[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.]
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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.]