Proko moves easily, almost bonelessly, as Jiang nudges him onto his stomach. He manages to get his knees under him but he stays low. The moment draws out, lasting forever and just a few seconds before he feels Jiang push against him, push into him.

"Fuck," he echoes, trying to keep quiet as Jiang pushes in. It feels kinda tight but he doesn't care. It's good. "Fuck, Jiang. Shit."