Proko doesn't resist, nearly tripping up the stairs as Jiang hauls him along. He catches himself once they're in his room and he stares at Jiang for a second, nervous but--

But he trusts Jiang. He's trusted him with everything.

He wets his lips and pulls his shirt off. He hadn't put his binder on after his shower. It's easy to push his sweats off after that, and the shorts underneath it. Goosebumps appear and fade as he sinks to his his knees in front of Jiang.