Prokopenko's hand finds it's way back between Jiang's thighs, teasing, fondling through his jeans but never offering more than that. Once the car is in park he nearly climbs into Jiang's lap, meeting the kiss.

It's late but it's not that late, and he has no idea if Jiang's parents are still gonna be up. He can play it straight if they are, but he needs this now. "Shit," he whispers. "Fuck let's uhm--" He cuts himself off, kissing Jiang again.