[He can't meet his gaze after that, too flushed to properly accept it right then. Right after though Oikawa's covering him again and it's even more than before. It feels like he's everywhere at once and all he can do is open his mouth, grip at his own hair and arch his back. He desperately wants to slam his hips up but he can barely move, and even then he's worried about what he'd do to the other.
His other hand tries to reach for his shoulder but he's not close enough. His hand flails in the air for a moment, searching for anything to ground himself with when he gives up and tangles it back in Oikawa's hair again.
It's when Oikawa finally goes down all the way that his breath stops, he's blinded for real and all he can see is white. He's coming before he can even realise it, a sharp yell of Tooru ripping from his throat.
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His other hand tries to reach for his shoulder but he's not close enough. His hand flails in the air for a moment, searching for anything to ground himself with when he gives up and tangles it back in Oikawa's hair again.
It's when Oikawa finally goes down all the way that his breath stops, he's blinded for real and all he can see is white. He's coming before he can even realise it, a sharp yell of Tooru ripping from his throat.
He can't stop shaking.]