Proko actually misses the pillows in Jiang's room, the ones he's nearly smothered himself in more than once just trying to be quiet, even if Jiang's parents stay on the other side of the house. It feels worse now, because Jiang's never fucked him like this before and it's good. It's really fucking good and Proko wants to be loud about it but the last thing he needs is to be caught in this locker room, bent over a bench with William Jiang.

"Don't stop," he pants, like a mantra, like a prayer, and he lets his cheek rest on the bench as his free hand moves between his legs, dipping beneath the jock to tease his cunt.