The smack gets a quiet moan. Proko rolls over, getting his knees under him so his ass is in the air. He moves the cover so it's perched on his head rather than covering his face - he doesn't want to fuck it up by pushing it against the bed or something. He buries his face against his forearms, resisting hard the urge to look back at Jiang. He feels exposed and slick, everywhere. Now that he's moved he swears he can feel Jiang's come on his thighs.