"That's it, baby," Jiang says without letting up. He's close too, dancing that edge, panting against Proko's hair. "God, baby. Illy, shit. God, you feel good. You feel so fucking good."

He rubs him through it, and then slips his fingers out just so he can nudge--but not push in--against Proko's cunt. It won't take more than a minute or two for him to come like this, as keyed up as he is.