"Fuck," Jiang breathes, like life, into Proko's mouth. He grinds down against him, having never put his cock away and already half hard again.

He brings his hands up, thumbs smudging Proko's cheekbones a moment, before he pushes him back. It's only so he can get at him. He pushes at his shirt, tugs at his jeans. "You ever...?"