"Wanna be your mess," he mumbles, feeling fucking delirious as Jiang works him open. He knows he'll get his cock eventually but his patience disappeared when Jiang walked through the door.

He's half rolled onto his side, hips pinned. Jiang's cover is still in place, hiding his face, blocking his view; Proko's been diligent in making sure it won't fall off until Jiang moves i himself. He tries to ride Jiang's fingers with short, ineffective movements.