Jiang stroked Proko, slowly. His body ached for it. Could he make it home? Could Proko. He kissed him again and bit at his mouth. He wanted it so bad he could almost taste it; Proko felt the same way.

He smiled against Proko's filthy bow of a mouth. "How about," he said against his lips, "I suck you off. And then swing by somewhere to get some lube. I wanna get you wrecked, son."