[He just doesn't overuse it. Saves it for moments where it matters, just like now. He doesn't lean up as Oikawa strips himself, but he does let his eyes open as he bites down on the nerves threatening to eat him up inside. He licks hips lips, lets his eyes dip as Oikawa strokes lube onto himself. There's a brief moment of how the fuck is that supposed to fit? before he pushes that thought aside. He should know that already from the countless times he's pressed into Oikawa at this point, shouldn't he?
His hips twitch a little as he feels the cool press of lube against himself this time, gaze flickering away as he shifts his position, opens his legs more for the other.
Hopefully Oikawa won't tease him about this later, won't tease him about how flushed his face probably is, or the way his hands start to shake against ribs then up towards his shoulders.
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His hips twitch a little as he feels the cool press of lube against himself this time, gaze flickering away as he shifts his position, opens his legs more for the other.
Hopefully Oikawa won't tease him about this later, won't tease him about how flushed his face probably is, or the way his hands start to shake against ribs then up towards his shoulders.
It's okay.
It's okay.]