[The tension just encourages Grey to press harder as he washes, turning the scrub down into a bit of a soapy massage while he's there. Handling Manabu's back is very nice, but Grey's continually tempted to slide his hands over Manabu's ribs to fondle the rest of his body, and to put his mouth on Manabu's skin while he's at it.
When Manabu glances over his shoulder Grey is hard at work on Manabu's lower back, but his gaze flicks up when Manabu speaks.]
I don't want to stop.
[Or more precisely: Grey wants Manabu to get worked up. God knows Grey already is.]
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When Manabu glances over his shoulder Grey is hard at work on Manabu's lower back, but his gaze flicks up when Manabu speaks.]
I don't want to stop.
[Or more precisely: Grey wants Manabu to get worked up. God knows Grey already is.]