sliding between his legs filled him with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
Zanka’s movements grew more urgent, his hips rocking back and forth as he increased his pace. Rudo’s hands fell away from the older, fingers tangling in the fabric of the bedsheets, his body instinctively responding to the pressure against his sensitive folds.
Rudo’s eyes never left Zanka’s, the intensity of their gaze only adding to the eroticism of the moment. “… put it in?” Rudo asked, not only startling Zanka but himself with the words that left his lips.
Zanka paused, his breathing heavy. “Ya sure?” he questioned, his voice gruff with desire.
Rudo nodded, his cheeks reddening even more. “Yes,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
Zanka took a moment to process Rudo’s consent, his own heart racing with excitement and nerves. He let go of Rudo's legs, watching them fall apart as he gripped the base of his cock, squeezing. With a deep breath, he aligned himself with Rudo’s soaking wet entrance, feeling the heat and softness of his pussy against the tip of his dick.
“If it hurts, tell me, okay?” Zanka whispered, his voice thick with anticipation.
Rudo nodded again, his eyes fluttering shut. He felt the pressure building as Zanka pushed in, inch by inch, filling him in a way he had never experienced before. His body tensed, unsure of how to handle the intrusion, but Zanka’s gentle touch and soothing whispers helped him relax.
Rudo’s legs fell further open without his realization, and he felt the stretch as Zanka’s cock breached his entrance, and he gasped. Zanka took his time, watching Rudo’s reactions carefully, making sure he didn’t cause any pain.
Rudo panted as Zanka slowly pushed in. It didn’t hurt per se, but it certainly didn’t feel good either; it was like a burning sensation that spread through him as Zanka's cock filled him up. He gripped the sheets tightly, his gloved fingers digging into the fabric. He could feel every vein and ridge, and every little movement sent a jolt of sensation through his body.
“Ya okay?” Zanka asked, his eyes full of concern as he watched Rudo’s face contort with the new sensations.
Rudo nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “It’s... different, but not bad. Just keep going.”
Zanka’s expression softened, and he leaned in to kiss Rudo again, his tongue delving into his mouth as he pushed the rest of the way in. Rudo’s eyes rolled back in his head, a soft moan escaping his lips.
They stayed like that for a moment, the tension in the room thick with the sound of their heavy breathing.
Eventually, Zanka began moving his hips, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Rudo’s body tensed around him, adjusting to the new sensation. He broke their kiss, panting, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to focus on the feeling. It was strange, but not completely unpleasant. It was as if he could feel every nerve ending in his body light up with each of Zanka’s movements.
Zanka cursed under his breath, shifting to hold himself up with one arm, his free hand reaching down to rub tight circles on Rudo's clit. Rudo's eyes shot open, his pupils blown wide, as his body reacted to the sudden spike in pleasure. His legs trembled, and he wrapped them around Zanka's waist.
“That’s it, jus relax,” Zanka whispered, his voice low and soothing as he felt Rudo's muscles tense and relax around him repeatedly. He was barely pulling out before pushing back in, his movements measured and gentle. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through Rudo’s body, the burning sensation fading into a deep, all-consuming ache that was slowly morphing into something far more intense.
Rudo’s hands clutched at the bedsheets, his fingers twisting into the fabric as he tried to hold on to reality. His mind was racing, but his body was fully engaged, responding to every caress, every stroke. He could feel himself growing wetter, his breathing turning more ragged than before as he moaned and writhed under Zanka’s skilled touch. It was overwhelming, but he didn’t want it to stop.
Zanka watched Rudo’s face closely, reading his expressions, his eyes never leaving Rudo’s. He could see the tension building up in Rudo’s body, the way his pupils dilated and his cheeks flushed even more. He knew he was getting close, and he wanted to make sure Rudo felt every bit of it. He leaned down, pressing his mouth to Rudo’s ear, whispering dirty, absolutely filthy things in his ear that made Rudo’s toes curl and his back arch. It was clear that Rudo was lost in the moment, and Zanka felt a strange sense of pride in knowing that he could do this to him.
As Rudo’s moans grew louder, Zanka decided it was time to push him over the edge. He began to rub Rudo’s clit in earnest, feeling the heat radiating from him as Rudo’s hips bucked against him. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breathing and the occasional gasp or curse. The tension was palpable, and Zanka could feel his own arousal growing with each passing second.
Rudo’s body tightened around him as he approached climax, and Zanka knew that he was about to come. He didn’t stop, didn’t ease up; instead, he pushed a bit harder, a bit faster, until Rudo was crying out, his body spasming with pleasure. Zanka felt the warmth of Rudo’s release as he filled him up. He leaned down, capturing Rudo’s mouth in a deep, claiming kiss, swallowing his cries of ecstasy.
Zanka fucked him through the peak of his orgasm, not allowing Rudo to come down from the high too quickly. Rudo’s legs trembled around his waist, his arms wrapping around his shoulders, gloved fingers digging into Zanka’s back. Zanka felt a rush at the sensation, and his own orgasm built in his balls. He could feel Rudo’s pussy clenching around him, trying to milk him of his cum. With a final, deep thrust, he came inside of Rudo, filling him up with his hot seed.
Rudo yelped at the feeling of Zanka’s warmth filling him up, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Zanka held him through it, stroking Rudo’s cheek with the back of his hand as he caught his breath. The room was thick with the scent of sex, their heavy breaths mingling together in the quiet that followed their passionate exchange. Rudo’s heart was racing, his thoughts a jumble of sensations and emotions. He felt Zanka’s chest heaving against his own, and the weight of the older teenager’s body pressing him into the bed was surprisingly comforting.
Then, the coldness of the room slowly started to register with both of them, causing them to shiver.
Zanka cursed, sluggishly prying himself up to an elbow and reaching over the bed to grab the nearest corner of the comforter that was still on the ground, the blanket only being close enough for him to grab it with two fingers before he pulled it closer to them. He pulled it over them, collapsing back on top of Rudo before rolling onto his side, pulling Rudo with him.
Rudo shivered, and his body trembled with aftershocks, but he wrapped his arms around Zanka’s middle, falling asleep almost instantly.
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When Rudo woke up, the power was still not back on, and he idly thought why hasn’t anyone come and found them? Before what he and Zanka did came back to him full force, smacking him in the face like a wet fish. He looked around the room and saw Zanka still fast asleep beside him, very much so naked, their bodies tangled in the comforter. Panic began to set in, and he yanked back from Zanka’s hold, realizing one crucial part about five seconds too late.
Zanka was still inside him.
Rudo's eyes went wide as he made a half-choked, strangled noise, his body clenching down hard around Zanka. His cheeks flushed a deep red, and his heart raced as he tried to make sense of the situation. He moved his hands to push Zanka away gently, but Zanka's grip tightened around his waist, pulling him back in.
"W-what are you doing?" Rudo stammered, his voice thick with sleep and embarrassment.
Zanka's eyes lazily fluttered open, and for a moment, confusion flickered across his features. Then, realization dawned, and he smirked slightly, his eyes meeting Rudo's. "Jus keepin’ warm," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. He leaned in to press a soft kiss to Rudo's neck, his breath hot against the alabaster skin.
Rudo's heart stuttered at the touch, his mind racing. He didn't know what to say; his thoughts jumbled. He felt Zanka's cock still inside him, and his body responded despite the awkwardness. "Z-Zanka..." he managed, his voice strained. “Y-you’re still in-inside m-me.” He stuttered as Zanka rolled them over to be on top of him, the movement causing the dick to push deeper, making Rudo gasp.
Zanka chuckled, his eyes half-lidded with sleep. "Is that’a problem?" He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against Rudo's ear. "I can make ya feel good again," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down Rudo's spine. Rudo felt his body betray him as he grew wetter around Zanka's cock. He bit his lip, trying to hide his arousal.
"But..." Rudo began, his voice trailing off as Zanka's hand slid underneath his hoodie and up to his chest to his hardening nipples. He gently pinched one, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to Rudo's core. Rudo's eyes fluttered closed, and he moaned softly, his body arching into the touch.
"It's okay, Rudo," Zanka murmured, his voice soothing and gentle. "We're just taking care of each other." He kissed along Rudo's jawline, nipping and sucking gently. "Ya don't have ta be embarrassed." His other hand found its way to the hem of Rudo's hoodie, and he pulled it up to his chin, revealing his bare chest.
Rudo's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he felt the weight of Zanka's gaze on his exposed breasts, and he squirmed. Zanka, however, didn't seem to mind. His pupils dilated as he took in the sight of Rudo's chest. The silence grew heavier with every second that ticked by; the only sound filling the room was their erratic breathing.
Zanka's hands slid down Rudo’s body as he pushed himself up to sit on his knees, hands sliding all along the younger’s body. Now that the hoodie wasn’t in the way, Zanka could see everything. Rudo's chest rose and fell rapidly under his gaze, and he couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his loins as his eyes traveled down to look at the spot where they were still connected.
Then, BAMG! BAMG! BAMG! Three obnoxiously loud, lazy knocks came from Rudo’s door, accompanied by Enjin's voice. “Yo Rudo, you in there? You and Zanka are the only two we need to find for the head count. Everything okay?”
“Y-Yeah, Enjin!” Rudo pushed Zanka away from him, his dick sliding out of him with a squelching noise. Rudo nearly fell off his bed, nearly slamming his forehead, and took his bedside table as quietly as he possibly could in his panic, yanked open his dresser drawers, and hastily put on clothes, even though he knew Enjin couldn’t open the door with Shikage's automatic lock system on. “Zanka is in here, too. He came to get something from me when the power went out. We’re okay! Just stuck here till it comes back on!”
The silence from the other side of the door was almost deafening before Enjin’s voice responded, “Alright, I’ll let the boss know you’re both safe. The power should be back on soon since the storm has passed. And don’t try to kill each other, if the two of you haven’t yet, that is.”
Rudo's cheeks burned with a blend of embarrassment and anger at Enjin's teasing, while Zanka chuckled under his breath. As the footsteps retreated, the tension in the room thickened. They both knew they needed to talk, but neither wanted to be the first to break the silence.
“If Enjin ever finds out, he’ll NE-VER let us live it down!” Rudo hissed, his face flushing redder than the emergency lights above, jumping slightly as he tried to pull his pants over his hips. Some days, he hated having an ass; buying pants was a nightmare and a half.
Zanka, on the other hand, just lay there on the bed, sprawled out and still butt naked, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched Rudo fumble with his clothes. He eventually sighed and sat up slowly, sliding off the bed, picking up his clothes, and putting them on.
"Relax, Rudo," Zanka said, his voice still thick with satisfaction, "I ain’t goin’ ta tell anyone." He slid on his shirt and slid his belt through the loops of his pants, the leather creaking slightly as he tightened it. "It ain’t like it's the first time somethin’ like this has happened durin’ a lockdown."
Rudo shot him a glare, his hands shaking slightly as he pulled a new shirt over his head. "Just keep your mouth shut," he whispered harshly.
Zanka chuckled, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Don't worry, Little Shit, yar secret's safe with me." He winked, and Rudo felt his cheeks burn with a mix of anger and embarrassment.