"I will later," Jiang promises, because he plans to, at least twice before the afternoon's over, and plenty more over the next six weeks. Lazily. Roughly. On every surface they can bend over and sit on and press against.

He huffs and presses his forehead against Proko's cheek as he catches his breath, shaking and over sensitive for the moment.

"Shit, I'm really gonna have to get this shit laundered now."