Jiang can't remember the last time Proko said his name. Never like this. Something burns into Jiang's stomach.
He grabs Proko by the hips, and starts slowly once he's centered himself a little. He wants to fuck him, not hurt him. Sometimes, there's a fine line. Tonight, it feels like a pretty fucking obvious distinction.
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Date: 2017-02-24 04:25 am (UTC)He grabs Proko by the hips, and starts slowly once he's centered himself a little. He wants to fuck him, not hurt him. Sometimes, there's a fine line. Tonight, it feels like a pretty fucking obvious distinction.