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Proko was the first to join the pack, K's crown jewl, he was untouchable. K had picked him out, chose him, knew it was written in the stars before he'd even spoken his first word to proko.
The first time they had fucked it was euphoric, they were 15, and although they had stuck around each other since 14. Both really only realized what the stars had actually written until they were 15.
It was a hot summer night, they were high as kites in K's suburban mansion. It was hazy, and hot, K endearingly recalls their clumsy Virgin hands fumbling all over each other, trying to impress one another. K wished he wasn't high for it because he always had trouble recalling the details.
The second time was in K's home theater, so young, draped over the theater couches. K realized that day, that they were both still trying to test the waters. Figure out what each other liked. Proko was the type who wanted to talk about it, ask questions, but it made K too uncomfortable. He had too many learned and hateful habits to talk about fucking with his bestfriend. He was a hands on learner. And fuck, did he learn. K had figured out that Proko had a huge pain boner 24/7 pretty quick. He vaguely remembered finding out. It was barely a surprise. Proko always had a bratty attitude.
Now it was the third time they would fuck. They were both clumsy and shy, but becoming confident. Kavinsky brushed Prokos hair out of his eyes, as Proko kissed his neck idly. He broke apart to work on the desperate mission to rid them of their clothing.
He finally worked K out of his boxers, the final peice. They kissed roughly grinding lazily on each other. Proko grunted softly. The thing K was starting to notice, was that proko seemed almost embarrassed. Even though he didn't exactly remember much of his first time, he remembered the second time, and maybe it wasn't that odd that Proko wasn't moaning like a bitch in heat, considering K was bottoming. But still, Proko seemed keen on not making any noise, staying silent, happier to egg K on.
K wanted to test this theory. He softly shoved Proko onto his back, K's bed creaking softly as he fell with a little oof.
Proko looked at him with a smirk, raising a brow at him, K's hands beginning to explore his body, his lips kissing down prokos torso. While K was scrawny in a way you could only acheive by taking your first hit at 14, barely frequent meals, and little sleep. Proko was toned in a way you could only achieve by hours in the weight room and on the ice. It never failed to dazzle K.
K's hands settled on Prokos thighs as his head bowed to lick a clean strip up Prokos cock. His eyes flickering up to his face, watching as proko covered his mouth with the back of his hand, breath labored. Interesting. K sat up on his bed to grab the lube from his nightstand. Lubing up his fingers he smirked at Proko as he watched him keenly. " Roll over, ass up" K demanded, and Proko was quick to obey. K was already painfully hard with how proko was looking, the arch of his ass was pointed, arms above his turned head, doing his best to turn to catch a glimpse of K working. K smiled impishly at him before smacking his ass, using his hand to tease lightly at prokos hole. Proko shivered as K pushed two fingers in, something hinging on a squeak escaped his mouth.
Scissoring his fingers, K began to stretch him, working on him to make for easier access. K added a third, and watched as Proko sealed his hand over his mouth. His eyebrows holding a knit between them as he pinched them up. His eyes looked almost black as the already dark brown was overcame by black blooming pupils.
After plenty prep, K pulled his fingers out, prokos face fained slight disappointment as he did so. K Held his dick in his hand as he grabbed his phone to snap a pic of Proko like this. If anyone ever went through his phone the majority of his gigabytes were used up on shitty music and shittier nudes of Proko. He always felt the need to save every one of them, almost as if one day he would run out.
K tossed his phone and smacked Prokos ass before gently pushing his dick in. As he bottomed out, he stilled for a second, letting proko adjust to it. It was almost painful how tight Proko was, he always was. At the same time he was so easy, even though he was inexperienced, Proko always seemed so confident and cocky when it came to fucking. K knew the truth though, Proko just needed a little encouragement.
After a few moments, K slowly started to set a brutal pace. Proko gasped and whined, sounding like a high production pornstar, so young and high on life. His arms squirmed and awkwardly wiggled around, moving down by his back, K Held them together as his other hand pushed the side of Prokos face into the mattress. Making him inable to cover his mouth in a poor attempt to stem the moans. K wanted to hear him, wanted to hear exactly what he did to him, the unmaking of Ilya Prokopenko.
Proko felt this and tried to move his face fully into the mattress, K moved his hand from where it was throned, and yanked him by his hair. " No, let me hear you. I want to hear it Proko " K groaned, his voice broken. K began to hit harder, pulling out slowly before pounding proko where he lived. Proko rasped out, as broken sounding as K. Used, filthy, a slut, but he was K's slut, and it made him royalty.
" Louder, let me hear you bitch. " Proko held it until he couldn't, then K heard it. A noise so unmistakably pornagraphic it made even K go red in the cheeks, his shoulders and chest following suit. Prokos moan was all the hours of cheap porno K had ever seen. Every moan of every girl he fingered, in the back of every car, in every jersey driveway. It was heavenly, it was sinful, and K wanted to hear it every second of his life.
Proko continued to moan, it was boyish and nervous, and K couldn't get enough. It made him instantly close, his moaning matching Prokos. " Fuck baby, I'- Fuck" Proko just nodded quickly, agreeing. His eyes squeezed shut, making him look so young and dumb.
Proko was the first to cum, K hoped the whole neighborhood of rich aglionby brats could hear him, letting them all know that Proko was his. Proko gasped as he came, a sound straight from cloud9. He breathed heavily, rasping out for air, and beginning to twitch from overstimulation as K came up on his climax too. K squeezed Prokos hair, groaning as he came, before slowing down to a stop. His breaths matched Prokos as he pulled out slowly, Proko gasping at the feeling of his exit. He let go of his scalp and awkwardly pushed Proko over on his side, lying down next to him to just lay and hold him.
His arm doing a lazy job of tracing the small tattoo on Prokos wrist. A sloppy stick and poke job that simply stated K. K's heart always tripped when he saw it, I'm yours, he remembers Proko saying it the first month they met.
K was a boy who had everything, and still he had nothing. He had a mother and father but lacked a mom and dad. He had a house but never had a home. But now, them laying here, evidence that once all K had were girlfriends, buddies. But now he had everything, he had Proko. His bestfriend, his lover.

His world, his family.