[He can't keep watching his face, that's for sure. Not when every word spilling out of Oikawa's mouth is raw and hot and desperate. He licks his lips, scissors his fingers and avoids his prostate for a minute.]
Where? Where should I touch you, Tooru? [There's some sort of power in this, and while he's really not the type to get a trip out of it, it's nice being able to think straight while his partner is reduced into a begging mess. It's hot.]
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Where? Where should I touch you, Tooru? [There's some sort of power in this, and while he's really not the type to get a trip out of it, it's nice being able to think straight while his partner is reduced into a begging mess. It's hot.]