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    𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘟
    𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯' 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵
    𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴
    𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴

    “If you’re doubting, feed it to me first.”

    “Like this?” Zanka holds the pill to Jabber’s mouth.

    “With a kiss, baby, don’t be heartless.”

    And before Jabber knows it, Zanka’s lips are lush against his. This one’s considerably more messy, more teeth and tongue than lip or mouth. Jabber sighs into the kiss, feeling the pill make its way in, where he swallows dutifully. They kiss some more, Jabber craning his neck awkwardly to meet Zanka. This is torture. Not because of the pain, he likes that, but because of how little they can actually touch. And Jabber loves to touch, copping feels of Zanka’s ass, his chest, he doesn’t give a shit. He loves that man’s body.

    Or, Jabber is a masochistic man craving his favorite high.

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