[Considering the words he'd read on his phone merely minutes ago are still etched into his vision if he squeezes his eyes shut tight enough it's fair enough to say that he hadn't expected to crumble to this state either. Like always, though, Oikawa can drag him right down to his pace without a second thought.
How would he even cope, receiving shit like that in class? The answer is that he wouldn't. He's still not sure if he's coping now with how tight his grip is on the other.]
You're such a mess. [And god is his mouth dry for it. He can't even lick his lips to get moisture. So he gives up on that. He stops restraining himself too, slamming Oikawa's hips back down again tightly only this time he presses himself down too, finally caving to grind down against him.
He groans tight in the back of his throat and almost comes then and there. If Oikawa is a mess, what did that make him? A catastrophe, maybe, at this point.
He pulls at more buttons of Oikawa's shirt, a little more careful this time but it's still not clean. He's still trying to do it with one hand while the other presses into the bed to keep himself steady.]
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How would he even cope, receiving shit like that in class? The answer is that he wouldn't. He's still not sure if he's coping now with how tight his grip is on the other.]
You're such a mess. [And god is his mouth dry for it. He can't even lick his lips to get moisture. So he gives up on that. He stops restraining himself too, slamming Oikawa's hips back down again tightly only this time he presses himself down too, finally caving to grind down against him.
He groans tight in the back of his throat and almost comes then and there. If Oikawa is a mess, what did that make him? A catastrophe, maybe, at this point.
He pulls at more buttons of Oikawa's shirt, a little more careful this time but it's still not clean. He's still trying to do it with one hand while the other presses into the bed to keep himself steady.]