He tries to catch his breath as Jiang pulls out. Proko moves easily onto his back, and he gets to see Jiang's face just for a few moments before suddenly Jiang's cover is on him, blocking his view again.

But then Jiang's mouth is on him and Proko's eyes snap shut anyway. "Will," he cries out, thighs tense against Jiang's shoulders as he tries to ride his tongue. "Oh fuck-- oh fuck. Please, please can I come-- ah."

He wants to grab Jiang's head but he doesn't dare; he has to be satisfied with grabbing at the blanket bunched up beneath him.