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When Riyo said that she had prepared a surprise for him, Enjin expected basically anything except for this.
He was pretty confused at first when she pulled a girl into the cafe with her when he was under the impression that they were going to be meeting up for lunch just the two of them. The girl seemed incredibly nervous, clothed in pastel blues and a short skirt that she kept anxiously pulling down.
But as the two of them approached, Enjin's brain flatlined to process what he was seeing.
That wasn't a girl at all. It was Zanka. His boyfriend of approximately three weeks.
Zanka, with his face pink and eyelids dusted with smoky brown and glittery eyeshadow that beautifully complimented his eyes. Zanka, with a tiny blue sweater pulled over himself and still not covering his silky white button-up and the big bow at the collar. Zanka, with an unholy short skirt riding up on his toned thighs and sheer tights that teased skin between little ribbons that trailed up the front of his legs.
Zanka, who would never in a million years wear something like this, or so he thought. It should be cute, and it was. It was cute in the way a hand-crafted, buttercream frosted, triple-tiered cake was cute. Like he was just begging to be eaten.
He awkwardly cleared his throat when Riyo grinned at him and gestured Zanka to sit down in the booth across from him, but she didn't take a seat herself.
"Well?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, "What do you think? I think I did a pretty good job."
Enjin hadn't had a voice crack in years, but it managed to crack when he asked his boyfriend hoarsely, "Did she put you up to this?"
Zanka fidgeted in his seat, shoulders drawn up when he replied, "No. It was my idea."
There could not have been a more fatal answer for Enjin's brain. Fuck, he was already a bit hungover from last night, but now his head was pounding for an entirely new reason. He glanced Zanka up and down again, just… trying to take it all in.
He'd known the two students for a long time, Riyo having introduced her best friend to him a few years ago. He really had tried to keep his hands off, but between Riyo's teasing attempts to get them together and Zanka's blatantly obvious crush, he did eventually end up cracking.
Still, he kinda assumed that he knew Zanka's little quirks already. The boy chewed on his lip when he was nervous, blushed up to his ears and down his neck when he got flustered. He spun his pencils around his fingers when he was bored. He tended to get heated easily when people tried to talk down to him or treat him like a kid. He was cynical, bratty, arrogant, and breathtaking exactly the way he was. Never in his life did he think that this kid would willingly get all dolled up in a pretty skirt and go out in public looking like the human version of a cake pop.
Riyo giggled mischievously, patting Enjin on the back and announcing, "Welp, I've gotta catch Eishia at the library. You two have fun!"
And then she left, grabbing a mobile-ordered coffee off of the counter as she disappeared through the front door.
Zanka was chewing on his pink-tinted lip again, finger curling around his tassel earring and spinning it in slow circles. Each of his fingernails glinted in the light, painted with a sparkly blue that shifted into rainbow hues under the illuminating lamp that hung over their table.
"You look beautiful," he murmured, finally collecting himself. "I didn't know Riyo owned outfits like that."
Zanka buried his face in his hands, but the tips of his ears were burning red. "The clothes are mine. She just keeps them at her place for me."
There was not enough air in this cafe. "They're yours?"
"I was embarrassed to tell ya. My family doesn't know, but I uhm, well, Riyo started doing girls nights and dressin’ me up all fancy sometimes a couple years ago. We go hang out somewhere for awhile, shop, get boba n’ whatever. It's… kinda our secret," the younger boy admitted, finally looking up at Enjin in the eyes, and oh, that flustered and hopeful expression was deadly. "And… now it's your secret too, so don't ya dare tell anyone."
Luckily for Zanka, that would not be an issue. Enjin was perfectly content to keep this side of Zanka to himself. Or hell, maybe just the whole entire boy. Now that he had his wits about him, he was almost annoyed that the random customers at the cafe got to see the same show just because they happened to be in the right place at the right time. Then again, that meant they also had to know that Zanka was his.
He would be sure to thank Riyo for this later.
The moment they got inside Enjin's house from their little cafe date, the man had Zanka pinned against the front door. His hands roamed up Zanka's lithe body, cupping his hips, his waist, rucking up that soft blue sweater and wrinkling his silky shirt when he lowered himself down to Zanka's level, lips inches away.
"Can I kiss you?" he breathed, hovering so close he could smell the subtle sweetness of perfume clinging to the boy's neck.
Zanka answered without saying a word, wrapping his arms around Enjin's shoulders and closing the distance between their lips. He tasted like the vanilla latte he drank and just a hint of blueberry chapstick, which was soft and plush and slightly sticky against his mouth despite the fact he knew Zanka was usually horrible at keeping his lips hydrated.
Of the generous handful of kisses since they finally got together, this one quickly ratcheted up near the top of the list. Zanka was a cute kisser. Shy at first, but he got bolder the longer they went for, licking back against Enjin's exploratory tongue as it invaded his pretty little mouth. But he was needier than usual, panting in short gasps into Enjin's mouth, insistent in the way he tried to take a little more control. Lithe, callused fingers wove into the longer blond hair above his undercut and pulled him in more insistently, a tiny little moan falling from him when Enjin chased his tongue until he was pressed flat against the wall.
When Enjin pulled back, he left the younger boy red-faced and panting for breath, lips slightly puffy and eyes wide.
"Look at you," he murmured appreciatively, catching Zanka's chin between his thumb and index to study how his eyeshadow sparkled as his head was angled, long lashes flecked with mascara. "This was your idea, huh?"
Zanka flustered even further, shoulders pulling up to his ears, and nodded.
Enjin leaned in to purr against Zanka's neck, "And what brought this on?"
The boy mumbled something that was almost impossible to make out, if Enjin wasn't leaned up so close to him to press light kisses against the collumn of his neck.
"I wanted ya to look at me."
"Well," he chuckled lowly, "You've got my attention, alright."
Zanka groaned, leaning his head defeatedly against the door. "You're gonna kill me, Enjin," he complained, "I've been droppin’ hints left and right. Are ya sure you're paying attention this time?"
Enjin paused mid-kiss, hovering over the curve of Zanka's neck. "I've been paying attention."
Small hands found their way to the front of Enjin's jacket, pulling the man in more. Zanka sounded almost annoyed when he muttered, "Stop treatin’ me like a kid. I want ya, Enjin."
Enjin's brain stuttered. Did Zanka know what he was asking for? The hints he had been dropping weren't all that subtle — Zanka was famously bad at subtlety since all of his emotions showed so plainly on his face — but Enjin had been keeping himself reigned in until he was certain the boy was actually ready. Even if that took just about all of the self restraint he had.
"You're sure?" he asked, "You don't have to force yourself just because I—"
Zanka captured his wrist in a firm grip, guiding his hand down south, until it brushed over the front of the boy's pretty little skirt and the tent of his swelling dick. "Just fuck me already," he huffed in exasperation.
Enjin princess carried him into the bedroom, kicking the door closed so that he could pounce on Zanka the moment he set the boy down on the edge of the mattress. He leaned over Zanka, forcing him onto his back, caging his legs in for better leverage, hand wrapped around the boy's back to raise his hips until they were flush with each other.
"You're so fucking pretty," he praised, capturing Zanka's gloss-sticky lips with his own. He kissed the boy like he was starving for it, heat against heat, holding him close, pulling him in.
His boyfriend reciprocated in kind, perfect and sweeter than the sweetest delicacy. He tasted like sugar and heaven, or maybe that was just the desire that burned inside of Enjin's chest, shy and needy kitten licks against his mouth like a burning fever dream. Their hips slotted together, sparks of friction making both of them gasp against each other as they started to rock against each other.
It was blissful. Slow, lazy, fractured with stutters of their hips when pleasure made them speed up a little more, until the movement caused Zanka's skirt to ride up and expose him.
Enjin's brain nearly fried on the spot. He hooked his fingers into the exposed lace waistband, growling lowly, "Did you wear panties?"
Zanka nodded, frantically rubbing his barely-covered cock against the tented front of Enjin's jeans. "I thought you'd like ‘em."
"Fuck, kid," he muttered appreciatively. They were cute much like the rest of his outfit. Baby blue in a way that made his skin seem even more rosy, teasing Enjin beneath the sheer white tights, with a little bow on the front right where Zanka's straining cock was giving the lightweight fabrics a durability test. The little peek of skin would probably kill a lesser man. "You're really something."
He pulled the tights down only as much as he needed to, slipping his hand under the panties to push the fabric aside and let Zanka's cock free of its confines without taking the pretty lace off of him just yet. He took ahold of it, slowly stroking as Zanka shuddered from the sensation. "You're pretty here, too," he added, squeezing lightly as he worked the boy up. "That feel better, pretty boy?"
Zanka gasped his name, thighs rubbing together when his hips jerked into the touch. "Yes, fuck, Enjin…"
He was a divine little sight, the soft pink of his face and the gentle blue of his outfit and the sparkly sheen of his eyeshadow and the way his earrings fanned out around his head in a halo against the bedsheets. But the real kicker wasn't his outfit, nor the makeup. It was that look in Zanka's eyes, the satisfied curve at the corner of his lips, the way his brows knitted together in bliss as he was touched. It was the fact he went so far out of his way just to get Enjin's attention. That he had poured time and effort into getting all dolled up because he wanted Enjin to look at him and see something pretty, something worth devouring, something he wanted.
As if Enjin didn't look at him every single day and wish he knew just how loved he was, wish he knew just how beautiful he was. Enjin wanted him, all right. He wanted this boy so much it made his chest hurt on good days and kept him steady on bad ones.
It was probably time to show that.
Enjin sank to his knees between Zanka's legs, hovering over the edge of the mattress face-to-face with the pretty curve of Zanka's cock. "Wait, Enjin, you don't have t—" the boy tried to protest when Enjin leaned down to lick over the flushed head, but the words died on his tongue the moment his lips wrapped around the tip, cut off in a choked whine. Zanka arched into the sensation, needy and confused by the warmth around him.
He took it slow, giving Zanka time to adjust. The taste of precum hit his tongue when he swirled it around the delicate head, the boy whining as he took more of it down his throat. He'd shaved, smooth and soft when Enjin took him to the base, not a huge surprise when he was always delicately groomed. Zanka's legs were shaking where Enjin gripped them, fingers digging into the delicate texture of the finely-woven tights, tiny ribbons crumpling beneath his thumbs.
If he wanted to make Zanka feel good, he seemed to be succeeding. Muffled whines and cries fell from him like a sweet melody, peaking when Enjin's tongue lathed over him in certain ways. He found a rhythm that the boy seemed to enjoy, teasing the sensitive underside of the head and the vein beneath it with every slide of his lips along the shaft.
"Enjin… ‘m close…" he shuddered, legs involuntarily kicking against Enjin's chest.
He squeezed Zanka's thighs lightly in acknowledgement, diving in a little deeper until a sharp cry built up in the boy's throat. He wanted to hear every noise that Zanka had to offer, taste everything he could give, and etch it safely in his mind. The boy unfurled, tensing up when he came in little spurts against Enjin's tongue.
He didn't pull away until Zanka was done, until his tense body relaxed against the sheets. He gave Zanka's cock a small kiss before getting up from the floor before his knees killed him, the small gesture making Zanka burn even redder.
"Did you just kiss it?" Zanka asked, aghast.
"It was in my mouth just a second ago," he pointed out, chuckling at the way it made Zanka squirm. He pressed a small kiss to Zanka's cheek. "Are you feeling better now? That what you wanted?"
Zanka averted his eyes, hesitantly shaking his head.
"Oh?" Enjin pried, trailing more kisses down Zanka's neck and loosening the silky bowtie and unbuttoning the top few buttons to get better access to his shoulders. "You're gonna have to use your words. What do you want, baby?"
"I want you…"
"More specific, please."
"I want yer cock," Zanka choked out, hiding his face behind his hands in embarrassment, "I already told you I want ya to fuck me, Enjin!"
"There's a good boy," he cooed, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Bingo— it was like he said the magic words. One utterance of "good boy" and Zanka went pliant underneath him, melting like butter, exactly as predicted. A little giggle built up in the smaller boy, breathlessly leaving between his hands.
He decided to have a little bit of mercy. He rifled through the bedside drawer for some lube, squirting a bit on his fingers and dropping the bottle carelessly on the sheets to warm the gel up in his hand. Zanka gasped when Enjin rucked that little skirt out of the way and his fingers circled his rim, gently teasing the entrance and coaxing it to open up for him.
He focused on working Zanka open, his other hand running up Zanka's side in soothing circles while the boy soaked up his attention, positively basking in the mostly alien feeling of having something inside of himself. It was different from trying things out for himself— Enjin was more experienced, and even one of his fingers was so much comparatively larger that the stretch felt overwhelming.
When he was satisfied Zanka was taking it well, he leaned down to seal their lips together again, just so that he could swallow all of Zanka's little gasps as he was gently fingered open. They made out like that for awhile, Enjin's fingers curling to massage the sweet spot in slow and lazy movements. Mascara had begun to leave thin trails down the sides of Zanka's face when he eventually decided that was plenty and pulled back to survey his work.
It was a relief when he finally unzipped his jeans, freeing his trapped dick from its confines and pumping it a couple times for a little bit of relief. Zanka sat up to look, only for his jaw to drop when he took in the sight of the size and piercings.
"Still sure?" he asked, grinning.
Zanka nodded, barely forcing out, "Please."
He didn't need to be told twice. He squeezed more lube on himself and pulled Zanka's knees up onto his shoulders, pulling the panties down only as much as they needed to give him full access and carefully lining up with Zanka's entrance to sink slowly inside.
It was hot, so nice and soft and warm and divine, and Zanka was like a princess straight out of a fairytale. Perfect, so very perfect in every way. Enjin had never been a devout man, but he could probably worship Zanka for years without needing to stop for a breath between praises. Who needed air when Zanka was right there to fill the void?
He held Zanka steady when he bottomed out, murmuring praises and gentle affirmations when he started to move.
"You're so beautiful," he kissed below Zanka's chin, at the bob of his Adam's apple.
"So perfect," he whispered, lips ghosting over the hollow of his collarbones.
"Such a good boy," he breathed, trailing small pecks up the boy's jawline and nipping at the junctions of his ear.
Zanka melted even further under every sugary word, a gorgeous temptation wrapped in silky blues just for him, all for him. The sweetest delicacy in the world, sweeter than vanilla bean, richer than chocolate, smoother than caramel.
"I love you."
The words slipped out in spite of himself, sweet nothings turning to blatant honesty before he could stop it from happening. He stuttered in his movements, taken aback by himself, while Zanka looked like he could explode into an open flame.
But then Zanka's arms tightened around his back, pulling him down like an anchor in the storm, and whispered back, "I love you too. So much."
So, so very much.