[Grey's had his share of shameful moments over the course of his life, and this? This is definitely up near the top. He's shaking a little as he sits on the shower stool, trying to sort out his thoughts while simultaneously not being sure he wants to. He'd like to forget this entire morning happened, thanks!
The shower was really just the first excuse to get away that came to mind, but now that he's here Grey figures he's committed. He strips off his clothes, sets them aside, and crouches under the shower head. Ice water is probably what's called for here, but he's already feeling pretty fucking tormented this morning, so he turns it on to a lukewarm temperature instead. The water raining down on his bare skin still makes him shiver.
Logic desperately throws him a lifeline in the sea of shame- morning wood- nocturnal penile tumescence- *is* a very common occurrence, he reminds himself. Manabu's probably experienced it plenty of times himself, since he was able to recognize it!
He probably shouldn't be picturing Manabu with an erection. He definitely shouldn't be imagining Manabu, flushed and muzzy from just waking up, with his dick hard between his legs... Shifting about and shyly touching Grey's arm... Can you give me a hand, Grey?
There's a light thunk from the bathroom as Grey taps his forehead against the wall. Idiot!!! Don't think about things like that!!!
On the other hand... He does need to do something about his situation...
Grey closes his eyes, takes his aching cock in one hand, and covers his mouth with the other.
It's a rather frustrating session he has in the shower, honestly. The buzz of arousal feels good, and the thoughts of Manabu are pleasing- when he isn't getting distracted by feelings of shame and the part of his brain that tells him Manabu would never, ever say or do things like that. That makes it more difficult to reach climax, but he does eventually, sinking his teeth into the palm of his hand with a muffled moan and spilling his cum into his hand and against the tiled wall.
Then he has to clean up after himself and leave, but at least by then he's feeling significantly calmer and doesn't have a visible tent in his pants. He's still feeling rather mortified but he's hanging onto the hope that Manabu will 1) be understanding of his woes, and 2) keep his fucking mouth shut.]
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The shower was really just the first excuse to get away that came to mind, but now that he's here Grey figures he's committed. He strips off his clothes, sets them aside, and crouches under the shower head. Ice water is probably what's called for here, but he's already feeling pretty fucking tormented this morning, so he turns it on to a lukewarm temperature instead. The water raining down on his bare skin still makes him shiver.
Logic desperately throws him a lifeline in the sea of shame- morning wood- nocturnal penile tumescence- *is* a very common occurrence, he reminds himself. Manabu's probably experienced it plenty of times himself, since he was able to recognize it!
He probably shouldn't be picturing Manabu with an erection. He definitely shouldn't be imagining Manabu, flushed and muzzy from just waking up, with his dick hard between his legs... Shifting about and shyly touching Grey's arm... Can you give me a hand, Grey?
There's a light thunk from the bathroom as Grey taps his forehead against the wall. Idiot!!! Don't think about things like that!!!
On the other hand... He does need to do something about his situation...
Grey closes his eyes, takes his aching cock in one hand, and covers his mouth with the other.
It's a rather frustrating session he has in the shower, honestly. The buzz of arousal feels good, and the thoughts of Manabu are pleasing- when he isn't getting distracted by feelings of shame and the part of his brain that tells him Manabu would never, ever say or do things like that. That makes it more difficult to reach climax, but he does eventually, sinking his teeth into the palm of his hand with a muffled moan and spilling his cum into his hand and against the tiled wall.
Then he has to clean up after himself and leave, but at least by then he's feeling significantly calmer and doesn't have a visible tent in his pants. He's still feeling rather mortified but he's hanging onto the hope that Manabu will 1) be understanding of his woes, and 2) keep his fucking mouth shut.]