[compliant and eager, but only compliant so far as eagerness allows, Manabu murmurs an acknowledgement while uncurling against the sleeping back. it's cold where Grey leaves him, and he's still electrified from all the pleasure-signals that tail-grabbing and ass-gripping have left him with.
he cannot, in fact, be very patient, and left to his own means fumbling about with ridding himself of his shirt, trying to lie comfortably while his tail and spine make nuisances of themselves; he rolls on his side as compromise to watch Grey - to ensure he's there and not going to just vanish on him; somehow his fuck-delirious brain has decided that the condition that he'll stay at all is if Manabu is more compliant than eager, and therein lies the trial.]
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he cannot, in fact, be very patient, and left to his own means fumbling about with ridding himself of his shirt, trying to lie comfortably while his tail and spine make nuisances of themselves; he rolls on his side as compromise to watch Grey - to ensure he's there and not going to just vanish on him; somehow his fuck-delirious brain has decided that the condition that he'll stay at all is if Manabu is more compliant than eager, and therein lies the trial.]