[It's easy to fall into place when Oikawa hums, and he knows he should do more than just stand there staring at these texts but he can't deny that he's getting worked up now. Did he give up in the end? Did he jerk off in the bathroom without him there?
Would someone hear him if he did?
His free hand reaches back to slowly, quietly push the door shut and that's when he opens it. The one picture in the midst of a thousand texts. His mouth feels dry and wet all at once and shit shit shit Oikawa should be allowed to look that good when he's turned on. When he wants him. He's already read everything else that it's fine when his phone clatters to the mat he's stood next to, he's in too much of a lust filled haze to care if it tumbles off -- he'll find it later.
It gives Oikawa enough of an indication to turn around anyway, and that's when he takes the chance. Whatever papers are in his best friend's hands are potentially flying at this point. The pencil probably rolls onto the floor somewhere too as his hands grip at wrists and he pushes Oikawa down to the mat with his own body.
His mouth is hot on his right away too, not giving him a chance to question him. His knee shifts forward to keep his balance, finding its way up to wedge it tight between Oikawa's legs. He's trapped.]
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Date: 2015-06-21 09:05 pm (UTC)Would someone hear him if he did?
His free hand reaches back to slowly, quietly push the door shut and that's when he opens it. The one picture in the midst of a thousand texts. His mouth feels dry and wet all at once and shit shit shit Oikawa should be allowed to look that good when he's turned on. When he wants him. He's already read everything else that it's fine when his phone clatters to the mat he's stood next to, he's in too much of a lust filled haze to care if it tumbles off -- he'll find it later.
It gives Oikawa enough of an indication to turn around anyway, and that's when he takes the chance. Whatever papers are in his best friend's hands are potentially flying at this point. The pencil probably rolls onto the floor somewhere too as his hands grip at wrists and he pushes Oikawa down to the mat with his own body.
His mouth is hot on his right away too, not giving him a chance to question him. His knee shifts forward to keep his balance, finding its way up to wedge it tight between Oikawa's legs. He's trapped.]