I'm not saying that... [He presses his face forward, slumping into him a little now that they're closer and almost the same level.] It's sore. It doesn't even feel good anymore, sorry...
[His other hand reaches to slide up the back of Oikawa's shirt, touching skin slowly, trying to memorise the feeling in the fear that one day both hands will be gone because of this place and all he'll have left is his mouth. It's irrational, but this place is making him a little crazy.]
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[His other hand reaches to slide up the back of Oikawa's shirt, touching skin slowly, trying to memorise the feeling in the fear that one day both hands will be gone because of this place and all he'll have left is his mouth. It's irrational, but this place is making him a little crazy.]