"Fuck!" Proko throws his head back, bouncing it off the seat back, and he grips Jiang's hair as he bites a bruise onto him. His mouth falls open and even as he tries to keep his torso still he fucks himself onto Jiang's fingers, desperate.

"I just-- Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," he pants, his other hand grabbing Jiang's shirt just to hold onto him.