[Whatever he expected, it somehow wasn't that. His mouth feels woollen when Oikawa gently presses him into the door, the little kisses spreading fire over his skin. That's hardly the start of it though, when Oikawa whispers those three words into his ear. His neck. His head rolls to the side, tilting back a bit to expose more skin while he bites his lip.
His stomach twists. But he can't make Oikawa wait with this either, even if it's still weird to say.]
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His stomach twists. But he can't make Oikawa wait with this either, even if it's still weird to say.]
Love you too.