When Jabber saw Zanka cry for the first time, something in him awakened. It wasn't a single, silent tear or glistening eyes, but full on sobbing like a child. His cheeks were flooded with tears that seemed neverending, his chest wouldn't stop shaking with sobs and he was desperately trying to hide behind hands that were too busy trying to find anything grounding to hold onto. Eventually the boy tired himself out and he lifted his head, giving Jabber view of the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Glistening, red rimmed eyes, red and splotchy cheeks covered in streaks of tears and then he took a deep breath and it fucking hitched with leftover sobs. That sound, so cute and so fucking pathetic, made Jabber melt and simultaneously cum into his pants.
From that day on it became his mission to unreval Zanka and break him down to a pathetic, wailing mess. To be the one to break him and then make it all better with sweet yet degrading words and gentle hands. The best way to make that happen was by overstimulating his boyfriend and giving him backhanded praise.
He would have Zanka under him, pounding him into his sixth orgasm while delivering several sharp blows onto his thighs and ass, and Zanka would be trying, and failing, to hide his sobs by biting the shit out of a pillow. He would scramble for anything to hold onto until his hands found the arms that are caging him in and curl around them in a tight grip. It was such a small thing but so intimate and it gave Jabber a rush of power to be the one Zanka sought out for comfort even if he was the one to put him into his pathetic state.
Meanwhile Zanka didn't know where his head was at and wether he wanted to kill Jabber or crawl inside of his ribcage for comfort.
"Such a good fucking boy, Zanka, it's a shame you're a disappointment to anyone else. So fucking pathetic under me. We both know you never stood a chance against me, it's about time you get that into your pretty little head. Don't worry, there's strength in admitting that too. My baby's so strong, now fucking take it!"
Zanka desperately tried to take a breath but it shook and collapsed into another sob and that's all Jabber needed to paint his insides with his cum.
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Zanka is such a pretty thing, I just know his nose turns red and he whimpers when he cries. This is my first time writing anything smut ish (this vanilla ass paragraph y'all I can't, leave me tf alone😭) but that shaky breath you take after crying really does something for me. I don't want anybody on my ass about dynamics, in my book they're both doms/subs and switches. English isn't my first language and I just sprinkle commas where the vibe feels right, sorry for that. Bye.