[ France has no intention of disappointing America or failing his own reputation. The younger blond doesn't deliver lines as France does, but he doesn't need to for the older nation to be interested. His eyes remain glued to the tawny head as it descends down his torso, mind filled with all the things they could do. Never one to remove himself from the moment, especially in this regard, he focuses on America's fingers wrapping around him and holding his length at attention.

A shiver passes through him at America's fascination at France's very obvious interest. His answer comes out quietly as well, not wanting to ruin the moment. ]

I knew you were an exhibitionist. Does that excite you, knowing how turned on I am?

[ He knows how he'd answer, and maybe, just maybe they aren't all too differently wired in that regard. It's a humbling thought and the moan is well-earned; America seems to genuinely adore having the Frenchman's length in his mouth. France has had plenty of partners that were good at giving head, but he could tell the difference between those that used it as foreplay and those that could make it the whole event. America was the latter. ]

Tease... [ It is an affectionate jab and one that's accompanied by a grin. He fluffs the pillow behind his head with a sigh, adjusting his position just so when America goes for the lube, an eyebrow lifting in silent approval. ] I did enjoy watching you impale yourself on my fingers. Why would I look away when I have such a nice show?