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His hand stops, fingers curling tight in the blanket beneath him to resist the temptation. Every slap stings and between every hit his ass bounces off of Jiang's hips, making it impossible to ignore. He feels so fucking good and he's almost worried he could come just like this. He tries o be careful but focusing is becoming impossible.

"Wanna feel you," he moans.

"Gonna," Jiang promises. He won't last long. Not like this, not after so long. He'd sort of hoped that not really doing anything for almost two months would mean he'd be a little better about not being a hair trigger. At least he managed to fuck Proko's mouth without coming.

As it was, he lasted just a few more thrusts before he grabbed Proko's hips and buried himself in deep, coming inside of him. "Shit!"

"Shit," he echoes, arching beneath Jiang as he comes in him. He can feel it and another sound sobs out of him; he's wanted to feel him like this since they started hooking up. Jiang's always been careful.

He feels marked inside and out, and he didn't realizes how badly he's been wanting it until now.

For a moment, Jiang lingers. When he finally moves, it's an almost hesitant thing. He pulls out, and then rolls Proko onto his back. He looks at him, but can only do it for a moment. Then, he takes off his cover and puts it over Proko's head, angled down low over his eyes.

He sinks down between Proko's legs, grabbing his thighs and hauling him in as he licks and sucks at his clit.

He tries to catch his breath as Jiang pulls out. Proko moves easily onto his back, and he gets to see Jiang's face just for a few moments before suddenly Jiang's cover is on him, blocking his view again.

But then Jiang's mouth is on him and Proko's eyes snap shut anyway. "Will," he cries out, thighs tense against Jiang's shoulders as he tries to ride his tongue. "Oh fuck-- oh fuck. Please, please can I come-- ah."

He wants to grab Jiang's head but he doesn't dare; he has to be satisfied with grabbing at the blanket bunched up beneath him.

"That fast?" Jiang asks, pulling away, teasing Proko with it. He breathes against the inside of one of Proko's thighs. "I'm not even hard again, and you want to come already?"

Proko whimpers and he tries to pull himself together. "You-- you surprised after fucking me like that?" he manages. His trembling eases when Jiang takes a break. He wants to look at him. He's aching to see Jiang's face but he doesn't want to ruin this. He doesn't want to break a rule.

"Maybe I should have started with this," he says softly. His fingers move, teasing, deft, over Proko's cunt. "Made your squirm. Made you beg for it like the slut you are."

He sank a single finger into Proko's slick cunt. "Do you beg for Kav, baby?"

He lifts his hips as Jiang's finger slides in. It's not enough but it still feels good. "Always beg for you," he breathes as he tries to fuck himself.

Proko wet his lips and he can feel the heat in his face. He can't lie to Jiang anymore. "When I was high," he murmurs, thinking of the way he begged bent over the railing outside. He remembers begging at the substance party.

"So, any time you've hooked up?" Jiang can't fault Proko for his indulgences. He's jealous. He spent so much time blazed out of his mind that going sober was a nightmare some days.

He holds Proko's hips down to the bed and moves his finger slowly, careful to not brush Proko's clit.

He makes a soft, miserable sound when Jiang pins his hips down and proceeds to fuck him at a glacial pace. He tries to squirm against his grip but there's not much to be had for it.

"Don't wanna think of him now," he breathes. His fingertips twitch, brushing against Jiang's arm.

Jiang keeps moving his finger slowly. That frustration still burns in him, but it's muted, water down now after his first orgasm.

He doesn't care if Proko doesn't want to think about Kav right now. Until Proko tells him to stop, he's doing it however he likes.

"You let him come inside you?" Jiang asks, voice tender, sweet. Knowing. He doesn't know how he knows, but he does.

Proko makes a soft sound, almost a whimper. Almost miserable.

"Yes," he admits, ashamed and feeling the heat in his face creep down to his chest. He'll be blushing down to his toes at this rate. Why did he do that? It's Kav, something in him whispers. Proko can't really remember a time he's ever said no to Kavinsky.

Jiang hums vaguely. Slowly, he eases in a second finger, but he doesn't go any faster than he was just a moment before. He presses deep each time, drags his fingers back with pressure in a little arch, seeking Proko's g-spot.

"Slut," he finally whispers. "You like him holding your hips, Illya? You let him fuck your ass?"

A soft cry escaped and his hips tried to jump against Jiang's hold when his fingers pushed against just the right spot. His thighs drew inward but he couldn't quite close them with the way Jiang was positioned between them.

"Fuck," he whines. "I-- I did. Will, please."

Jiang pulls his fingers almost all the way out, then sinks them back in slowly. He shoves a little more weight against Proko's hips, keeping them down and still.

"Which part?" he asks. "You let him fuck your ass? Or you liked him holding you like a slut while he fucked you? Both?"

"Both," he gasps out. Proko let go of the blankets so he could cover his head with his arms, holding the cover in place. He trembled the next time Jiang's fingers dragged over his g-spot.

This time, when he pulls his fingers back, Jiang slides them out. It's easy to shift them down, to rub against Proko's ass and sinking one finger in at that same glacial pace. There's enough messy slickness that it's easy going.

"Slut." It comes out hard, but a little teasingly sing-song. Now, given the space to think about it, listening to Proko's soft, gently whining voice, it's easier. He can think about it. He wishes he'd known earlier. "Think how good it would've been to tell me about him fucking you in those phone calls, Illya. You had two months of fucking around, and you could have been teasing me with it."

"Oh fuck." This is not where he expected this conversation to go. Proko squirms, trying to rock towards Jiang as his finger sinks in. He feels fucking easy.

"You-- you'd want that?" he breathes, trying to wrap his head around the idea.

Jiang says nothing. He lets the idea sink in. For now, he just moves his finger slowly, so slowly, working Proko open. He's starting to get hard again, and he wants to be able to just slide into Proko without any effort at all.

Proko can't stop trying to move his hips, can't stop trying to get more, faster. He's missed Jiang so fucking much and he feels desperate for him. Thinking of teasing Jiang, of tantalizing him, with stories of what he and Kav did together isn't helping.

"Please, baby," he whimpers. "I want you so fucking much."

"Yeah, and you'll get me, but not with one finger in your ass," Jiang assures. They both know he's too big for that, no matter what porn seems to think. He keeps working that single finger, keeps going at that slow, exhaustive pace.

"Please fuck me," he moans, voice strained. "I need-- need more." Proko is damn sure this isn't about what he needs but he can't stop his mouth from running.

One hand slides down, passing over his cunt just to feel where Jiang's pushing in, like he's intent on helping out. Anything to end the teasing.

Jiang moves his hand off Proko's hip just long enough to swat his hand away. He slaps his inner thigh, sharp and quick, sinking his finger in deep and just leaving it there as he pins his hips back down.

"Take what you're given, slut," Jiang growls. "You'll get my cock when I'm good and ready to give it to you."

"Fuck!" Proko jumps, trying to pull his thighs together after that slap, sensitive skin stinging sharply. He's pretty sure he's going to fucking die at this rate. "S-sorry," he manages, but his voice is strained.