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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.

"You're not."

Jiang eases a second finger into Proko. He's not sure he'll last stretching Proko out at this rate. He's hard and desperate, and Proko sounds so good with that little whine in his chest.

"Play with your fucking nipples if you wanna play with something, man."

Proko grabs his breast, hard. He remembers days waking up with the shape of Jiang's fingers bruised into him. It doesn't feel the same when he does it to himself but he tries anyway, kneading and pinching, for Jiang's benefit as much as his own.

Jiang doesn't speed up his hand, but it's easier to get up to the third finger after the first two. He spits, lewdly, down onto the knot his fingers. It smears on Proko's cunt and ass, and he works him open steadily.

"Wanna be your mess," he mumbles, feeling fucking delirious as Jiang works him open. He knows he'll get his cock eventually but his patience disappeared when Jiang walked through the door.

He's half rolled onto his side, hips pinned. Jiang's cover is still in place, hiding his face, blocking his view; Proko's been diligent in making sure it won't fall off until Jiang moves i himself. He tries to ride Jiang's fingers with short, ineffective movements.

Jiang pulls his fingers back abruptly. He slaps Proko's hip.

"Roll back over on your face. Keep the cover on." He leans back and strokes himself a couple times, spitting into his hand so he can slick his cock up.

The smack gets a quiet moan. Proko rolls over, getting his knees under him so his ass is in the air. He moves the cover so it's perched on his head rather than covering his face - he doesn't want to fuck it up by pushing it against the bed or something. He buries his face against his forearms, resisting hard the urge to look back at Jiang. He feels exposed and slick, everywhere. Now that he's moved he swears he can feel Jiang's come on his thighs.

Jiang rubs against Proko for a minute, teasing him again. Proko looks good like this, almost too good. Now, almost all of the frustration has leaked out of him. All that's left is possessive desire, the need to remind Proko who he's with.

Kavinsky has always been a part of that, Jiang supposes. But he wants Proko to remember that he's here.

He presses in slowly.

"Fuck." Proko's voice comes out in a choked moan, a sob, as Jiang pushes in. It's still a little bit of a stretch but it feels so fucking easy. "Fuck yes-- oh fuck, Will." He grips the sheets and he starts trying to work his hips back, trying to get more, faster.

"You feel so fucking good."

Jiang cradles Proko's hips, lets him move to take it this time. Proko knows how he needs it. He feels like a silky hot vice around Jiang, tight enough that it's an ache in his lower belly to not come immediately. He uses his knees to spread Proko's legs, sinking in.

"That's it," he whispers. "That's it baby boy. Take that cock, you fuckin' slut."

When Jiang doesn't make him stop, Proko starts moving in earnest. His knees slide further apart with Jiang's pushing and he braces himself so he can ride his cock, fucking himself like he needs to.

His voice comes out in slurred praises, soft curses, as he loses his grasp on English.

As Proko moves, Jiang just holds still for him. He could come from this, easily. Proko's hips and the vice of his ass, and the long line of his back, and the cant of Jiang's cover perched on the back of his head like it belongs there. Proko stripped naked and Jiang barely out of his uniform.

"Shit," he breathes, squeezing Proko's hips and meeting him, finally. It's a hard, burying thrust. He starts into a counter rhythm.

Proko chokes on a moan when Jiang's hips push to meet his, getting him deep every time. All he can do is move and breathe, driven on by how good it feels every fucking time Jiang sinks in. He can feel the fabric of his uniform against the backs of his thighs and knowing that Jiang is almost fully dressed - in fucking uniform - just gets him hot.

"Don't stop," he pleads. "Wanna feel you come in me again, baby. Please, please--"

"Touch yourself," Jiang urges. "Come on my cock baby. Be that messy fuckin' slut I know you are."

He fucking sobs when he gets permission to come. He pushes his hands between his legs, three fingers sliding easily into his cunt even with Jiang filling his ass.

"Oh fuck," he whimpers, working his hips desperately. His fingers slide free so he can stroke his clit, hand moving furiously until every single breath is edged with a moan. "Can I come? Oh fuck please, please."

He can't hold back, though, and as soon as he finishes pleading he's coming, curling up beneath Jiang like he can trap the feeling as it shivers through him.