[Japan always has things he can be doing. Relations to improve, business to work on, food to cook, things to learn, training, cleaning, there's plenty, and yet... Today he finds himself only able to think of one thing. And sure he has thoughts like this from time to time, but he can usually have enough self control to ignore it or put it aside for later.
He's really spent the whole day thinking on this, though. He could make this into something fun. A surprise. Catch Hong Kong off guard for once. He ends up texting Hong Kong a while before lunch time.]
Could Hong Kong come home for lunch today? I have something special in mind.
[To say Hong Kong is surprised is to say the least. He guesses Japan must be in a really good mood and want to celebrate with some good food... Does he have to wonder who died?]
[Oh, well if that's not all the permission in the world he doesn't know what is. Actually he's getting the feeling Hong Kong isn't catching his drift here YOU THINK JAPAN but... maybe that's okay. He'll make it clear once he gets home.]
I'll keep that in mind. See you then.
[And then he thinks on it, sitting on the couch in the living room and practicing his power in the meantime. When the time gets closer he'll set out ingredients that he can work with later, but he won't start cooking them yet. So... Hong Kong won't be arriving home to the smell of food. But Japan will be waiting in the kitchen by then.]
[He doesn't reply, but he'll be there at 1. A bit earlier actually, but just by a few minutes. Opening the door he steps out of his shoes.]
I'm back!
[But... there's no food? At least it doesn't smell like it... Are they going out? Maybe to that restaurant from his birthday. He liked that one. Walking into the living room as he loosens his tie he doesn't see Japan.]
Japan?
[He pokes his head into the kitchen. Oh. ...But there are ingredients out? ...Oh. Maybe Japan thought he'd want to watch again though it's his lunch break... He can appreciate the sentiment, but this is kind of an inconvenient time isn't it...]
[He turns to greet Hong Kong as he enters, bowing his head lightly as he steps towards him.]
Ah, welcome back. [And... he's stepping really close actually, one hand raising to Hong Kong's at his tie to lightly tug at it. He stands a little taller and presses forward with a hungry kiss, free hand resting along Hong Kong's waist.
Once he feels that kiss is good and explanatory, he falls back lightly on his heels and watches Hong Kong's face.]
I was hoping Hong Kong could help me in this way. [The hand at Hong Kong's waist slides to find his belt (or button or whatever he's wearing), fingers running over it curiously.] Ah... is it fine?
[Belt is good. He's probably being hipster today with a dress shirt, vest, tie, slacks and belt. Mainly because I'm watching White Collar and that is what the hipster loser in it is wearing and I imagine Hong Kong would dress the same thinking he was so cool. Yes.
ANYWAYS. He's uh. Surprised to say the least. And doesn't even make an overture at those motions instead letting Japan direct everything.]
U-uhm...
[Well it's his lunch break. And he was totally not prepared for sex. But what can he say after those kind of actions!? He nods assent not really being able to pull out the words right now.]
[The nod is enough for Japan, and he kisses him again with that much more passion and force, pushing and steering him back towards the table as he pulls his tie off slowly, other hand already working at his belt. Hong Kong said his boss wasn't too strict, but the idea of a time limit was pretty interesting, wasn't it? Well... he thought so at least. Actions, recovering, dressing, eating...
At the very least, he's certainly not wasting his time.]
[Hong Kong stumbles back with those actions, raising his hands, dropping them and then raising them again. He's not really sure what he should be doing, where he should put his hands, how he should touch. In the ordinary course of things of course... But Japan. Japan.
Finally he settles for putting his hands to Japan's face, pulling him closer for a deeper kiss. Ha... Are they really... really going to. A shiver runs across his skin. When did it get like this?]
[His tie is tossed over a chair as they near the table, and then as Japan manages to roughly tug his belt off, that follows. His fingers don't trail slowly down Hong Kong's chest like they normally would, but work feverishly at the buttons of his vest and shirt. And Japan doesn't stop pushing whenever Hong Kong comes in contact with the table. He pushes him further, urging him down on top of it, and following along with him. Nothing too rough... he doesn't want to break the table or anything. But enough to show his eagerness, if everything else didn't work to do so.]
Forgive me for being so impatient... [He's breathy already, all the excitement and lack of air from that kiss showing, but it doesn't matter. Unbuttoning the last buttons, and now kissing at Hong Kong's neck, positioned over him like this: it's just what he wanted.] I could not stop thinking about it. How much I want to see Hong Kong like this...
[Hong Kong backs up against the table and before he knows he's going over on top of it. Thudding back against the top his hands drop away from Japan as he scoots up, making room as Japan follows him. O-overwhelming... He gasps when Japan finally breaks the kiss.]
Ah... Ah... J- Japan!
[Fuck. He can't even look at Japan he's so caught off guard... He's had sex plenty of times, but there's always a difference between being prepared for it and having it happen some place you didn't expect it at all. Especially when it's so fast like this... His heart's already racing.]
You... Please! Do me!
[If he were thinking more he'd be doubly embarrassed over how ridiculous that sounds, but he's already embarrassed enough by his lack of composure as things are. Embarrassed and aroused and- and- his hands drag at Japan's sleeves pulling him closer. T-too much, but how can they stop...]
[To draw out something like that from Hong Kong is something of an achievement. At least, there's a shiver that runs through Japan as he's pulled closer and he presses a rougher kiss against his neck now, pulling aside his vest and shirt.]
When Hong Kong asks in such a way, I cannot say no.
[Not that he'd say no anyway, but man he loves when Hong Kong pleads for it. Without even bothering to fully remove Hong Kong's shirt and vest, he leaves them open and unbuttons his pants now, his other hand sliding up along the inside of Hong Kong's thigh, over the cloth. He palms into him along the way before drawing his hand up with the other to help with the zipper and grab at the waist's cloth.
He presses closer to Hong Kong with another kiss, near his collar bone, nipping and sucking lightly as he finally gives Hong Kong's pants a harsh tug downwards. It's so tricky when he's over him like this, but it doesn't matter, and he'll take what he can get and work with it.]
[Hong Kong arches at that hand smoothing over his crotch, crying out. Oh God...]
You.
[He lifts his hips as Japan tugs trying to help out. This is so fast... The attentions lavished on his skin are making him shiver all over and he finds himself staring up at the ceiling still half shocked.]
Ah. Too much. Japan's too much!
[If Japan even mentions this later he is going to deny it so vehemently. He thought they were going to have lunch OK! But he tries to help by... by... tugging at Japan's shirt collar. It's not very effective help.]
[He pulls back so he's on his knees just long enough to pull his pants the rest of the way off, tossing them over a different chair as he leans down closer again. A kiss to Hong Kong's lips, a hand between his legs to find his dick, fingers circling around it in a smooth stroke already, and another hand moving behind himself to fish through his back pocket and pull out the lube which he so pointedly sets beside them. He moans into the kiss. He loves that Hong Kong is reacting so much... That he's arching into his touches already.
He kisses the corner of his mouth.]
I want Hong Kong to feel so good he cannot take it. [Then a kiss near his ear.] I want to be 'too much'.
[To hear him calling his name and pleading, to feel him needing more in every touch, to see his blushing, wanting face... He can't hold back all these wants right now.]
[He's lying pantsless, shirt open on the table and Japan's hand is on his dick. He can't even reply raising his hips into that hand with a moan. Oh... He lets his hands drop back against the table, head spinning.
Are they really going to do it like this? Is he going to get taken on the table like... like some kind of dessert? He flushes and turns his face away, hips rising again as he moans once more. None of this situation is intentional on his part at all. But Japan's lust is catching and with those words being practically a promise how can his body help itself regardless of how confused his mind might be? He tugs on Japan's sleeve again silently begging.]
[Just hearing those moans are driving him crazy. He really is impatient today... At the tug to his sleeve, he moves one hand to his own pants, unbuttoning, unzipping, working them off in rushed, sloppy motions as he shifts over Hong Kong, his other hand still stroking.
It takes a little more time in comparison to the other rushed motions, but he manages to slide the pants away and makes up for it with a particularly attentive stroke. Taking the lube he set down earlier, he finds one of Hong Kong's hands and presses the bottle into it just as he kisses him, rocking down just to create a small bit of friction as he does...]
[Hong Kong startles pressing up into that motion. G-good... He blinks up at Japan though at that suggestion. His fingers curl around the bottle, but...]
Y-yeah.
[Shifting to try and push himself up a bit he fumbles shakily with the lube until he gets the cap off, almost dropping it. From there it's just a matter of pooling some in his hand and... He looks down at Japan's dick, completely focused on it as he reaches out to touch it. Not with his usual welcoming hand looking to bring out the most pleasure in Japan, but the tips of his fingers first more like he intends to fingerpaint than anything. Grasping Japan's dick he pulls his palm along it before switching his grip to coat it again from a different angle. He wants to make sure he gets all of it... It's not a very good handjob, but something about it is entirely engrossing to Hong Kong's attention most certainly.]
[Everything from the way he answers to the fumbling with the bottle to the way he goes about putting it on Japan is finding to be incredibly hot. That focus... That nervousness... That he can cause this.
So he moans into it, his own hand motions almost rewarding in how careful and with purpose he moves his grip along Hong Kong's dick. Pulling and dragging, sliding, fingers curling tighter.]
Hong Kong looks so good like this... [Half naked on the table fixated on his dick yeah, but he does okay... The faces he's making. The way he's moving. He can't deny that he likes it... So he wants to say it.]
[He'll wait for Hong Kong's hand to move for him to assume he's ready (whatever lube amount he's comfortable with right...) in combination with those pleads. His own hand leaves Hong Kong's dick so he can slide both of them along his thighs, positioning him just right as he leans forward.
Then he presses in slowly but consistently, moving his head down as well to kiss Hong Kong's chest as he repeats the motion only a small bit faster.]
[It's not as much as it probably should be, but honestly Hong Kong can't even think right now. Small gasping cries work their way out of him as Japan presses in and he pushes his chest up into Japan's kiss. Oh... God...]
It's so big. There's so much...
[His voice is choked, but what can be said. It's not as bad as it's been in the past, the slowness making it somehow bearable. He's not sure he wouldn't pass out again if Japan went fast. But this is something he can handle and his hand moves to grip Japan's wrist. He's going crazy.]
[He exhales a little harshly over Hong Kong's chest now as he thrusts again, keeping up with the slow pace but daring to go a little further, fuller, each time. The words make his chest swell with good feelings just as he registers that he grabbed his wrist, and he kisses his chest again.]
Hong Kong feels so tight... [It's like it's all emphasized when he's going this slow, and he moans softly, his free hand moving up to caress the side of Hong Kong's face, lacing into his hair. He kisses his lips now with the next thrust.] So warm...
[Gasping breaths leave Hong Kong and he presses up against Japan again. Ugh... He can't... Too much. Too much... Japan may be going slow, but it feels more overpowering than even his fast strokes. Hong Kong can feel every contour, can do nothing, but truly take them in. And yes. He feels filled. Completely and in every way. It's an inescapable feeling.]
You're filling me up...
[His hand tugs at Japan's sleeve again. Truthfully he doesn't know what the hell he's doing. Just that it feels good and he doesn't want it to stop. Never stop.]
Japan's inside me and it feels so good. [Such an edge of need.] I love your dick. I want you to do this to me always...
[Never stop making him feel good Japan. Hopefully Japan remembers he has to go back to work after this because he's completely forgotten.]
[Thankfully Japan does remember... It's actually why he's choosing to go so slow paced, though he sees that's working to really do a number on Hong Kong emotionally. He rolls his hips again, pressing in as much as he can and gasping voicelessly as he pulls out and repeats.]
Hong Kong... [The things he's saying are really... so nice to hear, and Japan moans into his next thrust. Angling it different, hoping to bring that rush of enjoyment without the repeated, heavy force he usually uses. This slowness is so good, too... His fingers curl just slightly in Hong Kong's hair as he continues.]
[ Hong Kong gasps and cries out a little pressing up into Japan. Good. So good. Slowly he starts working his hips to meet Japan's thrusts, tentatively, not sure he can keep up the focus. Thoughtlessly his hand reaches between them to find his own dick, dragging up it. He's never done this before, touched himself while someone fucked him. Soon enough though he has his strokes in time with Japan's thrusts and he's moaning Japan's name over and over arching his back. ]
Japan... Japan...
[ His unoccupied hand reaches up to twine in Japan's hair and, but he can't keep the grip and soon enough it drops back onto the table.
And then Japan finds that spot. A strangled moan tears itself out of his throat and he arches violently, hand harshly gripping his own dick. He can't believe...! ]
[His heart's beating so fast, and there's something strangely intriguing about how Hong Kong moves to touch himself like that. Japan doesn't really think that it means he should have been doing that himself... More like he's making Hong Kong enjoy himself so much he can't help it. And he likes that.
He moves his hands to grip Hong Kong's waist so he can push in fully now, aiming for that spot he found again and again. He keeps it slow but there is a definite increase in speed, wanting to take them both over the edge in this enjoyment. No real order, as long as they both feel great... And it does for him, at least. Hearing his own name being called like that, and seeing the look on Hong Kong's face too...
He moans and tightens his grip, rocking in fully and shamelessly admiring the sight of Hong Kong as he does. He places soft kisses each thrust, wherever he admires. His neck, his mouth, his cheek, his chest...]
[ Hong Kong dissolves into pants and gasps, stroking himself with unabashed surety as he moves his hips into Japan's thrusts. It feels so good. He doesn't even realize that he's still calling Japan's name, murmuring it repeatedly as if it's the only thing keeping him tethered to this earth. Even Japan's gaze is lost on him, conscious only of the world of pleasure. Gradually his cries become more and more choked off and finally he arches, pressing his hips against Japan even as his hand tightens around his own dick. Whole body tightening he comes with a raw shout, staying like that for several minutes before collapsing limply back against the table. ]
[Hong Kong's so into this... Maybe Japan shouldn't be so proud of his work here, but he is. And the way he tightens around him adds this rush of feeling, and he thrusts again, and again, groaning as he comes, as well.
He doesn't even wait to come down from it or slip out just yet as he slides his hands along Hong Kong's sides before resting on the table to hold himself up, leaning down to kiss him. So good...]
Thank you... [It's soft, and in english. Hong Kong really did 'help him out' there. It's only polite to thank right...
He looks so good like this. There's something so proud in Japan about this too... What a smug feeling. All he can think to do about it is bring one hand to brush aside Hong Kong's hair, kissing him softly along the side of his face.]
[ Hong Kong kisses back, one hand brushing against Japan's arm in acknowledgment of that thank you. He doesn't do anything just yet though, still somewhat shocked. What just happened? Finally he looks away. He's so embarrassed... Who says those things? Especially seriously... ]
Japan's gotten really good.
[ Making Hong Kong like this whenever he wants... He's sulking and he knows it, but he doesn't pull away wrapping his fingers in Japan's sleeve instead. Its a sort of could be almost hug if only Hong Kong were more open with that sort of thing. ]
[He shifts only enough to slip out of Hong Kong, still staying close. The grip on his sleeve is nice... As simple as it is. Even if he's not smiling, it's really obvious how proud about this he feels. It shows in everything from how he's looking at Hong Kong to his calmness.]
...It feels so good to be in Hong Kong. [He's so horrible right now it is good this thread is like basically over jgkfdsg but he does press his head into Hong Kong's neck in a sort of hug...] Ah... I will be sure to make a good lunch.
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He's really spent the whole day thinking on this, though. He could make this into something fun. A surprise. Catch Hong Kong off guard for once. He ends up texting Hong Kong a while before lunch time.]
Could Hong Kong come home for lunch today? I have something special in mind.
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OK I'll be home @13h
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[He just feels like he should maybe keep this in mind.]
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[What is this going to be a feast... He hopes Japan doesn't give a speech. That'd just be embarrassing.]
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YOU THINK JAPANbut... maybe that's okay. He'll make it clear once he gets home.]I'll keep that in mind. See you then.
[And then he thinks on it, sitting on the couch in the living room and practicing his power in the meantime. When the time gets closer he'll set out ingredients that he can work with later, but he won't start cooking them yet. So... Hong Kong won't be arriving home to the smell of food. But Japan will be waiting in the kitchen by then.]
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I'm back!
[But... there's no food? At least it doesn't smell like it... Are they going out? Maybe to that restaurant from his birthday. He liked that one. Walking into the living room as he loosens his tie he doesn't see Japan.]
Japan?
[He pokes his head into the kitchen. Oh. ...But there are ingredients out? ...Oh. Maybe Japan thought he'd want to watch again though it's his lunch break... He can appreciate the sentiment, but this is kind of an inconvenient time isn't it...]
Do you like need some help?
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Ah, welcome back. [And... he's stepping really close actually, one hand raising to Hong Kong's at his tie to lightly tug at it. He stands a little taller and presses forward with a hungry kiss, free hand resting along Hong Kong's waist.
Once he feels that kiss is good and explanatory, he falls back lightly on his heels and watches Hong Kong's face.]
I was hoping Hong Kong could help me in this way. [The hand at Hong Kong's waist slides to find his belt (or button or whatever he's wearing), fingers running over it curiously.] Ah... is it fine?
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ANYWAYS. He's uh. Surprised to say the least. And doesn't even make an overture at those motions instead letting Japan direct everything.]
U-uhm...
[Well it's his lunch break. And he was totally not prepared for sex. But what can he say after those kind of actions!? He nods assent not really being able to pull out the words right now.]
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At the very least, he's certainly not wasting his time.]
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Finally he settles for putting his hands to Japan's face, pulling him closer for a deeper kiss. Ha... Are they really... really going to. A shiver runs across his skin. When did it get like this?]
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Forgive me for being so impatient... [He's breathy already, all the excitement and lack of air from that kiss showing, but it doesn't matter. Unbuttoning the last buttons, and now kissing at Hong Kong's neck, positioned over him like this: it's just what he wanted.] I could not stop thinking about it. How much I want to see Hong Kong like this...
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Ah... Ah... J- Japan!
[Fuck. He can't even look at Japan he's so caught off guard... He's had sex plenty of times, but there's always a difference between being prepared for it and having it happen some place you didn't expect it at all. Especially when it's so fast like this... His heart's already racing.]
You... Please! Do me!
[If he were thinking more he'd be doubly embarrassed over how ridiculous that sounds, but he's already embarrassed enough by his lack of composure as things are. Embarrassed and aroused and- and- his hands drag at Japan's sleeves pulling him closer. T-too much, but how can they stop...]
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When Hong Kong asks in such a way, I cannot say no.
[Not that he'd say no anyway, but man he loves when Hong Kong pleads for it. Without even bothering to fully remove Hong Kong's shirt and vest, he leaves them open and unbuttons his pants now, his other hand sliding up along the inside of Hong Kong's thigh, over the cloth. He palms into him along the way before drawing his hand up with the other to help with the zipper and grab at the waist's cloth.
He presses closer to Hong Kong with another kiss, near his collar bone, nipping and sucking lightly as he finally gives Hong Kong's pants a harsh tug downwards. It's so tricky when he's over him like this, but it doesn't matter, and he'll take what he can get and work with it.]
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You.
[He lifts his hips as Japan tugs trying to help out. This is so fast... The attentions lavished on his skin are making him shiver all over and he finds himself staring up at the ceiling still half shocked.]
Ah. Too much. Japan's too much!
[If Japan even mentions this later he is going to deny it so vehemently. He thought they were going to have lunch OK! But he tries to help by... by... tugging at Japan's shirt collar. It's not very effective help.]
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He kisses the corner of his mouth.]
I want Hong Kong to feel so good he cannot take it. [Then a kiss near his ear.] I want to be 'too much'.
[To hear him calling his name and pleading, to feel him needing more in every touch, to see his blushing, wanting face... He can't hold back all these wants right now.]
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Are they really going to do it like this? Is he going to get taken on the table like... like some kind of dessert? He flushes and turns his face away, hips rising again as he moans once more. None of this situation is intentional on his part at all. But Japan's lust is catching and with those words being practically a promise how can his body help itself regardless of how confused his mind might be? He tugs on Japan's sleeve again silently begging.]
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It takes a little more time in comparison to the other rushed motions, but he manages to slide the pants away and makes up for it with a particularly attentive stroke. Taking the lube he set down earlier, he finds one of Hong Kong's hands and presses the bottle into it just as he kisses him, rocking down just to create a small bit of friction as he does...]
Can Hong Kong help me with this, as well?
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Y-yeah.
[Shifting to try and push himself up a bit he fumbles shakily with the lube until he gets the cap off, almost dropping it. From there it's just a matter of pooling some in his hand and... He looks down at Japan's dick, completely focused on it as he reaches out to touch it. Not with his usual welcoming hand looking to bring out the most pleasure in Japan, but the tips of his fingers first more like he intends to fingerpaint than anything. Grasping Japan's dick he pulls his palm along it before switching his grip to coat it again from a different angle. He wants to make sure he gets all of it... It's not a very good handjob, but something about it is entirely engrossing to Hong Kong's attention most certainly.]
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So he moans into it, his own hand motions almost rewarding in how careful and with purpose he moves his grip along Hong Kong's dick. Pulling and dragging, sliding, fingers curling tighter.]
Hong Kong looks so good like this... [Half naked on the table fixated on his dick yeah, but he does okay... The faces he's making. The way he's moving. He can't deny that he likes it... So he wants to say it.]
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Please. Japan. Please...
[He doesn't think he can wait...]
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Then he presses in slowly but consistently, moving his head down as well to kiss Hong Kong's chest as he repeats the motion only a small bit faster.]
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It's so big. There's so much...
[His voice is choked, but what can be said. It's not as bad as it's been in the past, the slowness making it somehow bearable. He's not sure he wouldn't pass out again if Japan went fast. But this is something he can handle and his hand moves to grip Japan's wrist. He's going crazy.]
Japan... in me...
[He shakes his head a keening mewl leaving him.]
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Hong Kong feels so tight... [It's like it's all emphasized when he's going this slow, and he moans softly, his free hand moving up to caress the side of Hong Kong's face, lacing into his hair. He kisses his lips now with the next thrust.] So warm...
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You're filling me up...
[His hand tugs at Japan's sleeve again. Truthfully he doesn't know what the hell he's doing. Just that it feels good and he doesn't want it to stop. Never stop.]
Japan's inside me and it feels so good. [Such an edge of need.] I love your dick. I want you to do this to me always...
[Never stop making him feel good Japan.
Hopefully Japan remembers he has to go back to work after this because he's completely forgotten.]Please.
[Japanese.]
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Hong Kong... [The things he's saying are really... so nice to hear, and Japan moans into his next thrust. Angling it different, hoping to bring that rush of enjoyment without the repeated, heavy force he usually uses. This slowness is so good, too... His fingers curl just slightly in Hong Kong's hair as he continues.]
I only want Hong Kong.
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Japan... Japan...
[ His unoccupied hand reaches up to twine in Japan's hair and, but he can't keep the grip and soon enough it drops back onto the table.
And then Japan finds that spot. A strangled moan tears itself out of his throat and he arches violently, hand harshly gripping his own dick. He can't believe...! ]
Japan! Japan!
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He moves his hands to grip Hong Kong's waist so he can push in fully now, aiming for that spot he found again and again. He keeps it slow but there is a definite increase in speed, wanting to take them both over the edge in this enjoyment. No real order, as long as they both feel great... And it does for him, at least. Hearing his own name being called like that, and seeing the look on Hong Kong's face too...
He moans and tightens his grip, rocking in fully and shamelessly admiring the sight of Hong Kong as he does. He places soft kisses each thrust, wherever he admires. His neck, his mouth, his cheek, his chest...]
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Ah... Ahn... g-... good...
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He doesn't even wait to come down from it or slip out just yet as he slides his hands along Hong Kong's sides before resting on the table to hold himself up, leaning down to kiss him. So good...]
Thank you... [It's soft, and in english. Hong Kong really did 'help him out' there. It's only polite to thank right...
He looks so good like this. There's something so proud in Japan about this too... What a smug feeling. All he can think to do about it is bring one hand to brush aside Hong Kong's hair, kissing him softly along the side of his face.]
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Japan's gotten really good.
[ Making Hong Kong like this whenever he wants... He's sulking and he knows it, but he doesn't pull away wrapping his fingers in Japan's sleeve instead. Its a sort of could be almost hug if only Hong Kong were more open with that sort of thing. ]
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...It feels so good to be in Hong Kong. [He's so horrible right now it is good this thread is like basically over jgkfdsg but he does press his head into Hong Kong's neck in a sort of hug...] Ah... I will be sure to make a good lunch.
[He just couldn't wait okay...]