[Manabu sinks and folds into that grip, fast to wind his arms around Grey’s shoulders as he’s emboldened to match the desperation. he whimpers against his mouth, threading and curling fingers through Grey’s hair, parting only to suck in a quick breath before lunging back in.
every second counts, and it’s a second stolen in favor of something warmer and more comforting than the ominous precipice they have to walk off.]
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every second counts, and it’s a second stolen in favor of something warmer and more comforting than the ominous precipice they have to walk off.]