[As the shirt slips off Grey's arms and into Manabu's hands, Grey's hit by a heated pulse of yearning and self-consciousness. He settles back and stares at Manabu staring at him; there's an urge to cross his arms over his chest but at the same time he rather likes the dumbstruck expression on Manabu's face.
God.]
...It was getting in the way, wasn't it?
[He holds out his arms in a wordless invitation for Manabu to get back to touching and kissing.]
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on 2024-04-25 10:25 pm (UTC)God.]
...It was getting in the way, wasn't it?
[He holds out his arms in a wordless invitation for Manabu to get back to touching and kissing.]