[He isn't looking at his face, instead his eyes shift down towards the slightly open blanket, watching the way Oikawa's hands move over his body. It's like they're learning each other all over again, or at least that's how it feels to the non-perverts in the room, anyway.
Another soft kiss is left against his collarbone, forehead pressing there right after. He makes no move to stop the other anyway, even as his own hands slide to his front. Only one moves up this time though, moving until it's pressed over Oikawa's heart.]
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Another soft kiss is left against his collarbone, forehead pressing there right after. He makes no move to stop the other anyway, even as his own hands slide to his front. Only one moves up this time though, moving until it's pressed over Oikawa's heart.]