[Manabu’s head swims from that, and though he only utters a flustered sound, his compliant body squirms to meet Grey’s hand before he can think a yes or no; it’d be easy to imagine the look on his face, and the spike of heat gives it away.]
J-jeez…! [he can’t even scoff, though he tries. I’m already losing it!
the fingers near the collar of Grey’s shirt curl against it reflexively.]
no subject
J-jeez…! [he can’t even scoff, though he tries. I’m already losing it!
the fingers near the collar of Grey’s shirt curl against it reflexively.]
I mean—-! You better—-