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Spring arrives with rain in Henrietta, and baseball practice at Aglionby starts anyway. Jiang doesn't normally give two shits about most of the sports at Aglionby. But he has a special, quiet spot for baseball.

Mostly that has to do with watching Illya Prokopenko in tight white pants and a navy jersey that manages to make his shoulders look wide and his waist nipped in neatly. He looks handsome in the baseball uniform, even when his knees and ass are muddy. A lot of the guys do, but especially Proko.

Jiang is aware that he's got it, and bad. But he's not about to say a damn thing.

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As soon as the door is shut he leans into the kiss, all but throwing himself against Jiang. "Fuck," he moans against his mouth, hands pushing into Jiang's hair. "Better make this fucking worth it, okay?" He's grinning as he says it, though, biting at Jiang's lips.

He reaches down to palm Jiang through his jeans, squeezing his cock.

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"Don't I always, baby?" Jiang murmurs against Proko's mouth. He groans and presses his hips forward. "C'mon. You wanna put on somethin' dirty, baby? I know you don't need it, but. Adds to the fun, right?"

They both know the password to the laptop left in the theater, for streaming movies. Means easy access to whatever porn they want to pull up.

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"Put something on," he breathes, pushing Jiang away from him. He'd have to turn away, a little, to work the laptop and everything. "Go go."

Prokopenko waits, and as Jiang's turned around he nudges his shoes off, and his socks. He shoves his pants off, his shirt, until he's standing there in just his jock and his binder, and he feels like his heart is in his throat again.

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Jiang smiles and goes to the computer, rooting around, seeing if there's anything downloaded. When he finds it, he laughs a little.

"Our man Joey's got a lot of damn gay po--porn. Hey there."

Jiang starts one of the downloaded video, but he's looking at Proko in just his underthings. He smiles softly and struts over. "Hey there, baby. Think I'm a little overdressed."

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"I like it," he says when Jiang's closer. "I like that you're still dressed." He likes the brush of fabric against his bare skin. Proko reaches, catching Jiang's hands to guide them to his binder. He shows him where it's fastened.

"Go ahead." His voice is almost a whisper but he looks up at Jiang earnestly. He trusts him. Wants this.

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Jiang kisses him, pulling the binder open, and then off. He only breaks when he has to, and then he kisses him again.

He reaches down, grabbing Proko around the middle and lifting him up off his feet. Proko's smaller, lighter than him. It's pretty easy. He carries him down to the front row of seats.

"You wanna watch me? Or Kav's twink porn?"

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Proko gets a little head rush when the binder comes off; he's been wearing it all day and it feels good to have it off. He doesn't have time to wallow in that, though, because Jiang lifts him up, kissing him the whole way until he's on a seat.

"You," he says. "I wanna watch you." Maybe he'll catch sight of the porn but it doesn't really matter. He doesn't need it, he's been ready to go since he noticed Jiang watching him during practice.

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"Background noise," Jiang murmurs. He hasn't looked down yet, just keeps watching Proko's face as they figure out their positions. "You gonna keep that jock on?"

Then, with a thrill of heat, his mouth smudging down Proko's neck, Jiang asks, "You want me in your ass again? Or...?"

He's never actually talked about Proko's cunt, not out loud.

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"You can take it off," he says, giving Jiang permission to get him fully undressed. Proko wets his lips, feeling delirious with Jiang's breath on his neck. He grabs one of Jiang's hands, guiding it between his thighs. Like he doesn't already know what a mess Proko is.

"Want you in my cunt, Will. And you can come wherever you want huh?" He grabs Jiang's hair, pulls his head up so he can lick at his lips, then kiss him. "Okay?"

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Jiang shivers a little. He rubs at Proko's cunt through the jock, and then wrestles him around gently so he can get it off, though a part of him likes the idea of just moving it enough to fuck him.

"I've got a condom," he murmurs, kisses smudging down further. He finds the top of one breast and grazes his teeth carefully. "If...since..."

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Proko just nods when Jiang mentions the condom. They always use them and that can't change now, as much as it frustrates Prokopenko. "Yeah," he manages to say. "Yeah, I know."

The scrape of teeth makes goosebumps rise and disappear and he tries to get closer to Jiang, encouraging him. "It's okay," he murmurs, pushing one hand into Jiang's hair.

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Jiang slides two fingers into Proko's cunt, fingering him roughly, groaning at the sweet feel of that wet heat. He bites at Proko, not quite rough yet, but the promise that he could leave marks.

"Fuck, baby."

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"Shit," he gasps, eyebrows pulled together as he tries to ride Jiang's fingers. "More, more." Everything that happened in the locker room feels like foreplay for this and Proko already thinks he'll fall apart any second. He's painfully aware of how wet he is, slick and needy and ready.

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"Shit," Jiang murmurs in agreement.

He sinks his mouth a little and bites, sucking at the plush skin of a breast to draw up a bruise. His cock twitches in his jeans as he shoves a third finger into him.

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"Fuck!" Proko throws his head back, bouncing it off the seat back, and he grips Jiang's hair as he bites a bruise onto him. His mouth falls open and even as he tries to keep his torso still he fucks himself onto Jiang's fingers, desperate.

"I just-- Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," he pants, his other hand grabbing Jiang's shirt just to hold onto him.

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"You gonna come for me, baby?" Jiang breathes, tracking his lips and teeth to the other breast. He bites there, more gently, fucking Proko with his fingers. "You gonna come all over my hand like a fuckin' slut? Fuck, baby."

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"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.

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Jiang works Proko through it, keeps fucking him. He's desperate, hungry, for the way that Proko whines and squirms and squeezes on his fingers.

"Baby," he whispers, then huffs a sigh. "God, I want you so bad."

He slides his fingers out and tugs at Proko, getting him onto his knees and half-bent over the back of the seat. He puts a knee on the seat as well, kisses at Proko's neck and shoulder as he grinds his still-clothed crotch against Proko. "You're a fuckin' mess babe."

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Proko moves without resistance, boneless as Jiang positions him. His hands shake as he shoves the arm rests on either side of them up, giving his knees room to slide further apart. He clings to the back of the seat as Jiang pushes up against him.

"Because of you, huh? Mess for you." He pushes his hips back against Jiang, blindly seeking. He tries to present himself, wants it to be easy. "Jiang, c'mon man."

One hand slides from the back of the seat and he reaches between his legs, trying to spread himself open. His face is hot; he feels utterly exposed but-- but he kind of likes it.

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"Holy shit," Jiang breathes. He pulls back only far enough to open his jeans, shove them down far enough that he can pull his cock out. He rubs the head of his cock against Proko's ass, still a little sloppy.

And then against Proko's cunt, still bear.

"Oh shit, baby," he whispers. Behind them, the porno plays, a noisy cacophony of moans. "Shit, you're so fuckin' wet for me."

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"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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Jiang shivers. He can still stop, still pull back, get that condom.

He wraps his arms around Proko, grabs him by the chest. His mouth scoots close to Proko's ear as he squeezes him. "You want me to raw you, baby? I'll pull out. Tell me what you want, baby."

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"Put your dick in me, man," he whines, trying to push back on him. Jiang's hands are perfect, holding him, grabbing him. "Fuck me, Will. Fuck me and come wherever you want, okay? Just-- just not there." His face gets hot as he says it because it feels like admitting something.

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"I won't, baby," Jiang assures. He wants to, a part of him wants to. But that's what condoms are for.

For now, though, with his hands on Proko's breasts and his cock so hard it hurts, he slams into him. Everything is hot, slick, desperate. He bottoms out quickly, and then rocks forward just a touch.

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Proko wonders if he should try to be quiet, but he can't. He moans loudly when Jiang shoves into him. He almost crumples against the seat, barely able to keep himself up. It feels so fucking good. He's impatient, though, and he tries to start riding Jiang's cock, obscene and desperate.

He's still talking but it's all in loose, rambling Ukrainian now. He can't even think in English.