Jiang laughs, a little overly emotional himself, all smiles and needing to be close and tactile. He kicks the door shut behind him as Proko takes his cover. H barely wants to move at all from where they're standing, but he manages at least to get as far as the couch, holding Proko up, which is easy with his legs around him.
"These shorts are fuckin' indecent, man," he breathes. He's half hard about it already.
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Date: 2018-06-11 11:19 pm (UTC)"These shorts are fuckin' indecent, man," he breathes. He's half hard about it already.