The drive back to Jiang's place is filled with thumping bass and stop-sign kissing. Jiang feels alive, and he's not sure what to do about it. When they park, he lingers; the cross from the door to his bedroom over the garage takes them through the house, unfortunately.
He gets his kissing out of the way for right now, pulling Proko close and slipping him tongue instantly.
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Date: 2017-02-23 04:36 am (UTC)He gets his kissing out of the way for right now, pulling Proko close and slipping him tongue instantly.