[It's a nice expression. Honest. Open. A rarity for the boy on top of him for the most part. His thumbs reach to stroke his cheeks before he's gasping out, eyes stuttering between open and closed. His hips jut, trying to rut against Oikawa despite his will to stay steady. There's no way he can blame Oikawa for getting needy and desperate when it feels like this, honestly. But he'll keep saying stuff anyway in the future.
He just wished Oikawa wouldn't talk now, because it's only adding to how flustered he feels from how much his actions are speaking for him. He's being so careful to not spook him, to make sure he remembers this is about both of them that he can't keep listening to it on top of that.]
When you're acting like this, you don't need to say it, idiot. [It comes out as a soft whisper, legs moving to help with his shorts before his thighs part again, inviting Oikawa in between them.]
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He just wished Oikawa wouldn't talk now, because it's only adding to how flustered he feels from how much his actions are speaking for him. He's being so careful to not spook him, to make sure he remembers this is about both of them that he can't keep listening to it on top of that.]
When you're acting like this, you don't need to say it, idiot. [It comes out as a soft whisper, legs moving to help with his shorts before his thighs part again, inviting Oikawa in between them.]