[Manabu isn't thinking about the tail at all, beyond what it feels like to have him handling it; even gently it's still a reminder of harsher sensations. Grey, knelt before him, stirs up roiling, needy feelings, fueled by the dread omens that this is really it, this is the last time they'll be alone.
if he messes up, of course. and the odds there are...hm...
it goes against the spirit of binding the tail up, but again, he's not thinking about it when crouching down to meet Grey and kiss him before too much of a question can get out.]
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if he messes up, of course. and the odds there are...hm...
it goes against the spirit of binding the tail up, but again, he's not thinking about it when crouching down to meet Grey and kiss him before too much of a question can get out.]