"Come on, man." Proko whines tries to get more from Jiang's fingers as he rocks his hips with more urgency. He just needs something, some relief. He's desperately aware of how easily Jiang's fingers are slipping, sliding. He bites his lip, pushing his face against his arm.
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Date: 2017-04-15 06:00 am (UTC)