[Grey shoots a concerned look at Manabu's shoulder, even after Manabu gives him a muffled reassurance. He hopes he isn't accidentally injuring the man, his body's doubtless been through enough abuse recently. Or basically since Manabu was born.
Best to get this over with, then. Grey glances down at what he's doing, adjusting his grip on Manabu's tail. The thick fur is soft and pleasant beneath his hand as he slides his hand down closer to the end of the tail.
With his other hand, Grey hooks two fingers under the waistband of Manabu's boxers. It's intended as a practical action, but between that and the tail in his hands he's acutely conscious of how intimate the moment is, and Grey feels himself heating up in response.
He feels he should be berating himself, if only in his head, but no actual words come to mind, only an acute sense of guilt as he tugs the waistband away enough that he can tuck Manabu's tail inside and slip his hand into Manabu's boxers- just briefly enough to poke Manabu's tail through the hole before withdrawing, leaving him with a brief impression of warm flesh.
In a more brisk motion he grabs the end of Manabu's tail again and tugs it the rest of the way through the hole, ruffling the hell out of the fur in the process. He reflexively sets a hand on it to smooth the fur down, then realizes what he's doing and drops his hands to his sides.]
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[Grey shoots a concerned look at Manabu's shoulder, even after Manabu gives him a muffled reassurance. He hopes he isn't accidentally injuring the man, his body's doubtless been through enough abuse recently.
Or basically since Manabu was born.Best to get this over with, then. Grey glances down at what he's doing, adjusting his grip on Manabu's tail. The thick fur is soft and pleasant beneath his hand as he slides his hand down closer to the end of the tail.
With his other hand, Grey hooks two fingers under the waistband of Manabu's boxers. It's intended as a practical action, but between that and the tail in his hands he's acutely conscious of how intimate the moment is, and Grey feels himself heating up in response.
He feels he should be berating himself, if only in his head, but no actual words come to mind, only an acute sense of guilt as he tugs the waistband away enough that he can tuck Manabu's tail inside and slip his hand into Manabu's boxers- just briefly enough to poke Manabu's tail through the hole before withdrawing, leaving him with a brief impression of warm flesh.
In a more brisk motion he grabs the end of Manabu's tail again and tugs it the rest of the way through the hole, ruffling the hell out of the fur in the process. He reflexively sets a hand on it to smooth the fur down, then realizes what he's doing and drops his hands to his sides.]
...Is that. Any better?