[ The thug in the script might be desperate enough to do anything, but Genya chokes at the blatant order to remove his pants. Comically spits, even, as if he’s completely forgotten that this is a porno and not a classy drama. It’s a visceral reaction so sudden that his head whips to look at the director, expecting to be scolded for it—but the man is busy staring up at the lights and laughing like a toddler. He isn’t sure if he’s grateful that the guy is such a weird duck, but at least he didn’t notice the flub…
His hands hover over his belt, up and down, up and down, as his cheeks burn red. If it was just Aak he wouldn’t hesitate to take off his pants, but there’s the weirdo director and the cameraman… even though he’s been in the resort for over a year he’s still something of a prude when it comes to strangers and exhibitionism.
So he ad-libs, unaware that his personal feelings bleeding into the script have made it more tantalizing. Behind the camera, the cameraman clenches his fist. Yes, that’s right… you be shy and reluctant… perfect face, excellent juxtaposition between embarrassment and a rough, manly face… ]
You… don’t play with me… [ the mafia thug glowers, all the intimidation in that glare softened by his blush and the way he bites his lower lip, ] … be serious, I’m not fucking around about this…
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His hands hover over his belt, up and down, up and down, as his cheeks burn red. If it was just Aak he wouldn’t hesitate to take off his pants, but there’s the weirdo director and the cameraman… even though he’s been in the resort for over a year he’s still something of a prude when it comes to strangers and exhibitionism.
So he ad-libs, unaware that his personal feelings bleeding into the script have made it more tantalizing. Behind the camera, the cameraman clenches his fist. Yes, that’s right… you be shy and reluctant… perfect face, excellent juxtaposition between embarrassment and a rough, manly face… ]
You… don’t play with me… [ the mafia thug glowers, all the intimidation in that glare softened by his blush and the way he bites his lower lip, ] … be serious, I’m not fucking around about this…