[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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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...]