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He gets privileges so rarely, and when he does they're mostly supervised, so it isn't him who finds the video, it's one of the other guys. He walks into his dorm, exhausted, to a clutch of other boys, and one blurts out, "Hey, Jiang. Ain't this your bitch?"

It took him a second to figure out what he was looking at.

Next weekend, he gets a phone call. He's been sitting on it, waiting for the time, but he's got free time, and his phone, and Proko's number pulled up. He dials it, hand on the back of his neck, thinking about what to say and how to say it.

"Pick up," he mumbles to the ringer. "Pick up, pick up..."

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He laughs and holds Jiang's head still so he can kiss it. "Love it, baby. But I really miss being able to grab it." He grinned and pushed Jiang back so he could sit on top of him.

"You look really good, baby. Shit, I fucking missed you." He sinks down to kiss him.

Jiang smiles as Proko moves on top of him like that. He smooths his hands across his thighs, up to his hips. Just to touch him is miraculous, it seems like. He gave him a few chaste kisses over Parent's Weekend, but was so exhausted he couldn't do much more.

"Well, I'll look into the dress code and see how long they'll let me get it. Certainly won't be like it was for a little while."

"Doesn't need to be," he murmurs. "I mean, even this looks good. I just miss it."

Proko looks down between them, brushes his fingers lightly over Jiang's chest. "I started saving up for surgery and stuff," he admits. It's slow going, but he's been working on it. The nest egg he has is strictly for emergencies now, or helping to pay rent or utilities in the event he comes up short for any reason. Or if Jiang needs something. "Been looking for a doctor. And insurance."

"Yeah?"

Jiang is wary and excited all at once. He smooths his hands up Proko's sides, cups one breast and gives it a squeeze.

"I'll miss playin' with 'em. But I'm here. And I--I'll figure out my budget and pitch some at you, if I can. Start a donation in the dorms."

"I uhm. I dunno if they're gonna be the first to go," he admits. He could handle them, and they were pretty small anyway. His hand rests low over his stomach. "I dunno, I'll figure it out, I just. Figured I'd start saving and figure out the order from there."

He almost fucking tears up when Jiang talks about helping like that and Proko tries to pull himself together. "You don't have to do that," he whispers, because he doesn't trust his voice. "Your salary is gonna be shit."

Jiang looks down where Proko touches, and he inhales a little bit. It's sort of a relief to think about, Proko having things taken care of so that they wouldn't have to worry about things like today.

He brushes a kiss on Proko's collarbone. "I know, but I want to do it if I can."

Then, with another brushing kiss, he murmurs, "You've got plan B, right? Shit, baby--should've just worn a rubber. You were gonna be a mess even with me covered up..."

"Hey, hey," he whispers, meeting each kiss and giving Jiang another. "Don't worry about it okay? I've got one here. Even if I didn't, as long as I got it tomorrow morning I'd be solid."

He kisses Jiang again, reassuring. "Wanted to feel you in me like that for a long time," he admits, grinning a little. "And if I get that surgery first... just not gonna have to worry about it. You can raw me whenever you want, baby."

"That's," Jiang starts, but then dissolves into quiet laughter. He smiles and pinches Proko's side. "That's rude, sir. That's fucking rude."

Proko just grins and wiggles a little bit, then kisses Jiang again. "Yeah, and you're real into it, don't fuckin' lie, man."

He looks at Jiang and a weak, wet laugh escapes. "Shit now I'm-- I don't want you to go." He know Jiang still has a little bit of time, a couple hours, but it's not like they could just fall asleep together.

"I am," Jiang agrees, pinching Proko again, tickling up his sides. He loves Proko any way he can get him, and especially when he can make Proko feel good too.

He kisses him. He can't afford a demerit this early in his career at the academy and they both know it. He kisses Proko slow and deep and shifts him a little bit so he can rub against him filthily.

"We've got time," he murmurs against Proko's mouth. "We've got a little while. And I'm not on complete lock down."

His breath catches when Jiang rubs against him. "I know. And when classes start you get weekends, and you have free time before curfew. Theoretically."

He knew first year students were expected to spend a lot of time studying, and he knows Jiang will. But they'll have the freedom to see each other during the week if they want to. Mostly.

"You can come have lunch," Jiang says with a lazy sort of grin, rocking and grinding up against Proko. He's not hard, but it feels nice, and Proko's already starting to get a bit of a flush. "And we can find a stairwell for me to eat you."

His face gets hot at the idea of Jiang going down on him in a stairwell. "Gonna sneak me in? Get me away from all the tourists?" He grins at the thought and he moves his hips a little.

"I'm sure as fuck coming to noon formation sometimes. Gonna make faces at you if I can see you."

"Oh, you think it's gonna be that easy to make me break?" Jiang teases. He puts on a stoic expression, his resting bitch face for formations that he's been cultivating over the past weeks. He slides a hand down between Proko's thighs and sinks a finger in him. "You think I can't keep face with you watching me?"

He's seen that resting bitch face a million times and he almost laughs, but he's promptly distracted.

"Oh, fuck," he sighs, forgetting his argument entirely when Jiang's finger slips right in. Proko looks at him. "Could make a video while you're here," he murmurs. "If you-- if you wanted to."

He wants to offer it. They'll have to keep Jiang's face off screen some way or another, or make sure he's masked somehow.

"Not this time," Jiang says, keeping face still, fucking Proko with a second finger now too. "I wanna see you try and make me break face."

He wants to fuck again, but he wants it to be them. Not something that Proko puts out into the world. Just the two of them messing around and in love.

"Oh shit, Will," he gasps as Jiang pushes another finger in. Proko moves his hips, eager to feel him. "Weird fuckin way to practice, man." But he's not actually complaining.

He sits up more, small of his back arched to keep himself stable as he moves his hips, riding Jiang's fingers. His hands slide up to grip his breasts, squeezing tight before he tweaked one of his nipples, making himself gasp.

"You like it," Jiang assures. He braces his wrist as best he can as Proko starts to move on his hand, curling his fingers a bit so that he can rub for his g-spot again. The look of him fondling himself like that is almost enough to make him break. "You like being my sloppy slut."

"Yeah," he breathes. "You know I'll be any kind of slut you want, baby." Proko keeps one hand where it is while the other drifts down, brushing lightly over his clit before he pushes a finger in alongside Jiang's. Hips hips jump when Jiang hits just the right spot and it takes everything he has not to curl forward, to keep himself on display.

Jiang leans up, managing to keep face even as he brushes a little kiss against Proko's jaw. The feeling of Proko's finger alongside his own is almost overwhelming. And then he thinks how much more overwhelming it would be to have his cock in there, and he lets out a soft sigh.

"We should fuck you together sometime," he says, voice soft and thick. "Me and Kav."

"Oh, shit," he moans, tightening a little around their fingers at the thought. "Fuck yes." It comes out breathy, almost whispered against Jiang's skin. Proko pushes a second finger in and whimpers, hips moving to grind down on both of them.

After a moment he slips his fingers free, reaching behind himself to push them into his ass. He moans sharply, practically runs into Jiang as he curls for just a second, losing his posture.

"You want a toy in your ass while I fuck you?" The fact that he can just say it, just casual and blunt, without a flush or a change in his expression is nice. He wants Proko desperately, wants to make him feel good. Wants to make him his

"Yes," he gasps. "Oh shit, yeah. I want that. Wanna feel full with you." He arches his back, trying to ride their fingers. He doesn't know how Jiang is keeping a straight face.

"Better go get one, then," Jiang murmurs. He pulls his fingers out of Proko's cunt, and slaps him, a little rough. It's hard to keep face, but now it's sort of a personal challenge. It will be interesting if he can do this if Proko actually does come to noon formations, if he can keep the blush off his cheeks when he remembers Proko naked and needy.

Proko whimpers when Jiang's fingers slide out. He pulls his own free and he nearly falls over when Jiang smacks him like that. He moves, leaning over the edge of the bed to grab their box. He gets lube, one of his plugs - not too big, because he's never had himself filled up like that before and he doesn't know how it'll feel.

He grabs the lube to slick it up and eases onto his back, legs spread wide so Jiang has a good view as Proko works the toy in. "Fuck," he whimpers. "God, baby, you're gonna feel so good."