_{[ There's a bit of noise when his ass is grabbed but he should have expected something like that. It's where a lot of his weight carries, after all. He breaks their kiss and tucks in his lower lip, as if nursing where France bit it. What France is suggesting does seem like a good idea. Unlike France, he isn't feeling much apprehension this time around. Instead of jumping right on the bed, he opts in to busying himself with France's shirt, unbuttoning each one slowly. He doesn't say something for awhile as he does this until the shirt is undone and his hands begin to wander. The body hair is what gets the most attention and America actually smiles. ]}

Dude, you just feel old.

_{[ What does that mean..! America. ]}

How much sex have you had?

_{[ AMERICA. ]}

Like.. a lot.. all the time, I bet. I'm really excited for you to show me a good time!

_{[ ... ah. That's when he breaks away and strips the rest of the way down, discarding all over his clothes and hopping onto the bed, enough to give it a little bounce before turning on his side to look at France, one of his hands lifting to remove his glasses once more. ]}