Jiang works Proko through it, keeps fucking him. He's desperate, hungry, for the way that Proko whines and squirms and squeezes on his fingers.

"Baby," he whispers, then huffs a sigh. "God, I want you so bad."

He slides his fingers out and tugs at Proko, getting him onto his knees and half-bent over the back of the seat. He puts a knee on the seat as well, kisses at Proko's neck and shoulder as he grinds his still-clothed crotch against Proko. "You're a fuckin' mess babe."