[Marco just closes his eyes once more, and pounds steadily into the smaller man, keeping the rhythm even with his hand, and maybe just a little faster here and there. Too perfect. Japan even smelled nice. Like ocean and warm almost like fire bubbled beneath, and that was something Marco was more used to from devil fruit users. Someday he might ask him about it. When it wouldn't sound completely insane. For now though, he just trails kisses down Japan's cheeks and neck; anywhere he could reach, complete with a flutter of eyelashes for incidental butterfly kisses. Okay he's a bit gay.]
November 15th; action