[He hates that he feels so flushed already from this. That his inexperience feels like it's showing more and more by the second. He doesn't know where to grip onto him. Doesn't know if he should be touching him back or if he can concentrate long enough to do it. If he even has room given the face that his backside is pretty much over his lap anyway.
All he can think of is the pounding of his blood as it pumps around his body and the admission Oikawa replies with.]
How much?
[He feels breathless asking it, but the idea that Oikawa might have touched himself while thinking of something like this... His hands scratch down over skin, curling into fists near his stomach as he tries to stop himself from bucking up into his hand--it doesn't work.]
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All he can think of is the pounding of his blood as it pumps around his body and the admission Oikawa replies with.]
How much?
[He feels breathless asking it, but the idea that Oikawa might have touched himself while thinking of something like this... His hands scratch down over skin, curling into fists near his stomach as he tries to stop himself from bucking up into his hand--it doesn't work.]