[Letting his touch smooth off that sensitive bundle of nerves then while beaming sweetly up at him, Oikawa kissed his chin and hummed, gently just working his finger in and out now instead. He knows where to touch him, now he wants to let him talk.]
That's what makes it so hard for me to hold still, when you're working me open and pressing into me. [Drawing that finger out to rub the pads of two fingertips against that pucker now, he waited about pressing them inward, he waited to give Iwaizumi a chance to get air back in his lungs.]
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That's what makes it so hard for me to hold still, when you're working me open and pressing into me. [Drawing that finger out to rub the pads of two fingertips against that pucker now, he waited about pressing them inward, he waited to give Iwaizumi a chance to get air back in his lungs.]