[He breathes out unsteadily when Oikawa's hands slide over his skin, and thankfully while it is a distraction it isn't enough to do anything that will tip him over the edge. He's okay, like this.
He leans in now that Oikawa's holding him closer, pressing his right hand to the ground for balance as the other holds Oikawa's hip tighter. He pulls out, pushing forward again in a slow but smooth motion. His hips rock carefully, aiming at an angle now as he tries to brush against his prostate every time he enters him far enough.]
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He leans in now that Oikawa's holding him closer, pressing his right hand to the ground for balance as the other holds Oikawa's hip tighter. He pulls out, pushing forward again in a slow but smooth motion. His hips rock carefully, aiming at an angle now as he tries to brush against his prostate every time he enters him far enough.]