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Jiang manages. He wants, badly. More than he knows how to say. But he manages, holding himself just a breath away from Proko until they can slip inside the locker room.

He kisses Proko up against one of the banks of lockers as soon as he can. His hand slides to Proko's thigh and up, between his thighs, to grab him roughly.

Proko grunts when his back hits the lockers but the sound is muffled by the kiss. He grabs at Jiang, holding him tightly as a hand grabs between his legs. They've been doing this long enough, he feels safe enough, that his hips jerk towards the touch rather than trying to get back.

"Shit," he gasps, already too hot and too eager.

Jiang kisses him again, more tongue this time, and hums against it. He moves his fingers on the outside of his uniform pants, putting enough pressure that it's obvious touch and not just a tease.

"I wanna eat you out, baby," he mumbles against the kiss. "I've been thinkin' about it all day. Your ass in these pants--shit."

Proko pushes his hips towards Jiang's touch and he grins against his mouth. "Fuckin' get to it, huh?" He gives Jiang a slight push - if he's gonna eat him out, his pants need to come down. "You wanna do it here? Up against the lockers?"

Hey, this is Jiang's fantasy. Proko's pretty content to let him decide where the action takes place.

Jiang only goes about a step off. He bites his lip and scrapes his gaze over Proko, head to toe and back, drinking him in. He tugs at his pants a little.

"Bent over the bench," he breathes, half a question. He palms himself through his jeans. "Like some sort of fuckin' porno shit."

"Fuck," he laughs. Proko pushes away from the lockers to get over to a bench. He shoves his pants down but, for the moment, leaves his jockstrap right where it is. He knows how it looks framing his ass. He bends over the bench, leaning on it with his ass in the air, pants around his knees.

It's a lovely view.

Jiang admires Proko for a moment, the way his thighs look, how his ass is framed, the barest hint of his cunt. He palms himself through his jeans and lets Proko linger there, bent over and waiting.

Slowly, be approaches him. He sidles right up behind him, and slips his hand inside his jock, touching his cunt. "Goddamn, baby."

Proko moans, hips lifting, pushing towards Jiang's hand. "Told you," he breathes, face hot. He knows what a mess he is. "Told you I was fucking ready for you, huh?"

He's aching and Jiang's touch is a tease. He tries to get a little more pressure and grips the edges of the bench, keeping his chest against it.

"You sure the hell are, baby," Jiang purrs, still teasing Proko's cunt. He kneels down behind him then, using his free hand to spread Proko's ass. "God, you always look so fuckin' fantastic."

"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.

Jiang leans in and licks obscenely against Proko's asshole. It's not the first time they've done this, but it's the first time like this--vulnerable, potentially dangerous with the publicity of it. Jiang groans, rubbing his cock through his jeans.

"I wanna fuck you so bad, baby."

"Fuck," he moans against his arm, trying to muffle the sound as he rocks back towards Jiang's tongue. "Want you to fuck me, Will. C'mon."

Proko leans his weight on his chest and tries to spread his legs wider, like he could be more inviting.

"Gotta get you ready, baby," Jiang breathes, licking obscenely at him, smiling. "Can't just shove my thick cock in your ass. Gotta get you ready for me."

"Oh, fuck." Proko feels an obscene throb when he realizes Jiang's going to fuck his ass. He tries to keep his hips still as Jiang's tongue teases him. "Holy shit, don't stop, don't stop."

Jiang focuses on that for a moment, on just getting Proko utterly wet. When he finally eases a finger into him, it's slow.

"You look so fuckin' good."

Prokopenko's stopped using English by now, just trying to ride Jiang's tongue. He whimpers when he loses that but at least he finally gets a finger. "Fuck," he moans, struggling to keep his voice down - aware that they can get caught. "Fuck I want your cock so bad," he breathes, accent heavy.

"In a minute here, baby," Jiang promises. He pulls back, taking off his bag and rifling in it quickly, digging out lube and a condom.

He slides his finger back, slicks two, and pushes back in slowly. "How's that, baby?"

Words come out but they're in Ukrainian, and he doesn't bother to translate, just pushes back as Jiang's fingers sink in. "I want-- I want--" That's all he can get out before he's pushing his face against his arm again, trying to just stay quiet.

Jiang purrs a little. He keeps working his fingers, getting a little rough. He grabbed the lube and poured some directly on Proko's crack, grinning.

"You're gonna be such a fuckin' mess, baby. Glad you're wearin' this jock. Gonna be a fuckin' mess when I'm through with you."

"Fuck, Will," he moans. The slick slide of the lube, cold against his skin, is obscene, especially with Jiang fucking him like that, rough and quick. Proko presses down against the bench, grinding, rubbing desperately against it for any relief.

Jiang groans a little. He slips his fingers out of Proko, and hauls his hips up.

"Feet on the floor, baby," Jiang breathes. "I want that angle on you--goddamn, you look fucking good. Gonna feel so good."

A ragged, frustrated little whine escapes when Jiang drags his hips away from the bench. "Gimme your cock, c'mon Jiang." His left hand slides back to hold himself open. "Fuck me over this bench, baby."

Jiang swore, fumbling the lube and slicking himself up. It happened, all in a rush, a quick, wicked want, and then he was pushing into Proko's ass slowly.

It was the first time he'd been inside Proko without a condom on. "Shit, baby."

He bites his sleeve as Jiang pushes in, trying to be quiet. It's a stretch but he likes it, he's into it, and Jiang's so fucking slick. Proko tries to keep his hips up at the angle Jiang put them at.

"Oh fuck," he moans, mouth falling open as Jiang bottoms out. "Oh fuck you feel good."

Jiang was still a moment, just relishing the feeling of Proko tight around him.

And then he settled in. He gripped Proko's hips and started to move, fucking him slowly at first, but harder and faster. He swore under his breath as he moved, the thrill of it deep in his bones.