[so like Grey to think about the logistics and impact; so like Manabu to think nothing at all of any of it.
he utters an affirmative noise while chewing on his own lip, grip on Grey's shoulders squeezing a bit before he decides to let go and sit back a little and help get himself out of his pants and underclothes. even the musty air still tingles on bare skin because it's air he's sharing in proximity to Grey, and the awareness that time is limited only makes it more poignant.
he doesn't want this to be a last time, but he can't kick that feeling that maybe, possible. maybe. somehow. maybe Grey's going to touch his cheek and walk away with a farewell.
the notion makes his expression wash into something a touch anguished before he's ducked his head to lavish Grey's throat and shoulders with attention.]
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he utters an affirmative noise while chewing on his own lip, grip on Grey's shoulders squeezing a bit before he decides to let go and sit back a little and help get himself out of his pants and underclothes. even the musty air still tingles on bare skin because it's air he's sharing in proximity to Grey, and the awareness that time is limited only makes it more poignant.
he doesn't want this to be a last time, but he can't kick that feeling that maybe, possible. maybe. somehow. maybe Grey's going to touch his cheek and walk away with a farewell.
the notion makes his expression wash into something a touch anguished before he's ducked his head to lavish Grey's throat and shoulders with attention.]