[His eyes stick fixed to his face, because if, if, Oikawa tries to lie to him he'll be able to see the truth like this. Or he hopes he will, all things considered. He exhales softly when he tells him to keep going, then slowly slides that same finger in further.
It's even hotter than his mouth is. Drier, though. Just like his own throat feels doing this to him.]
Like this? [He feels his second knuckle slide in, finally stopping when he hasn't got anything else left. He breathes out, pulls the finger back out and repeats the motion.]
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It's even hotter than his mouth is. Drier, though. Just like his own throat feels doing this to him.]
Like this? [He feels his second knuckle slide in, finally stopping when he hasn't got anything else left. He breathes out, pulls the finger back out and repeats the motion.]