Prokopenko just grins as Jiang pushes him up against the warm brick wall. He can feel his cock through his jeans and it makes him shiver. "Real ready for you," he breathes, hands tight against Jiang's hips. "Just a little longer, huh? Wait just another minute."

He turns his head, lets his lips brush Jiang's but only just. A tease.

When it sounds like the locker room's gone quiet, Proko slides away from Jiang and grabs the front of his shirt again to pull him along.