supra_et_ultra | (no subject)

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.

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.

The noise of them fucking is slick and obscene, echoing a little bit in the locker room. Jiang's cheeks flame with heat, with the thrill of it. He hopes, desperately, that this is half as good for Proko as it is for him.

He feels the shift when Proko starts to touch himself and he swears. It takes a little maneuvering, but he manages to slip his fingers into Proko's jock again, sliding two fingers into his cunt as he keeps fucking him.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" he breathes, desperate and shaky. "You gonna come with my cock in your ass? Holy shit you feel good."

"Oh shit," he gasps, hips jerking as Jiang's fingers sink in. "Oh shit, oh fuck-- yeah-- yeah I'm gonna come." Proko feels like he's burning up in all the best ways. He tries to fuck himself on Jiang's fingers, riding back to meet every thrust. He keeps his own fingers on his clit, urgent, desperate.

"Fuck!" Proko's voice breaks as he cries out, getting tense underneath Jiang, shaking hard.

Jiang is, first of all, impressed with himself for managing to get this far without coming. It doesn't last. Proko goes tight around him, makes that noise as he comes, and Jiang manages just one more thrust before he's coming, rough and buried as deep as he can get, in Proko's ass.

He grips Proko's hips and holds him close as his cock twitches, making a mess.

He feels it, he fucking feels it and Proko moans as Jiang shoves deep and stays there, holds him there. Proko lays against the bench, panting and knowing he's a fucking mess.

"Holy shit," he breathes, mouth hanging open as he tries to catch his breath.

Jiang breathes out slowly. He groans a little, slowly pulling out. "Holy shit," he breathes, just taking a second to admire the obscene look of Proko like that.

He presses his thumb into Proko's ass, plugging him up for a second. "Good sweet Jesus, you look fuckin' sexy right now."

Proko groans when pulls out only to plug him back up again. He pushes himself up a bit, just so he can try to look over his shoulder at him. "Take a picture," he says, mostly meaning it.

Heat lances through Jiang, and his cock twitches. He roots into his jeans pocket, as best he can with them open and only one hand, until he gets his fingers on his phone.

Softly, he says, "Hey, pull your jock down a little. I want the full picture. Let me see all of you, baby."

Proko adjusts himself on the bench, keeping his chest against it so he can use both hands to pull his jock down, exposing his cunt. His face is hot, realizing what a fucking mess he must look like.

"Like that?"

"Holy shit," Jiang breathes. His cock is already almost hard again, throbbing with want at the sight of him. He snaps the picture, puts his phone aside, and leans in to lick at Proko's cunt, at his ass, holding him open with the thumb in him.

"I wanna fuck you again," he mumbles, a shivering breath of need. "I wanna take you somewhere. Fuck, baby."

"Oh fuck," he gasps, hips jumping when Jiang licks him, thumb still in him. "Fuck, yes. I-- I need to-- you gotta get outta my ass if you want me to get up, man," he laughs, breathless and delirious with want. He wants Jiang inside him again, but not here.

Jiang laughs and eases his thumb out of Proko's ass. He helps pull his uniform pants back up, and then stands, shoving his cock back in his jeans.

"Where you wanna go?" he asks, helping Proko back to his feet, and then kissing him. "Or we could just drive somewhere. Fool around in the back seat."

"Anywhere you can fuck me, man. But I want your dick again." He covers up again with Jiang's help and once they're all righted he leans to meet the kiss, hands gripping Jiang's shirt. "Wherever, okay?"

He reaches down to palm Jiang's cock through his jeans. "Just maybe not anywhere that's gonna take long to get to, huh?"

Jiang groans a little at the touch. He kisses Proko, hungry and desperate and, in the fact of it all, adoring. They can't go back to his house; his mom is home. But he'll find them somewhere.

Even if it is just the back of the car.

"C'mon," he mumbles against Proko's mouth.

He holds the back of Jiang's neck as they kiss, leaning up and kind of pulling him down at the same time. He's fucking tall, okay?

Prokopenko doesn't even offer to go to his place. He can't. If his dad is around they'll get fucked up for one reason or another and he's just not going to tempt fate.

He gives Jiang a push and grabs his bag. "You drive," he says as they leave the locker room.

They go out to the car. Probably, they'll have to come back later for Proko's. It doesn't matter right now. Jiang wants to kiss him, right there beside the Supra, but there are still people milling on campus, and the last thing either of them need is chattering getting back to Kavinsky or Skov, or the administration and then their parents, about them dry humping in the parking lot.

They get in. Jiang grabs Proko by the back of the neck in the quiet behind tinted windows, and he kisses him hungrily.

"I wanna see all of you," he murmurs against Proko's mouth, and then catches his lip in a rough bite.

Part of him hates the secrecy, but he knows how necessary it is. His dad doesn't care what he dresses like, is probably happier to have a son. But whatever Proko wears and calls himself, his father would be pissed to know he's fucking around with guys. And he doesn't want to think about what Kav or Skov would do.

He drops into Jiang's car and all he wants to climb into his fucking lap. Proko moans into the kiss, very nearly climbs over the divider between the seats. Then he freezes.

"What?" he breathes, managing to wait until Jiang lets his lip go.

He's said the wrong thing. But it's out there, and they're sitting there in the quiet of the car. They haven't gone anywhere. Proko's not trapped.

Jiang looks at him softly. He pushes a hand gently into Proko's hair.

"You heard me," he says, tender in the words. "It's not a make it or break it, P. I...I never have to, if you don't want. But I'd like to. Jesus, Illya, you're just so..."

"I'm what?"

He's staring at Jiang and desperate to hear-- Proko doesn't even fucking know what he wants to hear. Part of him just wants to say yes. They've been at it for a long time and Jiang's never pushed him, never tries to touch skin that Prokopenko keeps covered up after his pants are down.

"Fuckin' fantastic," Jiang breathes. He rubs his finger nails against Proko's scalp and leans in to kiss him sweetly. "You're so fuckin' fantastic, baby. I can't believe how spectacular you are."

He nuzzled a little. "That doesn't change if I see you head to toe, baby. You know that."