Jiang shivers and leans down, kissing Proko. It smears the mess of his come between them, but Jiang doesn't care, can't, just then. His hips are starting to lose rhythm, erratic and wild and rough. He wished he wasn't wearing the condom, but it's good for the first time.

He can feel it coming, but he tries to hold off. His lips smudge against Proko's. "Where should I come. Huh?" He pushes Proko's hair off his forehead. "Bet you'd look good with a facial."