The teeth, the tease of Jiang's breath against his neck have him moaning. He's trying to be quiet, he is. His voice catches the next time Jiang slaps his ass and it's not fucking fair how much he likes the sting of it.
"I can't-- I can't--" He hiccups on his breath, unable to get the words out. He can't speak Chinese; he isn't sure he can keep translating himself. He meant to say at least one of those. Instead his hand gropes back, pressed it over Jiang's where it's gripping his hip. Proko hopes there's finger-shaped bruises when this is over. "Shit-- shit, oh fuck," he gasps, tensing for a second when Jiang's dick does something just fucking right. Holy fuck.
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Date: 2017-02-24 05:18 am (UTC)"I can't-- I can't--" He hiccups on his breath, unable to get the words out. He can't speak Chinese; he isn't sure he can keep translating himself. He meant to say at least one of those. Instead his hand gropes back, pressed it over Jiang's where it's gripping his hip. Proko hopes there's finger-shaped bruises when this is over. "Shit-- shit, oh fuck," he gasps, tensing for a second when Jiang's dick does something just fucking right. Holy fuck.
"Fuck I wanna come," he whimpers.