[When Oikawa finally gives him a chance to breathe he has to lean against the wall for support, panting for air while his mouth feels abused and swollen, flushed and red from the constant kissing. His eyes flutter between open and shut, fingers trying to smooth down Oikawa's shirt.]
Y-yeah. [As if he'd refuse him a request like that.] I don't think you really need to ask anymore, y'know.
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Y-yeah. [As if he'd refuse him a request like that.] I don't think you really need to ask anymore, y'know.