Shut up... [His face burns from the reminder. It doesn't help when Oikawa's mouth is against his ear and the ony hamd capable of swatting him away is currently lodged up his ass.]
Fuck... [It's hard to think straight when Oikawa eagerly bends for him, arches to make the slide of his finger easier. He pushes it in and out, trying to not focus on how he's become more pliant by the second.] You feel so good.
[He's not as scared or nervous now, even if his less hand doesn't coordinate as well as his right. Oikawa looks like he's enjoying himself after all. So he curves that finger, pressing it deeper until it's as far as he can push and wiggles it inside him.]
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Fuck... [It's hard to think straight when Oikawa eagerly bends for him, arches to make the slide of his finger easier. He pushes it in and out, trying to not focus on how he's become more pliant by the second.] You feel so good.
[He's not as scared or nervous now, even if his less hand doesn't coordinate as well as his right. Oikawa looks like he's enjoying himself after all. So he curves that finger, pressing it deeper until it's as far as he can push and wiggles it inside him.]