"I bet I do," Jiang growled. They were scooting up, slowly, so that Jiang had to actually get up on the bed now. It changed the angle, the force, of his thrusts. He dragged Proko's hips up a little bit higher, gripping his hips and slamming them back as he rocked forward.

He leaned down over him, breathing raggedly against Proko's shoulder. "None of your toys are good enough, are they, slut?"