[Grey has the decency to at least hurry while he's rummaging through a bag for the lube. And he's eager enough, a man on a mission, to not get distracted (much) by the sounds of whatever Manabu's doing. He finds the bottle at last, buried in a dye-stained towel, and turns back to Manabu without bothering to repack anything else he's pulled out.
He sees Manabu lying there, fully naked, with his eyes on Grey, and for a moment Grey's expression softens. A complex mixture of tenderness and the urge to fuck Manabu senseless is circulating throughout his body, intense enough to make him nearly dizzy.
Grey takes a breath and crouches at one end of the sleeping bag, setting the bottle aside for the moment. He yanks off his shirt, fumbles open the fastenings on his pants, and strips off his remaining clothes so that he's entirely bare before Manabu.]
Come here.
[He holds out his hands, gesturing for Manabu to come closer, to get back on Grey's lap.]
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He sees Manabu lying there, fully naked, with his eyes on Grey, and for a moment Grey's expression softens. A complex mixture of tenderness and the urge to fuck Manabu senseless is circulating throughout his body, intense enough to make him nearly dizzy.
Grey takes a breath and crouches at one end of the sleeping bag, setting the bottle aside for the moment. He yanks off his shirt, fumbles open the fastenings on his pants, and strips off his remaining clothes so that he's entirely bare before Manabu.]
Come here.
[He holds out his hands, gesturing for Manabu to come closer, to get back on Grey's lap.]