"You? Are not talking right now."

Jiang keeps hold off Proko's wrist, and pulls him along, heading to Proko's room on autopilot. It's more put together now. It looks like someone lives there. Jiang doesn't think about Proko and Kav fucking in bed.

"Strip." He's adjusting himself inside his uniform pants, half hard from kissing. "And get on your knees."