[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...