[Okay that gets a lot more trills and embarrassed chirps out of Marco. Words... failing him right now. And he's not sure repeating "love you" over and over would get him a taste of those teeth again or not. Then again, at this point, he's not sure he'd even mind. He moves just a few centimeters into that beautiful mouth before trying to still himself again. The last thing he wants is to mess up Japan's rhythm. Especially not at this point.]

Oh oh oh... damn... Japan... love... oh... [Another whistle and Marco starts stroking the black hair. He's not even sure how he doesn't have a nosebleed at this point. Japan's just so gorgeous, so perfect and--] P-perfect... really... really really good... oh god yes... so close now... I never get this close early... Bushido... Please... just a little more... I promise I won't even stop your salt mountain.