[the touch elicits a sound through Manabu's nose and a shifting of posture - straighter back, nearly turning his head away out of reflex, but still connected by that tongue in his mouth. even in hindsight (no pun intended), Manabu can't really fully understand why Grey gets under his skin so quickly and so certainly, but in the moment it's more a source of pleasure than concern.
when there's a break for air, Manabu fidgets in Grey's lap, sitting back and pulling his shirt off his own shoulders before getting his hands under Grey's and feeling around the topography of his waist and back while the material moves up with his arms.]
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when there's a break for air, Manabu fidgets in Grey's lap, sitting back and pulling his shirt off his own shoulders before getting his hands under Grey's and feeling around the topography of his waist and back while the material moves up with his arms.]