[His mouth feels like it wants to spill with a million things he wants to say but he can't bring himself to at all. Everytime his lips part Oikawa kisses a new place and even if he can barely feel it, he knows exactly where his is. His left hand slides through the other's hair, fluffing it up even more but feeling calmed by the action.
It's only when he feels calmed enough that he speaks, and even then his voice cracks.]
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It's only when he feels calmed enough that he speaks, and even then his voice cracks.]
I can't touch you like I want to.