That's-- [He exhales when Oikawa sucks on his skin, stomach sucking in as his hand reaches out, delving into Oikawa's hair.] --what those voicemails are?
[He didn't have a chance to get to those, after all, but now he's mentioning it... he feels hot. Wonders how exactly it'd sound to have that gaspy begging direct in his ear. He bites on his lip as Oikawa starts to clean him up, skin itchy from the contact. He's tired, of course, but it doesn't mean he's incapable. In the end he pulls at Oikawa's hair to pull him back, breathing off as though he's fighting himself--he is.]
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[He didn't have a chance to get to those, after all, but now he's mentioning it... he feels hot. Wonders how exactly it'd sound to have that gaspy begging direct in his ear. He bites on his lip as Oikawa starts to clean him up, skin itchy from the contact. He's tired, of course, but it doesn't mean he's incapable. In the end he pulls at Oikawa's hair to pull him back, breathing off as though he's fighting himself--he is.]
You can stop now.