Almost as soon as he looked at him, Jiang felt the anger melt. He held onto it, the frustration and ache of betrayal. He needed that right now, just for a moment longer.
He stepped in, kicking the door shut behind him, before he grabbed the front of Proko's shirt and dragged him in, kissing him possessively.
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Date: 2017-06-30 05:58 am (UTC)He stepped in, kicking the door shut behind him, before he grabbed the front of Proko's shirt and dragged him in, kissing him possessively.