Proko pops his mouth off, laughs. "Don't get us fucking killed okay? Can't do it anymore if we're dead."

Then he sinks back down as far as he can in their position; he chokes a little bit but it's fucking good. His own cock is suddenly so hard it hurts, because this is okay. Proko manages to find a rhythm, bobbing his head more steadily with his hand wrapped around the base, touching what he can't get in his mouth just then.