[distantly, Manabu knows this hurts, but pain is nothing in the face of everything else overtaking his senses and focus. hearing Grey fall apart, feeling the heat coming from more than friction as he comes, buffeted by the heat of his gasping...it's a lot.
it's all he can do to brace through it all, though the notion of touching Grey lingers; he just can't make his fists uncurl or elbows unlock from how they've stuck to endure it all.
the tingle of his own heat keeps him abuzz and just a little safe from complete incoherence - enough to look up and marvel at the state of Grey. it gives him a weird, humbling, aroused feeling he doesn't have a proper sense for.
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it's all he can do to brace through it all, though the notion of touching Grey lingers; he just can't make his fists uncurl or elbows unlock from how they've stuck to endure it all.
the tingle of his own heat keeps him abuzz and just a little safe from complete incoherence - enough to look up and marvel at the state of Grey. it gives him a weird, humbling, aroused feeling he doesn't have a proper sense for.
he's calling for him.]
I-I'm here. Still.