[Grey's breath catches when he feels Manabu embrace him, but he doesn't shy away. In fact, he's a little afraid to move because he doesn't want Manabu to risk scaring Manabu off somehow. He wants Manabu here, securely pressed against him, his breath against Grey's collarbones, Manabu's hair tickling the underside of his chin.
My Manabu...
It's a thought he's had before, really. He half-thinks of Manabu as his already, and dearly wants Manabu to belong to him. Grey's, to protect, to hold, to bicker with, to work with... And so much else besides.
Grey resumes petting Manabu with slow strokes, gently burrowing his fingers into Manabu's hair to rub at the scalp.]
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My Manabu...
It's a thought he's had before, really. He half-thinks of Manabu as his already, and dearly wants Manabu to belong to him. Grey's, to protect, to hold, to bicker with, to work with... And so much else besides.
Grey resumes petting Manabu with slow strokes, gently burrowing his fingers into Manabu's hair to rub at the scalp.]