[There's not even a full second that passes before his teeth clamp down on Oikawa's lower lip and tug the skin. His tongue swipes the slightly abused spot after, but then he's pressing their mouths together pretty harshly, keeping them locked close. It's only when he feels they're attached enough that he pulls his fingers back, rolling them back inside until they're pushed in deep. His fingers wiggle on the inside, curving and rubbing, scissoring and trying anything he can think of, pretty much, get help him out. Whatever gets him off, he guesses.
He can't work out where to press, of course, but this is more than enough for now.]
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He can't work out where to press, of course, but this is more than enough for now.]