"Yeah," he gasps out, curling towards Jiang as he tries to keep the angle just right. He's so fucking close. A frustrated whimper escapes and he lets go of Jiang's shirt to shove a hand between them, stroking himself as Jiang fucks him. It's quick after that, just a few seconds before he's practically wrapped around Jiang, crying out sharply as the way his hips move changes, as his thighs tremble.

"Oh fuck," he moans, eyes squeezed shut.