[It's true, Oikawa had been afraid of a rejection for so much intimacy so soon, but they've been so comfortable with each other for years. His hand hesitates in place as his breath hitches at that permission, before he slows the kisses to just smile at him. Slowly, his hand lowers further until he was carefully palming him through his pants, tracing the shape hidden under those last layers with his fingertips.]
I can't remember. You usually give in to me with a lot of trying. [Oikawa didn't want that to be the case, not for this. He wanted that permission.]
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I can't remember. You usually give in to me with a lot of trying. [Oikawa didn't want that to be the case, not for this. He wanted that permission.]