A low sigh slipped from his lips and he tilted his head back to expose more of his neck to Silvio. Su-jin arched up against him. Those big hands against his skin were warm and he could feel his skin electrified by the touch. Shifting his arms so he could his fingers through Silvio's hair, be breathed out a soft, needy moan.

Oh, he knew exactly what game Silvio was playing. This time, he made sure to enunciate each word carefully so that however abysmal his accent may be, there would be no misunderstanding.

"I need you to fuck me all night long. Over and over again. I want to feel your cum dripping down my thighs when I finally stand up. Do you understand?"