[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.]

Please.

[Japanese.]