[A tender sort of excitement buzzes through Grey's skin. He doesn't have to restrain himself from touching Manabu as much as he likes, does he? Skimming his hand up and down Manabu's back, tugging lightly at Manabu's hair, brushing his lips over Manabu's mouth, cheeks, and nose.
He's fantasized quite a bit about touching Manabu in this intimate, mildly erotic fashion, but Grey hasn't spent quite as much time mentally rehearsing Manabu's own touch in return. The touch of Manabu's fingers trailing up his neck and tracing his jaw is a shock; his pulse, already unsteady, races at the contact.
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He's fantasized quite a bit about touching Manabu in this intimate, mildly erotic fashion, but Grey hasn't spent quite as much time mentally rehearsing Manabu's own touch in return. The touch of Manabu's fingers trailing up his neck and tracing his jaw is a shock; his pulse, already unsteady, races at the contact.
In between kisses, he murmurs:]
Ah... That's good...
[Another kiss, and:]
Touch me wherever you want...