"Oh shit," he gasps. "Oh shit--" His voice hiccups when he realizes he never heard the tear of a wrapper, and it just-- it feels different. Dizzy, wanting, Proko pushes his hips back, trying to get Jiang in him.
He doesn't care. He wants it so bad.
"Fuck me," he breathes, cheek against the back of the seat. "Fuck me, Will. Please."
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Date: 2017-04-19 06:59 am (UTC)He doesn't care. He wants it so bad.
"Fuck me," he breathes, cheek against the back of the seat. "Fuck me, Will. Please."