I love the way you get this look of concentration on your face whenever you're doing something seriously.

[Ah, too late, he's going to start showering him with compliments while continuing to jerk him off and rut up against his ass with a softer groan - the words just keep coming, even as his lips graze down his neck now to pepper along his shoulder. Oikawa's eyes remain up though, watching him in the mirror, because he means every last word.]

I love when you shift to accommodate me whenever I want to lean on you, that your back feels open for me, your strong shoulders and strong arms. [Drawing his hand down from under his shirt just so he can roam his touch along those arms, up one and lightly feeling up the bicep, he smiles with his lips behind his ear.]

Strong hips that buck so gently whenever I touch you, like you're shy about rocking into my hand.