[Returning that kiss with a softly gasped breath at the first press of a finger in, Oikawa smiles broadly against his mouth while making himself hold still. He wanted to arch into it, but he knew well enough by now that his body would clamp down, so he held off and waited. Nipping his lips and shifting his arms, squeezing his hands where they were tied, he practically purrs.]
Your hand was never going to burn, jeez. Are you trying to say I'm too hot?
i laughed a bit at it c: its ok
Your hand was never going to burn, jeez. Are you trying to say I'm too hot?