[Oh, that is perfectly how. Marco lets out a low needy, excited, little whistle and decides that's probably enough lube for now. He leans back against the headboard, not giving a damn at the weird angle it put his neck at, and tugs Japan up more along his waist so that he can just edge his cock head inside Japan's rim.]
Oh oh, fuck, Bushido. [Another small birdlike whistle as he sucks in more air, trying to remember to breathe, and yet too turned on to really care. Japan was back, here, and every bit as gorgeous as always. Raven locks, big dark eyes Marco could get lost in and swallowed hole. Like the night and secrets and all kinds of things Marco wanted to unlock and reveal more of. He was tight and warm and everything Marco wanted to feel more.]
November 15th; action
Oh oh, fuck, Bushido. [Another small birdlike whistle as he sucks in more air, trying to remember to breathe, and yet too turned on to really care. Japan was back, here, and every bit as gorgeous as always. Raven locks, big dark eyes Marco could get lost in and swallowed hole. Like the night and secrets and all kinds of things Marco wanted to unlock and reveal more of. He was tight and warm and everything Marco wanted to feel more.]