Proko groans and grabs the bag and the beer as he gets out of the car. He catches up to Jiang, staying close and trying not to be too jittery on the off chance that they do run into parents. The house looks promisingly dark, though.

His cock is aching and he almost complains about having to walk but his better angels manage to keep his mouth shut; or maybe it's the fact that he presses up behind Jiang to bite his shoulder while he's getting the door open.