[he's first, thankfully, because Grey's not going to keep stroking at him forever. Manabu sags, bouncing more through Grey's force alone than any effort of his own while coming (all over the place, nasty), yelping in surprise when he's grabbed in the midst of it and--
y'know. he's not sure he could come up with a way to describe that sensation to himself, filled up as he is. still addled and in the midst of his own orgasm, it sure as hell is an experience.
he's still awash in it, uttering a sound with each errant jerk that jolts him out of any sense of easing out. hypersensitive to each throb, pulse, and ache, he shudders, arms trembling and still locked at the elbow as he sags over Grey, gripping his shoulders.
it takes a bit of time for his eyes to flutter open and back to focus on Grey.]
the scrub of shame
[he's first, thankfully, because Grey's not going to keep stroking at him forever. Manabu sags, bouncing more through Grey's force alone than any effort of his own while coming (all over the place, nasty), yelping in surprise when he's grabbed in the midst of it and--
y'know. he's not sure he could come up with a way to describe that sensation to himself, filled up as he is. still addled and in the midst of his own orgasm, it sure as hell is an experience.
he's still awash in it, uttering a sound with each errant jerk that jolts him out of any sense of easing out. hypersensitive to each throb, pulse, and ache, he shudders, arms trembling and still locked at the elbow as he sags over Grey, gripping his shoulders.
it takes a bit of time for his eyes to flutter open and back to focus on Grey.]
...Hh, hey...