[It's easy enough to drown in the sensations to forget that normally he'd be annoyed that Oikawa has probably marked him harder than he'd usually let him. The way his skin tingles helps a bit, but even more so when teeth nip his nipple and his back jerks with the motion, a puff of air slipping from his lips and his grip tightens on Oikawa's hair, holding back just enough to not tug.
He doesn't plead either though, instead concentrating on finally brushing Oikawa's hair back to look down at his face, squirming slightly on the floor once the other's thumbs graze close yet not close enough. His hips raise a little, canting towards the touch before he can stop himself. His skin flushes with the embarrassment of pushing forwards for it without needing to be guided, but really there are no complaints here.]
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He doesn't plead either though, instead concentrating on finally brushing Oikawa's hair back to look down at his face, squirming slightly on the floor once the other's thumbs graze close yet not close enough. His hips raise a little, canting towards the touch before he can stop himself. His skin flushes with the embarrassment of pushing forwards for it without needing to be guided, but really there are no complaints here.]