[Nope, there's absolutely no need for Elan to hide his blushing face. Hiyori is more than happy to soak in the view; he looks absolutely adorable like this, all desperate and needy. Hiyori could eat him right up.]

I don't care much for that sort of language.

[A rich thing for him to say, perhaps, since he's saying it while he strokes an almost-stranger's cock in a love hotel. Is this romantic? Surely not. They hardly know each other, after all. So what is it, then? Fake romance? Just killing time?

No. This might not be romantic, but he knows it's not those other things, either.]

We might not be "two hearts beating as one," but we can at least get a little closer, hmm?

[But enough of that. There's no need to get philosophical when Elan is red and squirmy underneath him. He speeds up his hand, rubbing his thumb against the underside of Elan's cock as he airily continues,]

Any~way! All I'm saying is that if you want something specific, you should ask for it! But if not, I'll just have my way with you as I please.

[His eyes darken a little as he teasingly adds,]

Maybe that's what you were hoping for all along?