[The bite gets to him, like Oikawa's claiming something that was already his. Has always been his, if he thinks about it. Not like he can completely with hot and wet kisses against his skin, the way his mind closes off to Oikawa's voice and the way his hand moves tight around him.
His eyes peek open, looks at the way he's looking at him and he loses it. His spine shifts to help him jerk his hips into his hand, his hands shake against Oikawa's skin, palms flattening out against his abs and stomach. His nails bite in a little and it's only when he forces his lips to part for air that the groan of "Tooru" slips out. He curses, hips moving one more time, grinding in a circle into his hand and then he hits his peak, coming into his hand.]
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Date: 2015-06-14 09:36 pm (UTC)His eyes peek open, looks at the way he's looking at him and he loses it. His spine shifts to help him jerk his hips into his hand, his hands shake against Oikawa's skin, palms flattening out against his abs and stomach. His nails bite in a little and it's only when he forces his lips to part for air that the groan of "Tooru" slips out. He curses, hips moving one more time, grinding in a circle into his hand and then he hits his peak, coming into his hand.]