[there's a little sound that Manabu tries to stifle when pressed, but there's no poker facing through the pulse; his ears perk and flop back down, face flushing anew in light of all the praise-filled assurance. his traitorous tail wags after that initial stiffening and floofing, and Manabu's reduced to melting, relief mottled in his shaky exhale before he's bidden to little winces and grunts at the nipping. it's nothing dire, but it's the kind of prodding done to get the kind of noises he's making.
he can be happy instead of guilty, then, to feel the kind of gratification he's getting under all this attention. Grey's pleased to give it.
it's not long before he's trapped between wanting to squirm against his hands and rub up against his cock, dueling pleasures that demand even measures of attention without concession - about the nicest conundrum to be in, especially when entrusted to Grey's care.]
Wh, whatever you want...I, I can take it. See? So, so don't hold back.
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he can be happy instead of guilty, then, to feel the kind of gratification he's getting under all this attention. Grey's pleased to give it.
it's not long before he's trapped between wanting to squirm against his hands and rub up against his cock, dueling pleasures that demand even measures of attention without concession - about the nicest conundrum to be in, especially when entrusted to Grey's care.]
Wh, whatever you want...I, I can take it. See? So, so don't hold back.