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Hong Kong-san,

It has come to my attention that our time here together has grown into something much more than what we have at home. Perhaps it is a forbidden sort of love, but I believe that is what causes it to burn so strongly! Forgive me if this is far too sudden, but I will wait as long as it takes for Hong Kong-san to be ready for such a thing. Please contact me as soon as this message is received. We do not have to stay in a place such as this with so many limitations...

With love,
The State of Japan

[Yup...

As Japan's communicator sends this message out, he'll just be on a walk and checking out Ace's old warehouse. Feel free to run into him along the way or come find him, otherwise he does have his comm with him!]

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Ah... yeah. Don't stab me in the back or with seastone. Like in a literal sense. I get nervous with things near my spine. [Runs a hand through Japan's hair, playing with the black strands and letting them slip between his fingers, gently falling on Japan's head, before grabbing more. All the while, encouraging more of everything Japan's doing. Marco's other hand tickles under Japan's chin lightly as he lays back a little more to get comfortable.] And don't blindfold me either... or make me deaf. Or unable to speak. I guess I don't like sensory deprivation... and it reminds of ... you know.

[A gulp and then a small gasp at the hand on his length. Ah damn, too good. He stifles a blush, shifting a little more into the hand, and grips the sheets.]

Oh! And I hate spiders. They creep me out. [Thank you Onigumo :| But the whole experience is strangely liberating. Telling Japan his fears, and however silly they might be, completely knowing it's okay, that he's as safe as if he told them to his Pops; only even better because he doesn't have to pretend to be quite as invincible with Japan. And yet Japan will respect it anyway; he's sure of it.] So don't grow 8 artificial legs or anything. Tentacles are fine, just make it more kraken, less spider. [Shivers.]

And um. I can't move a lot in water... much at at all really. But you like baths to be relaxing so that's fine. [Limits... limits...] Don't try to turn me on in midair? I'm not sure my concentration is perfect enough for that.

Should I tell you other good things too? I don't really have a lot of limits. Or if I do, they've never been reached, no matter what I cam across. And I've seen extensive amounts of your art, eh.

[Sensory deprivation was a big thing, so he's glad Marco made sure to note it. But he continues along, licking the tip of Marco's rather teasingly and pausing there, taunting and slowly answering.]

All information would be appreciated. That is, whatever Marco can think of, good or bad.

[He'll remember it and see what he can do with the information... For now, though, he lowers himself onto Marco, swirling his tongue around.

He felt so forward today, but... This was their relationship, wasn't it? He liked it. It was... new. Interesting. Exciting...]

[Groans at the lick and he's tempted to put a pillow over his head, but he needs to breathe, focusing on not losing his breath, even as he keeps playing with Japan's hair.]

Ahhh I'm not... into asphyxiation. Aye? You -- [Shivers and takes another deep breath, his entire senses tingling with excitement.] You know how I have trouble breathing sometimes... bird thing there too. [Oh god warm... and that tongue... Marco could die happy now.] Um but if it was near the end I could deal. [He would pass out though, so caution advised.]

An-And... um I like warm things. Cold weather is fine, but then I like it in blankets. I love high places -- e-especially [Another suck in of air] in summer. Or ledges if I'm topping. I'm not really into food sex because... it's messy. [He doesn't like any messy things and anything involving mud is right out, but he always assumed this would never apply because Japan is pretty much at least as much of a neat freak as him.] If you're happy I'll be pretty happy. Hm... I like blue too. And I don't mind upside down, no special preference though. It's generally... pretty hard to get out of my comfort zone. Just be yourself. I want to try it in the rain once too... to see you shine.

[So much, so much! He feels his cheeks heating up at the mention of ledges, for some reason he hadn't recognized before, but he continues to pay attention to Marco. He works into bobbing his head with a certain sort of effort now, eyes half lidded as he thinks. Focuses, really.

There are some more wild and bizarre things that are obscure for even Japan. Not high interests, just things that have crossed his mind, but he doesn't believe they should apply in this case. There are the less-wild-than-those-but-still-shocking-from-japan type things which he's considering more and more, trying to mix and match the perfect scenario for a later date... Was he being too formulaic? Hopefully not.

He hums, both to let Marco know that he's listening and encouraging more (if there is any), and to add to the sensations he's giving. In the rain... That makes his stomach heat up and he's all the more aware of his own erection, shifting a bit to try and... ignore it for the most part as he deals with Marco.]

[Stifles a whimper by biting into a knuckle, though as soon as he lets go, winds up whistling anyway. The humming is just perfect, and Marco winds up bucking slightly in spite of himself, trying to control it and hold still, but fighting the desire to cut look was never his forte.]

And smells... I love salt-air. And fire. And anything spring: hay, the right mix of flowers, all of that sets me off. Damn, I mentioned colors? Oh... you know about my neck. And if you ever really wanted to boss me around, tugging on my tail ahh -- [shivers, just a quick pure shudder of pleasure for the spine down.] directs me where to go. Oh and if you're going to kick me, doing it in the face while wearing heeled boots and a dress or skirt will kill me. [IN a good way. With nosebleed. Though Marco will do a lot of peeking up =\]

Eh... from the knees down I actually don't have much sensation in my legs or feet. Not for pain anyway. Calf massages are great, but I get so relaxed I get sleepy. Above the knees is pretty sensitive though... and my neck is, but if you're really gentle on it I just feel trusting. So bites are better unless you want to snuggle, then you could pet me there and I won't want much else.

[Marco, being a bird, also believes heavily in constant snuggles time. That and being a Whitebeard pirate and a cuddly bird meant he always got these and was spoiled on them, as Japan has probably realized by how much Marco tends to steal personal contact as often as he can.] I like... jeez... everything about you. Starlight, moonlight, watching you glow. It's like the sun is too bright, so rain or night are best with you. It's really hard to spoil you silly though since I can't go out and buy you presents all the time and I'm not sure anything I make is up to par, so I'll make sure to fish a lot. And maybe take up scrimshaw. I like books, and words, and haikus, and poetry, but I can't write it myself.

I love the rocking of waves, and spring winds, it's hard not to just want to fuck you silly all the time. Everything you do turns me on. When you bend over or look at me with giant eyes. When you change clothes too many times a day, or you're just in your lounging around clothes. When you're working and do that thing with your pen or worse, that thing with your tongue. [Whistles again. Damn this is all driving him crazy. And the more the licking goes on, the more incoherent, but freer, Marco starts to get.]

I like... bad pickup lines. Saying them to see reactions. I always want to try them on you, but the mood never seems right and I don't want to ruin a good one. Hard to tell your sense of humor about those. I love when you laugh. I feel like it's all for me, the greatest treasure I could receive and I simultaneously want to show the world and keep it to myself.

[Japan's figuring he must be so red by now. He is enjoying hearing all of this, but the more Marco goes on, the more he's imagining it all, and such flattering words go to his head quite quickly. He continues on despite how difficult it now is to stay still. Although there's a thought soon after that Marco seems to enjoy his fidgeting anyway, and he allows himself to within reason, bobbing his head even more as he applies a nice increase in pressure with his tongue.

These things and go in a thousand directions, and as he's waiting to see if that's all Marco can come up with, he's mapping them out in his head. Which things were possible? Some were too daring and would require more time, but others were just enough, and his stomach was itching at how vividly he could imagine it.

He hums again, trailing light fingers along the inside of Marco's legs before cupping and squeezing lightly at his balls.]

[Gasps and groans, trying not to shift too much, but absolutely adoring the feel and the sight of Japan's movements. Oh god, definitely getting close now. His own face is too flushed to ever mock Japan's blush, breathing coming harder by the second as Marco tries to figure out other things to give Japan clues into his head.]

Oh god... that's good Bushido... [Laces his fingers through Japan's hair, gently encouraging, but not entirely guiding. He's running out of words, running out of the ability to think, much less speak, but he refuses to give up either.]

You can go all out on me too, eh? I won't make you fight if you don't want to, but if you want to, I can take it. [A whistle, he's really starting to lose it.] Good things... I want to do just about everything you've ever drawn, if that counts.

[E-everything he's ever drawn, oh my. Those are enticing words to Japan, and he feels the need to show it, so he lowers his head the next bob to take Marco further and continues with his hands in sensual motions.

It almost makes him want to try things now, but there's nothing to do from this position, and even when he's done, he's not sure how long he'll be lasting on his own. A second time or anything like that... he's honestly not sure if he's capable of that. That's something he hasn't tried, and gosh those fingers in his hair feel really nice, he doesn't just hum, he groans now.]

[Moans along with him. He's completely out of words now, just shifts, melting from Japan's attentions and not sure how long he can really last at this rate. He keeps playing with Japan's hair and sucks in a chirp that's threatening to escape. He quickly memorizes the scene with his eyes before shutting them to focus.]

Oh god... so warm. A-and one time, you should play video games while riding me, eh?

[Blinks a little and clenches the black strands a little tighter, trying to hold on but starting to lose this battle already.]

[Video games... Trying to imagine that sort of scene is completely embarrassing. He's not sure he could focus on the game at all, but he'd try, and he supposes that's the entire point since while it does seem so weird it also sounds... appealing.

His hair being gripped tighter is more encouragement, and he takes in that sort of feeling as pleasure. In return, he bobs deeper and faster, his breathing quite fast and uneven by this point.]

I-I'll take that as a yes. [Groans and finds it even harder to breathe. he definitely can't hold on any longer.]

Oh.. oh... Bushido... [Panting as the only warning he can give before bucking a little harder and coming quickly in flood.]

[It's not so surprising, but witnessing Marco finding relief while he was still in need of it was something he had a strange liking for. Right now he just had to worry about sliding away slowly, covering his mouth with an arm as he takes a moment to swallow and then pants a bit for air.

He raises himself enough to rest his head on Marco's chest, brushing against him in any way he can manage along the way.]

That's all very helpful. Surely... we will grow to know each other even more... this way. Ah...

[Grins haphazardly, still in a daze as he tugs Japan closer to him and lightly nibbles his bottom lip in a rough kiss.] Don't forget, that makes this your turn. I expect full disclosure. Because if you want me to go all out, knowing which directions to avoid or take would speed that up a lot.

[And remove giant chunks of indecision, more importantly. A warm hand goes back to lightly stroking Japan's length as Marco kisses him a few more times, trying to catch his breath and calm down enough to continue.]

Mm...

[He hadn't thought of just how difficult it would be to speak just purely because of how worked up he was already. That still doesn't seem to be much of a worry right now-- he'd get to saying it all eventually-- so he returns that kiss in full. It's a little hard to keep up with breathing right, but he doesn't really care right now...

He'll at least manage a few words right now.]

Yes, it's my turn... [And then... oh. Kissing more.]

[Smirks ear to ear and kiss his way down Japan's throat, biting lightly and hums against his skin.]

I like when you're this forward. Especially if it's just for me, eh? [Nibbles down to a nipple and lightly bites it, before inching his way down Japan's chest.]

I-in this sort of situation, it is normal.

[But yes Marco it's just for you. He shifts despite all efforts to try not to, each little nibble or bite increasing the warm feeling in the pit of his stomach.]

F-forgive me, I am trying to speak. [With what he likes, he means, but oh gosh these feelings. He's wondering if just talking to him after would work. Was that backing out? Oh, he didn't even know, but saying 'everything you said' too was lame, and he had more than that, but...]

You'll find the words. [Predatory grin, eyes glowing as his inches further down. He can't help enjoying how each nibble seems to set Japan off even more, and it's nice watching Japan get flustered instead of him this time.] I have the utmost faith in you to find a way. As a true Japanese man, isn't it?

[Moves the hand off and licks just around the head in a small circle.]

Surely...

[He's got about no patience left by now, resisting every urge to buck into that. He could wait just the moment longer for that, at least, and it would be all that more enjoyable... It's impossible to think straight, though. His pounding heart was filling his ears, so between any quiet groans and pants he grips lightly at Marco's hair with one hand.]

[Looks up with a cute grin around the cock in his mouth. For anyone else, Marco would have pulled back and tossed out a teasing quip. "Going to show me how forceful you can be?" Almost daring him to try harder. But just this once, Marco wants to see what Japan will do instead. Will he decide that on his own? No egging on? It almost didn't matter what Japan did, Marco was looking forward to it, and would most likely enjoy it no matter what.

He bobs his head deeper on the shaft and hums very softly in pleasure so that it reverberates on Japan's length, especially along the areas extra slicked by Marco's tongue sliding up and down in rhythm along the short man's length.]

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