If-- [His voice sounds lower than he remembers it being, and he pauses to fling his shirt off properly now, not caring about where it lands (though he probably should) before resuming talking.] --you keep this up I'm not going to last, y'know.
[Are either of them, he wonders? Oikawa's hands are practically frantic at this point, tugging and pulling everywhere to the point he's not sure which clothes he should be reaching for next. To resolve that he finally opens up Oikawa's all the way, pushes his hands up over his head again only to twist his shirt around his wrists instead.
He needs the break before he snaps, because something about Oikawa telling him that he's the reason he's a hot mess is doing things to his heart and dick all at once and he's not sure he can take it.
His hands pull at Oikawa's trousers and belt next, unfastening everything to get him released. His hand wraps tight around him right after, the other reaching to pin down his joined hands just in case he has any ideas here. If Oikawa touches him even once he's going to orgasm then and there.]
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[Are either of them, he wonders? Oikawa's hands are practically frantic at this point, tugging and pulling everywhere to the point he's not sure which clothes he should be reaching for next. To resolve that he finally opens up Oikawa's all the way, pushes his hands up over his head again only to twist his shirt around his wrists instead.
He needs the break before he snaps, because something about Oikawa telling him that he's the reason he's a hot mess is doing things to his heart and dick all at once and he's not sure he can take it.
His hands pull at Oikawa's trousers and belt next, unfastening everything to get him released. His hand wraps tight around him right after, the other reaching to pin down his joined hands just in case he has any ideas here. If Oikawa touches him even once he's going to orgasm then and there.]