G-grey-- [he's still seeing stars while being so easily handled and moved, panting heavily and trembling with the persistent current of pleasure coursing through his body. he hasn't come, after all; he's still hard and aching despite that rush, tense and straddling that line between pleasure and pain.
he can barely process where's he's been moved or where Grey's at before his skin is lit up again; after his tail curled and moved to let himself twist onto his back, his hips lifting as much to support that shift for comfort as it is to keep connected to Grey between the array of kisses.]
Grey...nhh... [his stomach flutters amidst the attention, knees drawing up, fingers curling into the bedsheets in his grasp.]
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he can barely process where's he's been moved or where Grey's at before his skin is lit up again; after his tail curled and moved to let himself twist onto his back, his hips lifting as much to support that shift for comfort as it is to keep connected to Grey between the array of kisses.]
Grey...nhh... [his stomach flutters amidst the attention, knees drawing up, fingers curling into the bedsheets in his grasp.]