"Oh shit." It's obscene, and he can barely see what Jiang is doing in the dark but he can feel it. Jiang's head is bobbing down again and Proko drops his back, groaning when it hits the side of the car. "Don't stop," he breathes. "Been hard since I touched your leg."

His accent is heavier but he's still talking, still trying to. He pushes his hips up as much as he can with Jiang's hand against him; all he wants to do is ride his face. He says something in Ukrainian; repeats it: "I'm close."