I'm too horny for my own good.

[Laughing softly when he pinches again and tugs, his hand drifts across to pinch the other now even as his hand keeps up those even strokes, but that hand tangling into his hair makes Oikawa purr warmly against his ear, nipping along the edge before kissing, exhaling some warmer puffs against his temple then.]

Or maybe you're too attractive for your own good. Have I told you lately how much I like just looking at you?