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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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"Tell me how I feel," he gasps out, thighs shaking as they press against Jiang's side, his hip. "Tell me how it feels-- fuck--"

Proko curls forward, nearly running into Jiang's chest. "Fuck, baby-- fuck, fuck, fu--"

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"Tight as hell," Jiang murmurs. He keeps moving his hips, starting to tremble a little bit. "Wet as hell. I didn't know you could be both at once, baby. You still take it so easy."

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"You're so fucking good," he whimpers. His hand moves, gripping at Jiang's hip, his thigh, just trying to hold onto him as Jiang fucks into him.

"Please can I come--- please, Will, please." He's embarrassed that it's coming on so quickly, that he already feels like he needs it, like he's on that edge, but it's so-- it's good.

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"Fuck," Jiang swears, face finally breaking. His eyes flutter closed and he breathes raggedly. "Fuck, Illya. Yeah, c'mon. Wanna feel you come on my cock, you--shit, you slut."

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His hand drops down to rub at himself, just to push him over that edge. Proko can't talk, voice escaping in desperate little moans. He gets tight around Jiang, thighs tight against his sides, trembling as he comes; he swears he fucking whites out for a second.

"Oh fuck, Will."

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"Oh shit," Jiang gasps. His hips jump, jolt forward. He barely lasts through the clench of Proko's orgasm, barely manages to pull out in time that he doesn't come inside him again. Maybe some other time, but after twice already?

He doesn't even need to stroke himself. Just pulls out, barely in time, and makes a mess across Proko's cunt and the plug shoved in his ass.

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Proko tries to keep his eyes open, tries to stay even remotely focused so he can see Jiang's face when he comes. He can't help the euphoric look he gets when Jiang whips out to fucking come on him like that. His entire body shivers again, little shocks still racing through him, before he sinks back, struggling to catch his breath.

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Jiang gets another twitch, though its rather fruitless, and then he breathes out a laugh. His arms shake a little bit. Three orgasms in less than an hour is the most action he's gotten in nearly two months, and he feels it, suddenly.

He manages to not collapse directly on top of Proko, but it's a near thing.

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He wants none of that, though. He reaches for Jiang, pulling on his arms, his neck, whatever he can grab (which isn't much, because he can barely move his arms, never mind grip anything) to get Jiang closer to him.

"You broke," he quips, dazed and-- he laughs, face hot when the plug just sort of... slides out.

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"Yeah, well," Jiang murmurs, sprawling half on top of Proko and pressing kisses all over his face. He reaches down and touches Proko's sopping thighs, up to his slick cunt and down to where the plug just slid out of him. "I'm pretty impressed with myself managing it as long as I did."

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He makes a soft sound, almost a whimper, when Jiang's hand brushes over his cunt. He's finally reached the point of over-sensitivity and even that feels like too much. Every kiss is perfect, though.

"It was impressive," he assures softly, voice wrecked. Proko nuzzles tiredly against Jiang's jaw and he tries not to sound too emotional when he says, "I wish you could stay."

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"I'll stay as long as I can," Jiang promises. He rearranges them gently, turning Proko onto his side and spooning right up behind him. He presses kisses across his shoulders. "I've got some time."

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"You're gonna need a shower." He huffs a laugh as he tucks back against Jiang, feeling like he could just pass out. But he doesn't want to - he doesn't want to miss whatever time they have right now. It's gonna be a while before they can really do this again. He's impressed Jiang got out in the first place.

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"Stop worrying about me," Jiang says, a certainty to his voice. He wraps his arm around Proko's waist and kisses his neck. "God, how are you still awake? I just fucked you so hard my hips ache, don't act like you're not exhausted."

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"No," he pouts, both to the insistence that he stop worrying and the idea that he's exhausted.

He is, though.

"Fine, but... set an alarm or something. I'm gonna shower with you before you go, okay? And... I dunno. Walk you back to the gate. Whichever one is farthest away."

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Jiang sits up, finds Proko's phone, and sets and alarm. His own is under lock and key with the Marine who let him past the gate, so he'll get it back when he gets back on the yard.

Once the alarm is set, Jiang puts it as far away as he can reach, and then lays back down.

"Shut up and go to sleep," he murmurs affectionately.

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It doesn't take long. When Proko lets himself relax, he passes the hell out. It's been almost two months since he last got to share a bed with Jiang and it's true: he's exhausted.

When the alarm goes off it startles him awake and it takes him a minute to remember where he is. Proko gropes for the phone, whining a bit when he actually has to pull away to reach it.

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The first rustle of the alarm had Jiang awake, but he's still reluctant to let Proko move away from him. He runs his fingers over his spine and admires him, how his hair has ruffled with sleep. He misses this, like an ache.

"C'mon," he murmurs, sitting up and kissing Proko's shoulder. "Shower time."

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Proko turns toward him and nestles against Jiang's chest for a moment. "That's a lie," he mumbles, pouting a little. But he eventually pushes at Jiang. "Go get it started, I'm coming. Maybe. Not sure I can walk, motherfucker."

He grins though, because he doesn't regret a fucking thing.

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Jiang kisses him, reluctant to get out of bed when Proko is right there. He manages. He gives Proko's thigh a gentle slap. He knows that Proko can walk, even if he will be a little bowlegged.

Teasingly, Jiang affects a wilting, desperate whine on his way out of the room as he says, "Oh, fuck me hard, Will. C'mon, fuck me harder...!"

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Proko blushes hot and he grins hugely even as Jiang mocks him on the way to the bathroom. "Like you don't get hard just thinking about it!" he shoots back.

He eases out of bed and shuffles after Jiang, leaning on his back while he messes with the water. "Like you aren't gonna be thinking about my cunt for days, all by yourself."

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"I don't need to hear you begging for it to think about how sexy you are all the time," Jiang protests with a laugh. It's the truth. Since that first time at the reservoir, finding things out and fumbling in the dark, Jiang's never really stopped thinking about Proko.

However he changes, however he wants to change, Jiang's there.