[He has no idea how Oikawa can manage to think enough to form words at this point. His hand becomes erratic, squeezing and pulling as he licks back at the other's tongue but pretty unable to do much more. He groans softly at every chant of I love you, trying to do the same but all he can really think of is the fire in his belly and the way his hips try to shift into Oikawa's hand]
Close, I'm-- [He uses his right arm to draw himself up, burying his face against Oikawa's shoulder with a low, keening moan that catches in his throat as he comes. His hand tightens around Oikawa and tugs faster, clearly out of desperation to help him finish too now.]
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Date: 2015-07-17 12:18 pm (UTC)Close, I'm-- [He uses his right arm to draw himself up, burying his face against Oikawa's shoulder with a low, keening moan that catches in his throat as he comes. His hand tightens around Oikawa and tugs faster, clearly out of desperation to help him finish too now.]