Page 24 of Up All Night
Of course he landed on porn.
“Iyaaa daaaa!” the female porn actress cried out while she enacted one of the cringiest scenes you’ve ever seen.“Itai! Dame yo!”
If you don’t know Japanese, I’ll tell you that these are the types of phrases that get men arrested for assault charges back in America. Unfortunately, they’re so ubiquitous in Japanese porn – alongside that face and body language broadcasting extreme duress – that the first thing out of my mouth was, “Change it, please.”
“Yes, yes, don’t like.”
“Kimoi.” Cringey. Creepy. Gross-feeling.
“Sou. Kimoi.”
This was probably the first man I ever met who would readily agree with that. I didn’t press my luck when he changed it to open heart surgery, though.
Yes.
Hadrian changed our post-sex viewing to fuckingopen heart surgery.
(I don’t take medical shit well.)
“It’s interesting,” he said.
“Really? You like this?”
He didn’t push me away when I cuddled up next to him, hand plucking a few curly chest hairs. “Yes. Science is interesting.”
I was grossed the fuck out, but this was still better than distressing porn. Besides, I could ignore it and focus on him instead.
Hadrian changed the channel. Western porn. Well, soft core porn. That was one curvy blond woman shaking her ass at the camera, anyway.
“Oh, this I like!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You like that type of woman?”
He waggled his eyebrows at me. “It is the best.”
“You ever date an American woman before?”
“No, not before you.”
“Really? So? What do you think?”
He bit his lip, eyes wandering as he collected his thoughts. “It’s nice. I like.”
Good answer. “That’s why you want to move. You want to date American women.”
“Ahhh… maybe?”
Well, ladies, you’re welcome. Because of my great and terrible sacrifice, hunks like Hadrian are encouraged to move to America to sex us up with their talented cocks and great-smelling cologne. (Tip: Don’t get offended if they run off to the shower afterward. You were so much woman they needed a little time to themselves.)
The channels finally settled on a news report. The same one I had seen a million times that month: some woman was out there getting busted for growing weed, which is one of the biggest scandals possible in anti-drug Japan. Still, I’d take that over porn and open-heart surgery, thanks. Renewed with Hadrian’s flirtations, I slipped my hand down his stomach and teased his abdomen. He continued to bite his lip and regard me with curiosity.
Finally, he laughed, throwing back the covers. “Yes! Touch my dick!”
Confession: I find guys who say dick during sex to be absolutely hilarious for all the wrong reasons. But when Hadrian said that with such excitement, well, I had to touch his dick!
Aaaand not just with my hands, although they were pretty busy too.
I’ve already told you that Hadrian had one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen. Since making that assessment, I made it my duty to get a closer look at that thing that brought me so much sexual relief in my time of hormonal need. And maybe give it my personal thanks with a kiss or five thousand.
