[He lets out softer little huffs with every thrust into his body, eyes fluttering at the sensation of friction but more so on the things Oikawa mentioned before. That connection. The way he can feel Oikawa just controlling it all and holding them together. He needs it right now, mind too blank to think let alone lead. It's weird that letting himself slip this much has that kind of effect, but it feels like his body is being heated from the inside out.
It's when Oikawa tilts his hips just so that he catches on to what's happening. It's too late to prepare himself mentally, and he slips up, cries out before he he clamp his mouth shut. Shit.
He tries to give himself a moment to breathe, to find a way to compose himself again but it's useless. It's so useless when Oikawa's purring his name into his ear and then thrusting deep while pushing against his prostate and keeps going at it. He chokes on air, chokes out Tooru and this time when he claws at Oikawa's back there are red welts left in his wake.
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It's when Oikawa tilts his hips just so that he catches on to what's happening. It's too late to prepare himself mentally, and he slips up, cries out before he he clamp his mouth shut. Shit.
He tries to give himself a moment to breathe, to find a way to compose himself again but it's useless. It's so useless when Oikawa's purring his name into his ear and then thrusting deep while pushing against his prostate and keeps going at it. He chokes on air, chokes out Tooru and this time when he claws at Oikawa's back there are red welts left in his wake.
It's almost too much.]