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#enzn I need Enjin to kiss Zanka sloppily, jamming his tongue into his mouth, hands cupping his face persistently to keep him in place. I need Zanka to respond to such action with surprise and rejection at first, until the resistance melts away and he starts corresponding to the kiss, making desperate noise, accepting every assault. I need Zanka to get drunk on those kisses, that when Enjin pulls back, he grunts and tries to drag the older man back to the game. "I'm such a fucking bad influence for you," Enjin sighs, the crudeness meets genuine concern. I need Zanka to go, "Yes, you are," and just grabbing Enjin's neck, resuming their previous activity. With more fervor. With more passion. I need Enjin to let Zanka take the wheel this time, letting him navigate their kisses, dominating his lips, satisfying the greed. "I'm the worst," Enjin pants, between the relentless attacks. Zanka kisses like he fights; not giving a single break to his opponent. Until they admit their defeat. And honestly, Enjin fucking loves it.