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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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"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."

Jiang stays where he is. He settles in to watch Proko, to see how he takes it, how he looks taking it. A faint blush has begun to creep over his ears, but his face remains stoic and still, even with his eyes blazing and dark.

He touches Proko's inner thigh. "You want to stay on your back?"

"Yeah," he murmurs. "Wanna see your face break when you slide your cock into me." Proko grins but it vanishes before he moans, arching his back as the plug eases fully into place. Proko slides his hand away, teases his fingers over his cunt, spreading it for Jiang.

"Oh, you still think I'm gonna break, huh?"

Jiang slides two fingers into Proko's cunt while he spreads it like that, a rough, quick jab. Proko feels impossibly tight with the plug in his ass like that. It's a struggle not to groan at the thought of being inside him.

"I-- I think you will when you-- when you get your dick in me," he gasps, arching his back as Jiang just pushes two fingers into him. "Oh fuck, Jiang," he whimpers, pushing his hips toward him. "Baby, I wanna feel you."

"You are feeling me," Jiang points out. He even manages to not smirk shittily about it, though he wants to. Proko looks good like this. And it's all for him right now.

He reaches down and strokes himself with his free hand. "Say what you want."

"I wanna feel your cock, Will. Please, I wanna feel you stretching me open." His hand slides up, fingers twisting, teasing his nipple as Jiang strokes himself.

It's good and sweet and filthy. Jiang strokes himself just a couple more times and then slides his fingers out of Proko. He grabs him by the thighs and hauls him closer.

"Hold it in, baby," he whispers, face as stoic as it can be. "Hold that plug in your ass so it doesn't pop out when I fuck your slutty pussy."

The fact that Jiang's lowering his voice makes Proko hopeful that he's gonna break. He does as he's told, reaching down to hold the plug in his ass after Jiang pulls him down the bed. He forgot how good it felt to be pushed around by him.

He keeps his thighs spread, bites his lip as he looks up at Jiang, just holding his gaze. "Lemme feel you," he murmurs.

Jiang slid forward, holding onto Proko's thighs. He nudged at him, trying to slide in without guiding himself. He rubbed and nudged against him, trying to keep face, trying to not break when he could feel how slick and wet Proko was.

He reached down and grabbed the root of his cock, and pushed in slowly.

Proko didn't have to keep face when Jiang rubs against him. He lets everything show, moans heavily when Jiang finally pushes in. It's everything he has not to move, not to rock his hips forward. No, he wants Jiang to control every second of this.

He's never filled quite this full before, but fuck he's starting to realize he's into it. "Oh shit, Will-- shit."

Jiang has to bite the inside of his lip, breathe out slow through his nose as he sinks in, because if he doesn't he's definitely going to break. Proko is slick and tight, desperately squeezing him, and Jiang just wants to hold on at least through getting into Proko.

He's not sure he'll make it.

"Ah," he whines as Jiang sinks in, slow as a fucking glacier. He can feel every centimeter and he wants to climb the damn bed but he stays put, holding the plug in place until Jiang's almost all the way in.

"Oh fuck-- oh fuck," he gasps, sounding fucking delirious. "Oh shit, Will-- I--" He can't fucking talk, trailing off into another moan as Jiang finally bottoms out.

Jiang inhales deeply when he does finally bottom out. He curls his fingers against Proko's thighs, holds him still, tries desperately to not break. It's harder now.

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to Proko's mouth. After a moment, lingering, he leans back up and shifts his hips enough to settle how he wants his legs.

And then, despite probably better judgment, he starts to fuck Prokopenko as hard as he can.

Proko makes a noise, almost a yelp, when Jiang just starts fucking him. After that he really can't shut up, moaning and gasping and probably begging, but by now his English is more or less gone. Jiang's name becomes a mantra and Proko tries not to climb the damn bed.

He doesn't know how Jiang's managed to keep his face straight, and he struggles to focus on him to see if he's still stoic.

Jiang is definitely struggling with it now. Still, he makes the effort because that's half of the fun. It involves a lot of biting the inside of his cheek, his lips, trying to keep things stoic on his face. But his eyes are blown dark and his cheeks are red, and its hard when Proko feels like this.