[Figures. He definitely looks better like this, sprawled out across the mat for him, than he does in any sort of picture. He feels good, too. Though it's not like he's forgotten either. How could he? He exhales slowly when Oikawa arches into his hands, only to slam him back down again right after, keeping him pinned as best as he can.

It might be necessary when his head lowers to where his hands had pressed against his collarbones before, teeth biting hard into skin. The threat of it, he finds, is more overwhelming than he wants to think about. He doesn't want to think about losing Oikawa, because as unreal and unknown this place is, he knows it's possible here.

He doesn't want it to happen, but he knows this place is a threat.]

Watch what you ask for. [His hands slide lower, pushing up his shirt after with almost bruising force as he reaches for skin.] I don't think I'm going to be able to hold back if you keep that up.

[He wants to devour him already. He feels bad that he's obviously had to endure this for a while, needily messaging him one thing after another while his phone has been a walk away but now that he's here. Well.]

Sorry, I didn't know, but-- [This time it's his turn to grin, and really it's actually a little menacing all things considered.] it might have been worth it to leave you like this.

Just how desperate are you?

[He's only proving his point when Oikawa rolls his hips against his knee and he swallows hard, teeth biting into his own lip now.]