[dazed and tingling, Manabu mirrors the wondering and wandering stare. his grip on Grey's hair has gone slack, leaving his hand to curl weak fingers on the back of his neck and a shoulder; his ears are full of the sound of water and heavy breathing, nose full of the scents of soap and semen, mouth still wet from Grey's tongue...
the darker shade of hair makes Grey's skin tone pop even more and show off the flushed state of it more plainly - his face moreso than the broad shoulders Manabu's arms are resting on. while sitting in his lap, they're properly eye level, and Manabu can properly appreciate the eyes appraising him without feeling stricken with shame for staring. they're really unique, aren't they...one is almost like an animal's... there's really no one like him, is there? even that mirrored face in the false ID doesn't have the same energy at all.
before a more lucid thought can form (probably something about, say, getting off the floor and actually cleaning up), Manabu tilts his head and leans into press a soft, sincere kiss to Grey's lips, soaking up a bit more of that moment without the beat of desperation that brought them there.]
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on 2024-04-08 12:30 pm (UTC)the darker shade of hair makes Grey's skin tone pop even more and show off the flushed state of it more plainly - his face moreso than the broad shoulders Manabu's arms are resting on. while sitting in his lap, they're properly eye level, and Manabu can properly appreciate the eyes appraising him without feeling stricken with shame for staring. they're really unique, aren't they...one is almost like an animal's... there's really no one like him, is there? even that mirrored face in the false ID doesn't have the same energy at all.
before a more lucid thought can form (probably something about, say, getting off the floor and actually cleaning up), Manabu tilts his head and leans into press a soft, sincere kiss to Grey's lips, soaking up a bit more of that moment without the beat of desperation that brought them there.]