[His eyes dart up as soon as he hears the shift but he makes no move to stop Oikawa now. His arm slips as he tries to ensure his hips stay down, bending in towards the bed as he tries to stay still as well. He doesn't pull back all the way, doesn't sink down lower either but he's shaking and as soon as Oikawa's resolve crumbles and he comes he's following him without even being touched.
It's just Oikawa's hairs in his hair. Just the gentle brush of fingertips and he's so hard from just watching him he can't help the way his body crumbles as well. His eyes water from squeezing shut so tightly, holding back any noise to try and stop himself from being given away.
When his head finally pulls back his face ends up a little dirty and he's coughing lightly. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, head lowering in the hope that Oikawa's too out of it to realised. But his pupils are probably blown and he's just as flushed and sweaty. It takes a moment before he drops his face down, resting it over Oikawa's stomach out of shame.
Maybe Oikawa had corrupted him more than he thought, because now his trousers definitely need washing and he definitely feels ashamed.]
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It's just Oikawa's hairs in his hair. Just the gentle brush of fingertips and he's so hard from just watching him he can't help the way his body crumbles as well. His eyes water from squeezing shut so tightly, holding back any noise to try and stop himself from being given away.
When his head finally pulls back his face ends up a little dirty and he's coughing lightly. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, head lowering in the hope that Oikawa's too out of it to realised. But his pupils are probably blown and he's just as flushed and sweaty. It takes a moment before he drops his face down, resting it over Oikawa's stomach out of shame.
Maybe Oikawa had corrupted him more than he thought, because now his trousers definitely need washing and he definitely feels ashamed.]