[Manabu has a hard time keeping still, all up until Grey has hold of a very delicate part of him. he shivers and holds his breath, tensing and bracing against the tentative touch, exhaling in a shaky breath.
thinking about Grey while touching himself versus this…it’s miles apart.
he groans into Grey’s mouth, his tongue at a lost while he’s been got by the dick. his hips roll up against his hand, hand tugging helplessly at Grey’s shirt.
messy and awkward but utterly sincere, Manabu is putty in Grey’s hands, whimpering as his need escalates.
the hand not clutching at Grey’s shirt tangles into his hair in the errant searching and writhing in the midst of all that sensation.
his coming is entirely up to Grey, sooner or later, but Manabu was already so tangled up with yearning that it’s easy to tip him over the edge - more a test to keep him from it.]
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thinking about Grey while touching himself versus this…it’s miles apart.
he groans into Grey’s mouth, his tongue at a lost while he’s been got by the dick. his hips roll up against his hand, hand tugging helplessly at Grey’s shirt.
messy and awkward but utterly sincere, Manabu is putty in Grey’s hands, whimpering as his need escalates.
the hand not clutching at Grey’s shirt tangles into his hair in the errant searching and writhing in the midst of all that sensation.
his coming is entirely up to Grey, sooner or later, but Manabu was already so tangled up with yearning that it’s easy to tip him over the edge - more a test to keep him from it.]