[the initial jolt was stirring enough, but Grey handling and fiddling about keeps a persistent current of overly stimulating information buzzed through his nervous system, and it's all he can do to keep from moaning into his hand. the attention makes the fur fluff up while hair stands up on the back of his neck; he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think of something - anything - other than the notion of Grey's hands on him.
the feeling persists even after his tail is released, leaving Manabu standing there flushed and flustered and muzzled, barely registering the ask but still mumbling some kind of noise all the same.
independently of his wishes, the tail moves in a couple slow wags, thumping at Grey's shoulder.]
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the feeling persists even after his tail is released, leaving Manabu standing there flushed and flustered and muzzled, barely registering the ask but still mumbling some kind of noise all the same.
independently of his wishes, the tail moves in a couple slow wags, thumping at Grey's shoulder.]