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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.

"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."