[His head drops forward, pressing tight into Oikawa's neck as his hands curl up over his shoulders. He just... needs a minute. It's the length of time that it takes for Oikawa to clean him up in the end, feeling weird that for once it's Oikawa taking care of him, not the other way around.
He pulls back just in time to meet the kiss at least, even if he's half concentrating on moving his hands to Oikawa's shoulders, using him as leverage to lift himself up a bit, aiming to sit further back on Oikawa's lap.
He doesn't pull his mouth away, though the kiss is lazier than before thanks to him overthinking where to put his hand, where to touch to make Oikawa feel good as well. It's also because he's tired and thirsty/hungry as hell now.
He sinks his hands down, reaching for the fastenings on his trousers to open them up. The movements are far less sure than Oikawa's had been, but he'd also not thought about this anywhere near as much as the other teen.]
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He pulls back just in time to meet the kiss at least, even if he's half concentrating on moving his hands to Oikawa's shoulders, using him as leverage to lift himself up a bit, aiming to sit further back on Oikawa's lap.
He doesn't pull his mouth away, though the kiss is lazier than before thanks to him overthinking where to put his hand, where to touch to make Oikawa feel good as well. It's also because he's tired and thirsty/hungry as hell now.
He sinks his hands down, reaching for the fastenings on his trousers to open them up. The movements are far less sure than Oikawa's had been, but he'd also not thought about this anywhere near as much as the other teen.]