[Grey's brain briefly stutters for a moment because this is almost exactly a scenario he's fantasized about before.]
...I think we can manage that.
[His hand curls around Manabu's; with the other he reaches out and touches Manabu's stomach. His fingers are still a bit wet from all the lube he'd been handling, and he shifts his touch down until his palm bumps against the head of Manabu's cock.]
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...I think we can manage that.
[His hand curls around Manabu's; with the other he reaches out and touches Manabu's stomach. His fingers are still a bit wet from all the lube he'd been handling, and he shifts his touch down until his palm bumps against the head of Manabu's cock.]