[It isn't as if Grey's at his most eloquent himself. All he can say, all he can think is Manabu. And maybe Manabu can tell from the way his grip on Manabu's hip tightens, almost desperate to keep a hold on him.
A sense of satisfaction wells up in him when he feels the tension in Manabu's muscles as the other man arches, and Grey leans forward, lowering himself just a little above Manabu. His movements begin to speed up as he chases his high.]
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A sense of satisfaction wells up in him when he feels the tension in Manabu's muscles as the other man arches, and Grey leans forward, lowering himself just a little above Manabu. His movements begin to speed up as he chases his high.]