[He wishes they were still kissing, because no matter how much Oikawa might say a bunch of that normally and without restraint (especially how much he loves him) it's so genuine and honest as he is right now that his skin burns from the string of compliments. The look on his face, too, is something only dreams are made of and he finds that it's too late for him, that image is burned into his memory for him to jerk off to between lessons now too, unable to stop himself probably.
Oikawa was turning him into a wreck.
He's grateful for the extra fluid between them though, even if it's gross that he's using it for this. His hand moves faster, arm shaking from how close he is and how difficult it is to do both of them at once.
It doesn't take much.
When he comes, too, his hips jerk up, fingers thrust hard into Oikawa even though he's finished but it's to mimic what would have happened if he was buried there--and he doesn't even realise it. Doesn't realise that it's a knee jerk reaction because that's what he wants as well.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 08:05 am (UTC)Oikawa was turning him into a wreck.
He's grateful for the extra fluid between them though, even if it's gross that he's using it for this. His hand moves faster, arm shaking from how close he is and how difficult it is to do both of them at once.
It doesn't take much.
When he comes, too, his hips jerk up, fingers thrust hard into Oikawa even though he's finished but it's to mimic what would have happened if he was buried there--and he doesn't even realise it. Doesn't realise that it's a knee jerk reaction because that's what he wants as well.]