Jiang rubs against Proko for a minute, teasing him again. Proko looks good like this, almost too good. Now, almost all of the frustration has leaked out of him. All that's left is possessive desire, the need to remind Proko who he's with.

Kavinsky has always been a part of that, Jiang supposes. But he wants Proko to remember that he's here.

He presses in slowly.