[His arm pulls away to push himself back but it's still too late. Some still gets in his mouth, some hits his cheek, splattering against skin as he coughs and tries to remember to breathe. His fingers keep rubbing there lightly, finally pulling back after a good thirty or so seconds to press to the ground. He's exhausted at this point, filthy because that's just how Oikawa is really.
The fact that he was talked into this still seems surreal.
He licks his lips slowly, drags the back of his arm against his mouth and cringes.]
I think one of these days-- [He sounds a bit breathless too, raspy.] --I'm going to end up choking for real.
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The fact that he was talked into this still seems surreal.
He licks his lips slowly, drags the back of his arm against his mouth and cringes.]
I think one of these days-- [He sounds a bit breathless too, raspy.] --I'm going to end up choking for real.