"Little bit," Jiang says with a lazy grin. It's easy, comfortable. The closeness, the casualness, thrills in Jiang's chest, and straight down to his cock, half hard even after the lecture from his parents.

Or maybe just because he's sitting on Illya Prokopenko, who let him suck his cock, who wants him to fuck him.

He wants to maintain this high, just in case that's the only way this is happening. He doesn't want this to take a bad turn.