Thank fuck the bong goes away. Proko keeps his fingers tight against Jiang's shirt as he ends up on his back again. "Fuck," he moans against his mouth, hips lifting urgently to meet Jiang's.
He adjusts his grip on Jiang's shirt to pull it off, breaking the kiss to wrestle it off over his head.
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Date: 2017-02-24 02:16 am (UTC)He adjusts his grip on Jiang's shirt to pull it off, breaking the kiss to wrestle it off over his head.