[He prays that Oikawa won't actually be his undoing without being touched at this point, because watching him like this is making him twitch anyway. His dick almost feels sore from how eager he is, like one brush of fingertips would set him off. In contrast he presses a firm hold around the base of Oikawa's dick, attempting to bring him down a little.]
Don't move your hands from there. [If Oikawa can pay attention anymore he'll feel the way his hands shake a little as he crawls back a bit, leaving softer kisses on his skin to try and cool him off a little, to reduce the pace.
It's all to lead him to a false sense of security anyway. He lets the hand that had pinned Oikawa's arms press against his stomach -- hard and flat on skin. After that it's all a matter of leaning forward, gaze still tilted up as his tongue darts out and flattens against the head of Oikawa's cock. He's waited long enough, might as well give him something for his patience. It probably killed him a bit, after all. Plus, this way it gives him time to cool off a bit--or so he hopes.]
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Don't move your hands from there. [If Oikawa can pay attention anymore he'll feel the way his hands shake a little as he crawls back a bit, leaving softer kisses on his skin to try and cool him off a little, to reduce the pace.
It's all to lead him to a false sense of security anyway. He lets the hand that had pinned Oikawa's arms press against his stomach -- hard and flat on skin. After that it's all a matter of leaning forward, gaze still tilted up as his tongue darts out and flattens against the head of Oikawa's cock. He's waited long enough, might as well give him something for his patience. It probably killed him a bit, after all. Plus, this way it gives him time to cool off a bit--or so he hopes.]