Proko gripped the back of Jiang's neck, holding him into the kiss as he licks into his mouth, chases the taste of him. "I'm fucking dying, man," he mumbles against Jiang's mouth, voice edged with need.

He grabs the front of Jiang's shirt, holding tight. "Why didn't I know your cock is so nice, huh? Holding out on me." Never mind that Jiang had good reason not to risk hitting on him.