[His hands scramble to find purchase in Oikawa's hair, tugging tight with his left, to the point he worries he'll pull the strands out. So he reaches further down, gripping at the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders, twisting it tight. His head rolls to the side a little, arching his throat and offering more skin for him to kiss.
He can't properly remember the feeling of what it was like to press his fingers into Oikawa for the first time, but he also is aware that Oikawa was more than likely the type to experiment with stuff like this in his house. It makes him hotter to think about it, to think of him laying on his bed jerking off, pressing his own fingers into himself.
He feels too hot, and that's thankfully enough to finally reach to yank off the shirt that was still bunched up over his body. Granted, if anyone were to walk in on this it'd be embarrassing enough that Oikawa's fingering him nevermind that he's completely naked while Oikawa's still dressed. It doesn't really matter anymore.]
heh heh heh HEH u///u
He can't properly remember the feeling of what it was like to press his fingers into Oikawa for the first time, but he also is aware that Oikawa was more than likely the type to experiment with stuff like this in his house. It makes him hotter to think about it, to think of him laying on his bed jerking off, pressing his own fingers into himself.
He feels too hot, and that's thankfully enough to finally reach to yank off the shirt that was still bunched up over his body. Granted, if anyone were to walk in on this it'd be embarrassing enough that Oikawa's fingering him nevermind that he's completely naked while Oikawa's still dressed. It doesn't really matter anymore.]