A little. [It's hard to tell when he can feel his own beating a million times a minute. His stomach sucks in a little at the contact, relaxing shortly after. His hand pulls away then, curling to take Oikawa's and press it over his own.]
I'm not doing much better.
[It's intimate. The way he leaves Oikawa's hand there, his own sliding over wrist and arm until he reaches he shoulder again. He leans to give him another slow kiss, lips melting together but with a hint of teeth this time.]
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I'm not doing much better.
[It's intimate. The way he leaves Oikawa's hand there, his own sliding over wrist and arm until he reaches he shoulder again. He leans to give him another slow kiss, lips melting together but with a hint of teeth this time.]