"Missed you," he slurs, voice a little raw after having his throat fucked. "Fuck you feel so fucking good-- ah."
His hips jump the next time Jiang smacks his ass. Proko tries to brace against the bed to keep from sliding, though the idea of Jiang cramming him up against the headboard isn't an unsavory one. He's aching, throbbing. He wants to beg to come, but he tries to hold it back - he doesn't deserve to ask for it.
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Date: 2017-06-30 07:07 am (UTC)His hips jump the next time Jiang smacks his ass. Proko tries to brace against the bed to keep from sliding, though the idea of Jiang cramming him up against the headboard isn't an unsavory one. He's aching, throbbing. He wants to beg to come, but he tries to hold it back - he doesn't deserve to ask for it.