Proko moves without resistance, boneless as Jiang positions him. His hands shake as he shoves the arm rests on either side of them up, giving his knees room to slide further apart. He clings to the back of the seat as Jiang pushes up against him.

"Because of you, huh? Mess for you." He pushes his hips back against Jiang, blindly seeking. He tries to present himself, wants it to be easy. "Jiang, c'mon man."

One hand slides from the back of the seat and he reaches between his legs, trying to spread himself open. His face is hot; he feels utterly exposed but-- but he kind of likes it.