Not exactly. [It comes out as a grumble, eyes dipping when Oikawa lowers himself again. He can feel the wet patch on his skin as the saliva cools, sighs in the back of his throat and tangles his hand into Oikawa's hair this time. He grips harder when the other starts mouthing at him through his underwear, hips trying to arch up off the floor.]
You're doing a good job of it.
[It's hard to tell where Oikawa's mouth hasn't burned, after all.]
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You're doing a good job of it.
[It's hard to tell where Oikawa's mouth hasn't burned, after all.]